[Some humans might be stupid enough to sound confident about doing that... But her assurance comes from far more experience... and far more ability to manipulate her own body. Safety first.]
More the type to make love than to fuck, hmm?
[Very unicorn-core. She couldn't feign surprise. It's cute though. And for the reason, well...]
And you want to return with them? Not to be left behind here?
I have a hard time putting to words what I have trouble with. It is a unicorns' natural instinct to only grant power to those who earn it. Sex always involves an exchange of power.
[Concord is straight up dumb, but he's almost got a read on his issues with all this; it's all too casual for him. He holds too much significance in having sex... something he really needs to fight his instincts on and change his mindset about, if he's going to escape this place.]
Giving him free reign back home would be a mistake, is all I'll say. [love that dragon, but trust him to not act out selfishly in how he influences and guides mortal society? Not a chance. Concord is needed to be his moral compass.]
Amicable. Thank you. I will hold such a promise in good faith.
[The least he can do is extend trust in her words, being offered such understanding. They have only just met, but she's definitely put him to ease. (Women just have a quicker time of that with him, it's a unicorn thing. Nothing to do with virginity, though. Damned Church, making up such tales...)]
Charlie does have a way about him, in regard to exchange and favors... know I am not like that. If I grant anything, it is with no expectations of future return.
Then fair it will be, between us. That is also amicable.
As for a lack of likeness to my kind, that remains to be seen. Lust is of nature and nature is my domain. Purity is a virtue, but it has nothing to do with physical desire.
[Something mortals loooove to misinterpret and impose their own moral values on. Concord doesn't see it that way,]
But is that the only request you have of me? Before we meet, you can ask for anything you like. Anything that would make the night sweeter. Long hair... ? Blue eyes? Generous curves?
But if bold is your only request... I can easily bring you bold.
[Concord has (1) human form he can take, so the idea of being able to change his look on the command of another is pretty foreign. He won't even shave his damn beard for Ali. He's a stubborn creature and his physical expression manifests itself as such, very set in place.]
I look however I want to look. And when I'm going to be with someone, if there's something that makes them happy or eager... Then that's what I'd like to look like.
He thinks for literally one second more before adding, perhaps selfishly, but he has been asked soooo-]
No black hair or red eyes. If you please.
[Concord appreciates such traits, but he does not like to be distractedly reminded of Ali when with another. It is disrespectful to who he is with, or so he sees it.]
It is not worry. [It is worry. He is telling a rare lie, unknowingly, because he would like to believe it for himself... admitting to shyness is not something Concord will do. He stomps worry and shyness down the moment he catches them boiling to his surface.
Good favor is a reward for the bold, after all.]
No time like the present.
My room is not luxurious. I am only ranked a six in the hierarchy of this place.
You are welcome to spend the night, if it suits you. Or I could meet you somewhere of your choosing.
[His favored word to agree, especially when he doesn't have any better thoughts to express himself with. Concord also doesn't care the where, only the who. She really strikes him.
Makes him feel awkward. Out of his depth. What did Charlie get him into-?
Nervously withheld excitement abounds. He simply sends her his room number and floor, she can arrive when she likes to, Concord not about to rush nor delay. He can wait patiently. He needs to be patient, the buzzing anticipation isn't going to be helped by any pushiness on his part. He'll pace his room about it and be all too quick to open the door if there's a knock.]
[Perhaps it isn't surprising that Charlie would have gotten this poor(?) man into something quite scandalous indeed. Or perhaps, more accurately... into the arms of a woman who was quite scandalous.
Kiritsubo did not usually do much considering when it came to her shape. She simply chose based on whim or mood, how she was feeling that day... But that was most days. Not the days when she used her abilities to give her partners something special. Something that didn't have red eyes or black hair. Something feminine. ("Bold" she did not have to prepare. That came naturally.)
The knock on the door is quiet, just three little raps. And when Concord comes to open it... He will find a young woman waiting on the other side, with vibrant red hair and emerald green eyes. As if she had simply wandered from her own hotel room to ask something of a neighbor, she is dressed in a silk robe tied shut at the waist in a neat bow, slippers on her feet.
What does one say, when a certain vampire (that some in this equation have not noticed is a vampire) sets you up on a "date" for the evening? Apparently its,]
Have you been waiting for me, Concord?
