05-12-2023, 01:56 AM
His hand flexed, shaking out the strain of being crushed by their handshake. Despite years of parkour and mountaineering and climbing before that, his callouses were well tended. Girls said they liked rough hands until sensitive parts were rubbed the wrong way, literally. Best he kept his skin supple and soft as much as possible.
For flamboyant use of the Ancient Power, Jaxen bowed his head graciously.
“Then you haven’t met me before!” He was nothing if not flamboyantly out there. “Jaxen Marveet,” he offered his name in return.
The Moscow social scene would know the name, and despite the CCD’s coverup of the Cabaret, there was a time not so long ago when the name Jaxen Marveet raised toasts and spun stories of who was actually there that night. Then there was the more recent gossip of being Aiden Finnegan’s newest boy toy, which the rock star could only be so lucky! But unlike most gossip, there was a hell of a lot of truth in the viral sweep through the social scenes. Jaxen and Aiden swapped tongue wrestling in front of Kallisti recently. For that, all Jaxen had to say was Sage was a lucky guy.
Complimenting Jaxen’s tight little ass would get Mikhail far into his favor. He beamed at the compliment but before he could add to it, he out right laughed at the suggestion that followed. One small hip thrust later and Jaxen flared a heated side-eye and brow waggle:
“Don’t need an illusion for that, patsyan*,” as he gestured the outrageously engorged length out in front of his waist with a firm (pun intended) nod of agreement.
“Mik, It’s a pleasure and I will absolutely let you buy me a drink but only if it's three drinks, only if it's vodka and only if it’s good vodka. But first, I need to corner me some nerds to tell me about this,” he pat the sword - the real sword - still sheathed at his waist.
After a moment, he flung the foam one away and slowly and affectionately drew the real thing from its scabbard.
He held it up in front of himself with something that approximated awe until he caught sight of his own reflection in the steel. Which of course he used as a mirror to fix the fallen pieces of his hair back into place.
Of course, drawing an actual weapon summoned the LARP officials. One came rushing through the surrounding fighters blazing a whistle.
“You can’t have a real weapon here! Disqualified!” and the man began to shoo them both off the field.
"Oh come on!" Jaxen resisted as they tried to elbow-wrangle him out.
[*Russian "Bro"]
For flamboyant use of the Ancient Power, Jaxen bowed his head graciously.
“Then you haven’t met me before!” He was nothing if not flamboyantly out there. “Jaxen Marveet,” he offered his name in return.
The Moscow social scene would know the name, and despite the CCD’s coverup of the Cabaret, there was a time not so long ago when the name Jaxen Marveet raised toasts and spun stories of who was actually there that night. Then there was the more recent gossip of being Aiden Finnegan’s newest boy toy, which the rock star could only be so lucky! But unlike most gossip, there was a hell of a lot of truth in the viral sweep through the social scenes. Jaxen and Aiden swapped tongue wrestling in front of Kallisti recently. For that, all Jaxen had to say was Sage was a lucky guy.
Complimenting Jaxen’s tight little ass would get Mikhail far into his favor. He beamed at the compliment but before he could add to it, he out right laughed at the suggestion that followed. One small hip thrust later and Jaxen flared a heated side-eye and brow waggle:
“Don’t need an illusion for that, patsyan*,” as he gestured the outrageously engorged length out in front of his waist with a firm (pun intended) nod of agreement.
“Mik, It’s a pleasure and I will absolutely let you buy me a drink but only if it's three drinks, only if it's vodka and only if it’s good vodka. But first, I need to corner me some nerds to tell me about this,” he pat the sword - the real sword - still sheathed at his waist.
After a moment, he flung the foam one away and slowly and affectionately drew the real thing from its scabbard.
He held it up in front of himself with something that approximated awe until he caught sight of his own reflection in the steel. Which of course he used as a mirror to fix the fallen pieces of his hair back into place.
Of course, drawing an actual weapon summoned the LARP officials. One came rushing through the surrounding fighters blazing a whistle.
“You can’t have a real weapon here! Disqualified!” and the man began to shoo them both off the field.
"Oh come on!" Jaxen resisted as they tried to elbow-wrangle him out.
[*Russian "Bro"]