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maskormenacelogs2020-02-23 12:21 pm
heliophilic) wrote in maskormenacelogs2020-02-23 12:21 pm
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Toss a coin to your Bard
WHO: M, Apollo, and Jaskier
WHERE: M & Apollo's Apartment
WHEN: End of February
WHAT: M asked Jaskier to create an original song for him and Apollo. Jaskier delivers.
WARNINGS: None for now.
[M follows Jaskier through the golden Doorway that leads to his (and now Apollo's) humble abode, a large, modern two-floor loft with neutral walls, ceilings, and floors, with its most striking feature being that it has no windows or doors... though several large sunlamps strategically placed throughout do its best to give off the appearance of natural light.
The first floor is an open space with a few columns for support, with the space divided into several areas. The small kitchen area is to the far right, with a large island separating it from the rest of the area. Catercorner to the kitchen is a large barn door, pulled all the way closed. The living room is across from the kitchen, with a pleather sofa, sectional, and armchair set up in a u-shape around an entertainment system decorated with a few framed pictures and a handful of small stuffed animals of various types. Next to the entertainment center is a plush pet bed and a crate of animal toys.
Finally, the dining room is in the far end of the room on the left, consisting of a solitary table and a large, fancy series of cages housing several rats against the wall. Clear tubes run from the cages across the walls, seamlessly blending into the design of the room. Across from the dining area is a billiard table that sits beneath the floating stairs leading to the second floor.
The Door disappears as soon as M steps through it, seemingly leaving the pair trapped inside. He wasn't lying about his murder loft being out of the way.]
What do you think?
[Not even bothering to wait for an answer, he looks around for the other occupant of the apartment.]
Apollo, we have company.
WHERE: M & Apollo's Apartment
WHEN: End of February
WHAT: M asked Jaskier to create an original song for him and Apollo. Jaskier delivers.
WARNINGS: None for now.
[M follows Jaskier through the golden Doorway that leads to his (and now Apollo's) humble abode, a large, modern two-floor loft with neutral walls, ceilings, and floors, with its most striking feature being that it has no windows or doors... though several large sunlamps strategically placed throughout do its best to give off the appearance of natural light.
The first floor is an open space with a few columns for support, with the space divided into several areas. The small kitchen area is to the far right, with a large island separating it from the rest of the area. Catercorner to the kitchen is a large barn door, pulled all the way closed. The living room is across from the kitchen, with a pleather sofa, sectional, and armchair set up in a u-shape around an entertainment system decorated with a few framed pictures and a handful of small stuffed animals of various types. Next to the entertainment center is a plush pet bed and a crate of animal toys.
Finally, the dining room is in the far end of the room on the left, consisting of a solitary table and a large, fancy series of cages housing several rats against the wall. Clear tubes run from the cages across the walls, seamlessly blending into the design of the room. Across from the dining area is a billiard table that sits beneath the floating stairs leading to the second floor.
The Door disappears as soon as M steps through it, seemingly leaving the pair trapped inside. He wasn't lying about his murder loft being out of the way.]
What do you think?
[Not even bothering to wait for an answer, he looks around for the other occupant of the apartment.]
Apollo, we have company.
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Maybe he should be concerned with the only apparent entrance or exit sealing off after them, but he's swiftly distracted by the décor of the entire place, staring opened mouth as he politely lingers where the portal deposited him and looking only slightly queasy from the journey. ]
Woah, wh-- And you haggled over a hundred dollars?
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[ Apollo's reply is amused and distant, floating through the apartment from the distant reaches of the bedroom beyond the floating stairs. Apollo's first thought is that M has adopted another animal - more rats? a dog? a small bear? - which honestly wouldn't be the most surprising thing. But then he hears a second voice and suddenly Apollo's quickly heading to the stairs, emerging from the bedroom with an expression of confused surprise. ]
Oh, shit, we do. [ He raises a hand, bewildered and... a little wary. ] Hi there.
[ Is he... is he dressed like a clown? Apollo shoots M a meaningful look of 'what the hell is happening right now' while Jaskier is inspecting the decor. ]
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Or something.
Rather than give Apollo any sort of clear answer--all in good time, dear--he shoots him one of his usual "I got this" grins and turns back to Jaskier.]
I didn't have to buy you this wine, remember?
[He puts the bottle in question on the kitchen island in front of Jaskier. It's not the cheap stuff either.]
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And that confusion swiftly turns to smugness, looking oh-so pleased with himself and for M. Like, damn dude, you bagged yourself a buff hottie right there. ]
Oh! Hello!
[ He waves back cheerfully towards Apollo, before swiftly getting distracted by the bottle, following after it eagerly. ]
A glass before we start?
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And, damn, that is good wine. Apollo doesn't drink much, but when he does he likes the good stuff. Cocktails mostly, sure. Because if he's going to bother to drink alcohol that doesn't get him drunk, it might as well taste somewhat decent. He eyes the bottle as he circles around the island to fetch their guest a glass. ]
Start what? [ He asks suspiciously as he sets down a generously sized wine glass on the counter, followed by another two, and directs another Meaningful Look at his better half. ] I'm kinda in the dark over here.
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Oh, you know, the usual couple-moves-in-together orgy. I figured you wouldn't object if I picked the third.
