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[There comes a polite knock at Kronid's door in the wee hours of the morning. Finally off his shift for the night and with a paper bag cradled in his arm, Vicious waits patiently for an answer. Normally, he would have just let himself in --walls and doors are ultimately meaningless to someone who can choose to not have a form-- but he didn't want to risk dropping the evening's refreshments when he phases through the wall. That's not the tone he wants to start this little visit with!

His new friend had requested his presence tonight, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't spend the entire rest of his shift wondering why and letting his mind get carried away with the possibilities... And Kronid is a bit of a wildcard, so Vicious has learned to be prepared for anything when it comes to him. It's all been in good fun, no matter what they get up to, though.. so he doesn't know why this request already has him antsy.

He glances down at his uniform and sighs, anxiously fussing with the lapel of his vest with his free hand as he waits. Why does spending time with this man make him nervous now? They get along so swimmingly, there's absolutely nothing to worry about.

At least, that's what he's going to keep telling himself.]

Edited Date: 2023-02-12 06:30 am (UTC)

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dermondversteckt

[The date is more or less meaningless to Kronid.

Sure, he knows it's Valentine's day. Of course he knows. Playing sappy songs is easy coin, and it's a great time to catch someone lonely for an easy lay, easy prey, or both. He's not terribly romantic, and frankly, he doesn't see that changing any time soon.

That said...here he is, at home instead of out fucking someone in an alleyway, waiting for company. His dark curls are still damp from showering - it's really become a little bit of a ritual for him when he knows V will be by - when he hears the knock. He isn't nervous, of course. Why should he be? Their relationship is what it is, whatever it is.

This is just another day.

But in spite of himself, he's grinning when he opens the door, ink-stained wings giving a little idle beat. He's dressed down, his usual layers and layers of billowy dark fabric absent in favor of a baggy black button down - sleeves rolled up, unbuttoned midway down his chest, threatening to fall off one shoulder - and some tight gray jeans that leave...very little to the imagination. He's barefoot, as he usually is around the apartment, claws clicking lightly against the hard floors when he takes a step.]

Wasn't expecting for you to knock, Knight. Almost caught me more off guard than when you phase through the door.

Please - come in.

[He wonders what the paper bag is about - but he's not one to talk, is he? Not when he's holding something small behind his back, just out of view.]

Edited (he is, in fact, wearing clothes) Date: 2023-02-12 07:03 am (UTC)

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goodolfashionedvillain

Unfortunately, the only thing I can get through the door is myself. This treat on the other hand...

[He chuckles and wiggles the occupied arm, offering a pleasant smile as he regards the smaller man. He isn't thinking much of the date either, since to him it won't be "tomorrow" until after he sleeps... So it certainly isn't the prospect of a Valentine's Day date that is making him nervous. That feeling well predates the holiday. But he's not worrying about that right now!]

Haven't exactly mastered how to bring things with me, so. I just didn't want to risk it. You know, Shade problems.

[It isn't like V hasn't become acquainted with Kronid's body by now, but it seems that every time he's come over, the man is just a little less dressed than the time before... How curious. V doesn't know if it's intentional and certainly has no intention to find out at this time, but that doesn't mean he's not going to enjoy the view. However, he has to at least pretend that he's not just here to stare and actually enter the apartment. To avoid ogling the goblin, he makes his way to the kitchen and pulls a full bottle of top shelf brandy from the bag to set on the counter.]

You liked it warmed, yeah?

[He already knows the answer, and has already begun the preparations, but figures it's good to ask anyway.

He leans back against the counter as he waits, crossing his legs at the ankle, and resting his palms on the edge of the counter, fully corporeal instead of his usual half-extant presentation. Ever since Kronid started working with him, he's been able to hold a tangible form for much longer, and expressly enjoys using that new ability in his presence... You know, just because. No reason to put all that work to waste! Besides, it feels nice to exist somewhat.]

How's your night been so far?

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dermondversteckt

[Chuckling a little, the smaller man follows along to the kitchen, watching Vicious as he moves around his space with ease. They've spent plenty of time together in here, after all, in his apartment, talking and...not talking. There's something like normality developing to it, which is...novel. He's not even used to having a space to get used to.

