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constantin "tragic baroque painting" d'orsay ([personal profile] takeroot) wrote2030-05-06 01:54 am

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[personal profile] silky_bearing 2020-09-25 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[some other time Because it's absolutely expected that this sort of thing continues here, no matter how much he has to evaluate on a personal level. It makes him blush but there's also a level of excitement that comes from the offer he didn't expect. Another time... so he must not have mucked up his first kisses too terribly.]

I could say the same of you, Constantin. There are so many little things that seem familiar and then you expound on them and I find myself marveling at you all over again.

[An earnest smile even as he reaches for his waistcoat, shrugging into it to start fussing with the clasps and ties.]

And I still have every intention of mastering that... dance. What do you even call it?
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[personal profile] silky_bearing 2020-09-26 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
I don't have any other shoes.

[That at least gets a laugh from him.]

But... well your ability to seem simultaneously so simple and straightforward and also so unpredictable. I think I have an idea of how you'll answer something and you continuously surprise me. I've spent so many years in politics that having an actual unknown factor is... rather exciting.
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[personal profile] silky_bearing 2020-09-26 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Lorenz purses his lips a little, weighing the options. Does he trust them both to keep their hands to themselves on the walk? Does he trust them both to simply say good evening and go their separate ways.

He has to stand for a moment, turning to draw his laces tight, fingers working quick and efficient. Practiced just like the way he tied the cravat. Lorenz stays there for a moment, draws in a shallow breath, lets it out slow and measured. He feels far more himself, bound up in the more restrictive layers of his suit. Breathing carefully again, posture perfect and no opportunity to actually crumble against Constantin's charms.]


I think that would be lovely. [A gentle smile as he turns, inclining his head towards the door. All prim and proper and certainly not a man that flusters at a touch or would ever have a hickey.]