ettersberg | duplicity

[ Nyx won’t over complicate any of this. If anything, he’s going to let Nightingale dictate the pace and circumstances of what happens between them. He has something of a new lease on life considering he actually has one to live again and that means he feels like he can finally spare the time to just see how it goes. He likes the conversations they’ve had. Thomas is good looking. He thinks this could be kinda sweet and he could use some of that.

All in all, a good experience and one that Nightingale will lead. ]

We’ll meet somewhere.
Have a drink. Talk.
This line down my throat makes it hard to buy anything but I’ll figure it out.

I do not mind buying a drink or two.

[ he hadn't considered the effects of the divide between these arbitrary social classes on others. this is a reminder - one he is glad to have. peter would have his head, he thinks, if he didn't take this into account properly simply because it does not affect him.

(the thought is a fond one. peter's grasp on justice and systemic injustices is far more solid than thomas's own.) ]

Which is to say that yes, that sounds nice.

[ nice. odd. a little terrifying, in its own way. it's been a very long time - and back in the day, even kissing a man was still a criminal offence. it hasn't been for a long time, in nightingale's world, but - he hasn't really partaken in the world for a long time, either, has he? ]

Next time drinks are on you.

[ Call him shameless, maybe even call him a little bit of a romantic, but Nyx really likes the idea of taking this date down a rustic path. ]

Nine. By the entrance to the beach.
I'll take care of the rest.

[ Nyx is amused with himself, by the time the date rolls around. He's almost giddy. Damn, he really is a romantic. Who would've thought he'd have the chance to do something like this? Not him. He's not concerned with where this goes either. It must be a side effect of coming back from the dead or maybe he was like that all along.

He's down at the beach at nine. He has a cloth bag in his hand with goods he procured in not so legal ways. A bottle of nice-ish wine. He could use a haircut, but his braids are smooth and he's trimmed up his beard. Besides, he's gonna assume Thomas will either like him or he won't. When he sees the man approaching, he turns towards him with a soft smile. ]

Glad you came.

[ Really glad. ]

[ thomas shows up precisely at nine, wearing a beautifully tailored (if somewhat old-fashioned seeming) suit - it isn't bespoke, but he's had it tailored to him, a compromise given restraints on time and funds regarding his wardrobe, his hair neatly parted to the side (also old-fashioned seeming) and skin clean-shaven. he looks like he should be in black and white, really.

one might think he made an effort. (he did, but he's also incapable of dressing down.) ]

Of course.

[ there's some measure of reserve in his tone and in his stance, in the way he inclines his head - but there's warmth, too. he's not a romantic; he never has been, but if he had, he's quite sure he'd have lost all inclination toward it in the war, with everything else. he's not a romantic, but there's something like anticipation curling low in his stomach.

nyx's soft smile is terribly fetching. ]

[ Nyx is seriously undressed. Thomas is in a nice suit. Hair styled. The wardrobe and way he carries himself reminds him of someone from an older generation. The aura, anyway. The clothing isn't anything Nyx would know but the general vibe he gives off makes him feel like Thomas is in the wrong time.

It fits him. He likes the effort. ]

So I thought about it.

[ He lifts a hand, the one free, towards Thomas. His wiggles his fingers. ]

Let's walk on the beach. Sit and drink this. Get to know each other.

[ Maybe it'll get the suit a little dirty but Nyx thought it might be worth the trouble. ]

[ perhaps nyx isn't underdressed; perhaps thomas is overdressed. he's generally overdressed, because his idea of casual wear is slacks and a polo shirt -- so nyx's impression of him being from an older generation is very much spot on.

(he's outlived several generations by now. more than he should have.)

thomas lets himself consider the proposal for a moment, gaze lingering on nyx's wiggling fingers, before he smiles. it's more in the eyes than it curls his lips, but it's there nonetheless. ]

That sounds pleasant.

[ he's trekked through germany in winter behind enemy lines, he's been at countless crime scenes; a little sand on his suit won't bother him. ]

Lead the way?

[ Nyx is alright with reading expressions. Thomas doesn't smile with his mouth but it meets his eyes and it means more that it's genuine. He takes some initiative and snags Thomas' hand, linking their fingers and dropping their arms to hang between them. ]

Sure. I don't have a destination in mind, but somewhere that way.

[ He ticks his head to the left, towards a street that'll lead them to the beach. Nyx tugs them towards it. ]

So, Thomas. Tell me about yourself.

[ That's what you do on dates, right? Talk. Get to know each other. Figure out if there's something to connect two people. ]

I'm a soldier. A Kingsglaive. Died prior to coming here, which is where a few these scars come from. [ He points to his neck and chest with their linked hands. ] Th rest are from the line of duty.

[ died prior to coming here, nyx says like it's nothing, like it's absolutely fine by him. between that and the way nyx has taken his hand, intertwined their fingers and is now gesturing with their linked hands to his scars like that's nothing, either, casual instead of more than thomas can remember touching anyone in a while, well.

it takes him a moment to gather his thoughts. ] I can't say I've heard of Kingsglaives before. [ is what comes out first. ]

I've been a soldier as well, although it was a long time ago. [ far longer than one would think, looking at him. ] And after the war, I was integrated in the Metropolitan Police Force. But I've always been a wizard first and foremost.

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