When the shade produces the bottle, his grin broadens a little, lopsided and charming for how jagged it is. Top shelf. His companion is much classier than he is, but...well, he appreciates that, sometimes. It makes for interesting contrast.

Easier to think about that, anyway, than the fact that he's getting to be...known, in a way he hasn't in a very long time.]

Very thoughtful of you. Mulţumesc.

[Kronid hops up onto the counter across from where Vicious is leaning, legs dangling down as he regards the other man. Yes, he's holding quite solid. His work hasn't been for nothing.

The little black clamshell box that had been behind his back is set on his lap, one hand tapping out an idle rhythm upon its lid.]

It's been all right. Hit the street for a little while. Some restringing instruments. Working on a song or two.

More interesting now that you're here, I'm sure.

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goodolfashionedvillain

E plăcerea mea. It's only polite to bring a gift for your gracious host.

[His "home training" under the billion dollar roof his father put over his head taught him that. As much as he hates the idea of being fancy, he simply can't help himself; it's ingrained. At least now when he can afford the good shit, he buys enough to go around or simply gifts it to someone. Sharing the wealth is much more satisfying than hoarding it.

As Kronid lifts himself up on the counter, Vicious doesn't have a choice but to watch-- he's right in his line of sight. So much for not ogling... At least he can keep his attention on his face. Wait-- no, no, that's difficult right now, too, it turns out. So it's back to the clothing and less focus on the large swath of his companion's flesh visible beneath that clothing. The shirt he's wearing looks familiar, but a black shirt is a black shirt-- at least until he notices the red stitching around the collar. ]

Is that-- [He blinks, furrowing his brow curiously and stepping forward to get a better look. He slides a hand down along the open placket, noting the red thread securing the buttons. The inside of the shirt is incredibly and recognizably soft-- it's the one he was wearing when he arrived in the peninsula. One of the few things he has left from his world.] --my shirt? I've been looking everywhere for this--

[Only now does it occur to him that Kronid is wearing one of his shirts. There's a slight pinkish tinge to the glow around his eyes, but he's far from aware of that. He's busy processing the implications of such a thing. Was this... on purpose? Maybe Kronid didn't remember it was his. Vicious knows he's not the only person to come through this apartment, so perhaps he thought it belonged to someone else. ...Surely.]

--ah. Sorry-- I. Hah. I didn't realize I'd left this here. [With Kronid now sitting up this high, they're at eye-level to one another, something Vicious isn't used to. He freezes, caught in the goblin's icy gaze for just a moment before clearing his throat and taking that step back again towards the counter.]

It's ah. A good look for you, really. [He gestures vaguely in the other man's direction, indicating his entire... self.] The off-the-shoulder look really accentuates your... bone structure.

[Yes. Bone structure. Forgive him, he's just a touch flustered. These implications really have his head spinning. Any time he's had a girl wear his clothes, it's really done it for him and... well, turns out this does too.

Ugh, why is he this easy?]

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dermondversteckt

[Agh, there's that flutter in his chest again at the Romanian. Before he can try to talk it away, though -

Aha.

He would be lying if he said he hadn't been waiting for Vicious to notice - and so it's with a wicked little grin that he chuckles at the attentions to just what he's wearing. Playfully, he sticks out his tongue between his teeth as the larger man pulls close, runs hands down the garment... only to lick over his fangs when their eyes meet.

...And then Vicious is pulling away, trying to deflect, and the goblin finds himself leaning after him where he sits.

He's in a mood, after all and frankly...that reaction is absolutely fanning the flames.]

You flatter me.

No need to apologize. I found this hanging in my bathroom, and...well. Seeing as I knew I was clean...I thought I would try it on. See what you'd think.

I rather like it. It still smells like you, even.

[Stormy eyes blaze from beneath his dark lashes, and for a moment, he almost forgets what he was doing, looking over at his companion and Thinking -

But he does remember, before he gets too ahead of himself. And he holds out the little black box, almost a little sheepishly.]

But, my Knight, of course I know it's yours.

And...so is this, actually.