[She'll be good and wait for an invitation... But her pale hand is already on the door frame. And she's already smiling as if she knows the answer to the question.]
[Concord stands with a hand on the open door, processing her appearance with outwardly calm regard. Beneath his level headed expression is a rapid consideration of his next action. First impulse, something like charm, "you're beautiful." It goes unsaid. He's never been that type of man. He'd probably fail at saying it without some odd emphasis, making it sound hollow or conceding- because of course she looks beautiful.
Second impulse, just reach out and pull her into his arms. Romantic, but hasty. Much too hasty. Concord's skin crawls at the desire to show good restraint warred with passionate boldness.
Final decision, he nods to her, respectfully stepping aside so she can enter the room. His bulk fills the entry hall leading this bathroom and then bedroom space, unless he moves his back against the wall to give her space.
They had spoken only with text, so his voice might surprise her. Concord speaks very quietly, low and gruff, but with a western type of twang. It is a soothing type of voice, one that is difficult to imagine being raised in anger,]
[There is a moment where they both are simply looking, sizing each other up. Though it would be of little matter, perhaps, for Kiritsubo to "cheat" and「look」in an entirely different and far deeper way... It can be far more interesting at times to remain「blind」and almost pretend-mortal. To rely on senses and words and experiences of the body to know a person, not the vague symbols and abstract images of their bonds and fates. With normal eyes... she observes his expression and his frame, his choice in clothing and his posture. With a keen nose, the detects his scent, with keen ears, the delightful timber of his voice.
And she smiles.]
Thank you, sir.
[At his invitation, she does just that. Stepping into the room, she reaches up to lightly lay a hand upon his arm in greeting, the touch lingering just a moment too long to be platonic, perfectly painted nails scraping softly as if she is reluctant to part from him already as moving inside necessitates a parting. Having chosen vocal cords for the day that matched the feminine appearance she had picked to suit the night, her own voice is soft and lilting, well suited to poetry and whispers and, perhaps, the calling of names... ?
He says she may get comfortable, and so she makes her way without pause or apparent thought for his bed, gracefully moving to sit upon the edge and beginning to slip petite feet from the slippers she apparently plans to abandon upon the floor.]
I heard you like to blow off steam... Has something happened recently, that Charlie felt you might benefit from my recommendation?
[Though she could be a very demanding and impatient woman when acting in pursuit of her own pleasures... talk was sometimes just as important as a skilled hand or a welcoming body. Emerald eyes stare up at him from the mattress, open and interested.]
[Concord has plenty about him to observe with normal senses. Largely pleasant features, at that. His size and build are impressive, muscular while still having the rugged look of a well worked man. A simple, old fashion way of dressing himself; suit slacks, suspenders, half open button down rolled up to the elbows. No shoes or socks on in his own space. A space that smells... very out of place for the hotel. Too natural for it. A unicorn will always smell like their home and so that's what Concord's room is scented like from his presence in it. Praire and mountains and woodlands. Pine and juniper and wet, rich soil.
He closes the door behind her. It locks automatically. He turns and follows along as she sits herself upon his bed. Concord stands in front of her.
As he answers, he catches a suspender with the underside of a thumb and nudges it off his shoulder. Repeating the motion with military ease and rigor on both sides,]
My kind, we are naturally aggressive. It is so we can protect our land and what lives there... Can only keep that bottled up so long, but I'm good at restraint. A promise. [as if restraint seems like anything she wants from him, but it is promised none-the-less, as a show of respect. Really, he is too good at it, too well composed, which is what makes a place like this so difficult for him.
He shrugs his shirt off. More for her to admire of him, and wonder about, given the entirely too nasty scar on one side of his front. The rest of him sure seems pristinely kept, compared to that one marred and collapse in line.]
Still. I always need one way or another... to blow off steam. [it is usually drinking and fighting, which might explain to her why Charlie finds interest in a man who seems so otherwise pure hearted]
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Whether you wanted to be a man or a stallion- either is fine with me.
[Just an advantage that came of shapeshifting.]
But I am curious... did Charlie woo you my way because you are a man who lusts for the pleasures I can grant?
Or is it something else you are seeking?
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[A human is not enthusiastically accepting his horse form. He's not even a regular size horse, but a draft horse. No shot.]
Lust is a problem for me. I do not indulge in it with ease... but I need to collect these cards in order to get back to where I'm needed.
And my partner from home is outpacing me.
[which is just so frustrating! Not even in a jealousy way, but in a rivalry way. He cannot let Ali beat him at this. It's embarrassing.]
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[Some humans might be stupid enough to sound confident about doing that... But her assurance comes from far more experience... and far more ability to manipulate her own body. Safety first.]
More the type to make love than to fuck, hmm?
[Very unicorn-core. She couldn't feign surprise. It's cute though. And for the reason, well...]
And you want to return with them? Not to be left behind here?
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So. No. It's different.
I have a hard time putting to words what I have trouble with. It is a unicorns' natural instinct to only grant power to those who earn it. Sex always involves an exchange of power.
[Concord is straight up dumb, but he's almost got a read on his issues with all this; it's all too casual for him. He holds too much significance in having sex... something he really needs to fight his instincts on and change his mindset about, if he's going to escape this place.]
Giving him free reign back home would be a mistake, is all I'll say. [love that dragon, but trust him to not act out selfishly in how he influences and guides mortal society? Not a chance. Concord is needed to be his moral compass.]
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But I understand what you're saying well enough.
I can promise you that I will never seek love from you. That I will never come between two people that are in love.
[Wouldn't want anyone to get jealous. And wouldn't want to mix the lines, when one person's serious could very well be another's casual.]
Would it help you to know why I do this? Why Charlie told you about me... ?
Or would you prefer I simply earn the chance to exchange cards with you?
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[The least he can do is extend trust in her words, being offered such understanding. They have only just met, but she's definitely put him to ease. (Women just have a quicker time of that with him, it's a unicorn thing. Nothing to do with virginity, though. Damned Church, making up such tales...)]
Charlie does have a way about him, in regard to exchange and favors... know I am not like that. If I grant anything, it is with no expectations of future return.
Tell me if you wish to, I am curious.
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[What can she say? She's always had a soft spot for the one thing she would never have.]
My kind is nothing like unicorns.
We are lusty by nature. It's in our blood. There is not a day that passes I do not feel the desire for intimacy.
So if you consider sex an exchange of power, then I consider it a fair one.
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As for a lack of likeness to my kind, that remains to be seen. Lust is of nature and nature is my domain. Purity is a virtue, but it has nothing to do with physical desire.
[Something mortals loooove to misinterpret and impose their own moral values on. Concord doesn't see it that way,]
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"It remains to be seen?" When you phrase it like that... It really makes me want to try to bring it out in you.
Charlie told me he wouldn't bring me anyone disappointing.
What do you like, Concord... ? Besides being called "sir"?
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Boldness is an admirable trait.
I reckon you wouldn't be lacking in that. [even dense as he is, Concord can tell she knows what she wants. She's been clear on that much]
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[That's an easy promise to make.]
But is that the only request you have of me? Before we meet, you can ask for anything you like. Anything that would make the night sweeter. Long hair... ? Blue eyes? Generous curves?
But if bold is your only request... I can easily bring you bold.
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[Concord has (1) human form he can take, so the idea of being able to change his look on the command of another is pretty foreign. He won't even shave his damn beard for Ali. He's a stubborn creature and his physical expression manifests itself as such, very set in place.]
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I look however I want to look. And when I'm going to be with someone, if there's something that makes them happy or eager... Then that's what I'd like to look like.
Though I do have a form perhaps like yours, too.
[A "true" one.]
1/2
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He thinks for literally one second more before adding, perhaps selfishly, but he has been asked soooo-]
No black hair or red eyes. If you please.
[Concord appreciates such traits, but he does not like to be distractedly reminded of Ali when with another. It is disrespectful to who he is with, or so he sees it.]
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Where and when shall we meet, hmm?
Can I have you all night... ?
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As soon as you like to.
And yes. If you can tolerate me so long.
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Tolerate you... ?
And here I'm usually the one worrying. More about if my partners can keep up, mind, but...
I'll take anything you can give me ♡
As soon as you can give it.
[Good thing he finds boldness an admirable trait.]
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Good favor is a reward for the bold, after all.]