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goodolfashionedvillain

[For just a moment, Vicious appears to short circuit-- a portion of his face and body distorting in monochrome pixels and wavy bars, almost like a degraded VHS tape. Whatever heart palpitation Kronid has managed to give him manifesting in a slight glitch-- interrupting this near-solid projection of himself until he can gather his wits again.

That look-- his eyes, his teeth, that smile, it gets him every time, but somehow even worse when Kronid is draped in his clothes. He didn't think it could be any worse!

Luckily before he has to find a way to talk around his decidedly visible embarrassment, he's being handed a... small box? He blinks owlishly down at the offered case, reaching out to receive it.]

Ah-- huh? This is... For me?

[He cups the case carefully in his hand, a small, grateful smile tugging at his lips. He's always been used to giving gifts, not receiving them, so this is... New. He doesn't even know how to react.]

What... what for?

[Not that he thinks for a second that this has anything to do with the holiday, of course... He doesn't wait for the answer before he's started to pry open the box, curious as to what on earth this man could have found for him...]

From:

dermondversteckt

[Oh, well, THAT'S fun - he's gotten the man flustered before, but making him shudder like a dated piece of film is a new one, and Kronid is really rather pleased with himself, chuckling low in his chest over it. A pleased sound.

...But then the Shade softens, noticeably, upon taking the box. It's...cute, actually, that little smile. And now it's Kronid's turn to be a little sheepish, the edge receding a measure from his grin.]

Oh - no real reason. I was shopping for instruments in second-hand stores, and...eh, it just put me to mind of you. I...thought you might like it.

[Inside the box is...a folding pocket knife. It's sleek and shiny, the handle inlaid with black and dark grey enamels in a checkered pattern. It has a fair heft to it - and flicking out the blade reveals a nicely hewn edge...and the silhouette of a chess piece etched near the base.

The Goblin fidgets with his necklace of coins as he lets it sink in which chess piece is on it. If one didn't know better, he would actually seem...kind of nervous. His grin twitches at the edges, eyebrows pinched just a little bit at the corners.]

At least, I hope you like it. I sharpened it a bit, even.

Call it a...a thank you, I guess.

For...for that first night when I was a shade. And for not...running away.

Edited (if you saw redundant wording no you didn't) Date: 2023-02-13 04:12 am (UTC)

From:

goodolfashionedvillain

Kronid. You didn't have to do this...

[His tone is somewhere between admonishment and astonishment, but those wide white eyes continue to blink in surprise, staring down at the knife in disbelief. He didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this.

Sure, this gift may not have been customized with him in mind, but it surely was a fateful finding on Kronid's part, wasn't it? It's one thing to just have seen a very nice knife and thought of him, but one that already had the knight engraved on it? It can't be pure coincidence.

He pulls the piece from the box and sets the box next to his most gracious host, flicking out the blade to
admire the craftsmanship and Kronid's own handiwork on the blade. It's well made, beautifully suited to his own aesthetic, and... well. Holds a meaning that really only the two of them know. He'll treasure it for a lifetime, but he doesn't know what kind of weight those words may hold for someone like Kronid, so he decides... that he will keep it to himself, for now.]

It's beautiful. [Finally, he smiles-- and it's a genuine smile. Not the usual wicked smirk or jagged, toothy Cheshire grin, but one that rounds his cheeks and his eyes crinkle at the corners. It's not a look he wears too often, but... he hasn't had many reasons to be truly happy in such a long time. It feels almost alien to him. It probably looks as alien as it feels, too.]

Thank you, truly. I love it.

[Snapping the blade back into place, he continues to draw his thumb along the grip and over the engraving, studying the way it feels and thinking now of the proper way to thank him for this. Huffing a soft laugh, he shakes his head.]

You know me so well.

[He steps forward again, slipping his arms around the other man's narrow frame, embracing him gently and nuzzling his face in the crook of Kronid's neck with a sigh. He murmurs softly against the exposed flesh there, closing his eyes for a moment.]

Really, it means a lot.

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, KRONID. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 018.07.154.55 * KRONID has joined 018.07.154.55 <ONEMANBAND>** Hi. Kronid here. Probably playing music right now, in which case you could find me on the streets if you listen. Otherwise? Leave me a message and I will get right back to you.

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