No time like the present.
My room is not luxurious. I am only ranked a six in the hierarchy of this place.
You are welcome to spend the night, if it suits you. Or I could meet you somewhere of your choosing.
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And I am only ranked a three, so you have me beat twofold.
If you are comfortable in your room, then it's good enough for me.
It's you I want, after all.
Text-> Log!
[His favored word to agree, especially when he doesn't have any better thoughts to express himself with. Concord also doesn't care the where, only the who. She really strikes him.
Makes him feel awkward. Out of his depth. What did Charlie get him into-?
Nervously withheld excitement abounds. He simply sends her his room number and floor, she can arrive when she likes to, Concord not about to rush nor delay. He can wait patiently. He needs to be patient, the buzzing anticipation isn't going to be helped by any pushiness on his part. He'll pace his room about it and be all too quick to open the door if there's a knock.]
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Kiritsubo did not usually do much considering when it came to her shape. She simply chose based on whim or mood, how she was feeling that day... But that was most days. Not the days when she used her abilities to give her partners something special. Something that didn't have red eyes or black hair. Something feminine. ("Bold" she did not have to prepare. That came naturally.)
The knock on the door is quiet, just three little raps. And when Concord comes to open it... He will find a young woman waiting on the other side, with vibrant red hair and emerald green eyes. As if she had simply wandered from her own hotel room to ask something of a neighbor, she is dressed in a silk robe tied shut at the waist in a neat bow, slippers on her feet.
What does one say, when a certain vampire (that some in this equation have not noticed is a vampire) sets you up on a "date" for the evening? Apparently its,]
Have you been waiting for me, Concord?
[She'll be good and wait for an invitation... But her pale hand is already on the door frame. And she's already smiling as if she knows the answer to the question.]
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Second impulse, just reach out and pull her into his arms. Romantic, but hasty. Much too hasty. Concord's skin crawls at the desire to show good restraint warred with passionate boldness.
Final decision, he nods to her, respectfully stepping aside so she can enter the room. His bulk fills the entry hall leading this bathroom and then bedroom space, unless he moves his back against the wall to give her space.
They had spoken only with text, so his voice might surprise her. Concord speaks very quietly, low and gruff, but with a western type of twang. It is a soothing type of voice, one that is difficult to imagine being raised in anger,]
Yes. Welcome... make yourself comfortable.
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And she smiles.]
Thank you, sir.
[At his invitation, she does just that. Stepping into the room, she reaches up to lightly lay a hand upon his arm in greeting, the touch lingering just a moment too long to be platonic, perfectly painted nails scraping softly as if she is reluctant to part from him already as moving inside necessitates a parting. Having chosen vocal cords for the day that matched the feminine appearance she had picked to suit the night, her own voice is soft and lilting, well suited to poetry and whispers and, perhaps, the calling of names... ?
He says she may get comfortable, and so she makes her way without pause or apparent thought for his bed, gracefully moving to sit upon the edge and beginning to slip petite feet from the slippers she apparently plans to abandon upon the floor.]
I heard you like to blow off steam... Has something happened recently, that Charlie felt you might benefit from my recommendation?
[Though she could be a very demanding and impatient woman when acting in pursuit of her own pleasures... talk was sometimes just as important as a skilled hand or a welcoming body. Emerald eyes stare up at him from the mattress, open and interested.]
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He closes the door behind her. It locks automatically. He turns and follows along as she sits herself upon his bed. Concord stands in front of her.
As he answers, he catches a suspender with the underside of a thumb and nudges it off his shoulder. Repeating the motion with military ease and rigor on both sides,]
My kind, we are naturally aggressive. It is so we can protect our land and what lives there... Can only keep that bottled up so long, but I'm good at restraint. A promise. [as if restraint seems like anything she wants from him, but it is promised none-the-less, as a show of respect. Really, he is too good at it, too well composed, which is what makes a place like this so difficult for him.
He shrugs his shirt off. More for her to admire of him, and wonder about, given the entirely too nasty scar on one side of his front. The rest of him sure seems pristinely kept, compared to that one marred and collapse in line.]
Still. I always need one way or another... to blow off steam. [it is usually drinking and fighting, which might explain to her why Charlie finds interest in a man who seems so otherwise pure hearted]
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