[M can't even hide his usual shit-eating grin at this point as he pops the cork. Come on Apollo. Weirdo dressed with a guitar case. What could it be?
And in case Jaskier gets any ideas, the quick look he shoots his way strongly informs him it's a joke.]
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Oh, yes, the customary threesome for any newly settled.
[ Eager agreeing that's only tapered slightly by the look from M. He knows it's a joke! But a bard can dream. ]
My services are renowned for this sort of thing.
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[ Luckily for everyone involved, Apollo's tolerance for trolling is high. He isn't blind to the case - a guitar, he guesses? - and he knows that M has a habit of collecting strange friends (ironic, coming from Apollo). Apollo pours one glass, then another, then a slightly larger one for himself. He has a sneaking suspicion he may need it. ]
And the real thing is-?
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Let the man drink, Apollo. Don't be a rude host.
[He knows he could very easily die being this flippant with a sun god, but honestly, it's a chance he's willing to take. This is as close to boring and normal as the two of them ever get, but sometimes he can't help but feel it's needed. To keep them--to keep him--grounded.]
And if you haven't figured it out by now you're just going to have to wait. Far be it for me to ruin the surprise.
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Mm, your boyfriend has me here on business. Although I'm not averse to a little pleasure mixed in.
[ He means the wine. The wine is a pleasure, but he seems totally fine with it sounding like sex talk, in fact the slurp of his drink is swiftly followed with his eyebrows lowering and lips curling into a devilish little smile. ]
Are you a fan of music, Apollo?
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[ He shoots a look at M at that - because, hey, did you know that? Because Apollo really didn't, and it made for a sad conversation with Stephen the other day! Not cool --
Oh. Oh, no. A thought strikes Apollo. An alarming kind of thought, judging by the way his eyes go wide and he sets his wine glass, unsipped, back on the counter top with a thump. ]
Oh, God. [ He gives M a pained look. ] This isn't your way of telling me you're starting a band, is it?
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Damn. You got me. I'm torn between kazoo and cymbals. Which do you think is more me?
[Wine poured, bard seemingly satisfied, M walks over to guide Apollo to the sofa. Sit. Relax. Find out what the deal is in due time.]
I never knew you were so suspicious.
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He's swiftly distracted away from dying artists when Apollo's shock dawns in. Totally misplaced concern, but it's enough to have him let out a delighted little chuckle at the mention of bands. ]
Please, fret not about one of the undoubtedly many mid-life crises your boyfriend is likely going through at any time. [ Sorry, not sorry, M. ] It's not a band. Not yet anyway. Go and sit, calm yourself, and let me entertain.
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[ Wine glass cradled in one hand - he has a sneaking suspicion he'll need as much alcohol as his body will let him process tonight - Apollo allows himself to be steered towards the couch. He sits with a reluctant huff and flicks his gaze suspiciously between his boyfriend and his boyfriend's bard. ]
All right. Entertain away, whoever you are.
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[Finally. Was that so goddamn hard, Apollo? Jesus wept.
With a flourish, M sits on the couch beside him, his wine safely remaining inside his glass. He turns to look at Jaskier over his shoulder..]
Jaskier, you seem to forget that I haven't paid you yet, so you might want to be careful about how you go about disparaging your patrons. That said, the floor is yours whenever you're sauced enough.
[He motions to the space in front of the tv with his glass.]
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He follows the two through, knocking back the rest of his wine on the way like the classy lad he is and moving to settle the empty glass on the table near Apollo, maybe a hint for later after the entertainment has finished. And then the lute comes out, lovingly removed from it's leather casing and cradled under an arm as he throws the strap over his head. It's intricately carved, beautifully designed and looks like he spends plenty of time maintaining it: The true love of his life. ]
Should it not have become apparent yet, I, The Great Jaskier, famed poet, have been personally requested to provide you both with a tender ballad so moving that the sky itself shall weep, flooding with adoration for the two of you. [ Addressed to Apollo while he casually moves into position, throwing a boot up onto the edge of the coffee table to give a saucy little lean and a nice little resting thigh for his lute. ]
I call it... ... Eclipse.
[ A grand sweep of his hand, almost as if blocking out an imaginary sun while his fingers wiggle for dramatic effect, and then he moves them to settle at the strings of his instrument. The melody he plucks out leans heavily on the side of romantic tropes, and his voice croons softly enough to mirror a true love song. Whether the words match the tone remains to be decided. ]
One gloomy as the night
The other bright as daylight
But both fucked as rough as many would fight
With their clothes laid strewn
The sun set behind a full moon
Stiff and searing
And with a heated spearing
Laid bare at dawn
They cried out through the morn
’Twas the grinding of hips
That had the sun meet his eclipse.
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(He almost (almost!) misses the fact that Midnighter says you truly do love me, which is an internal dilemma best saved for when there isn't a man with a medieval instrument Power Posing in their front room.)
To Apollo's intense surprise, the song starts well enough. The bard (because that's apparently who this Jaskier guy is) makes it through an entire five seconds of fairly enjoyable music before the not-so metaphorical metaphor comes to light. 'But both fucked as rough as many would fight' is where everything changes; Apollo's expression falls into one of horrified disbelief as he stares, wide-eyed, at the man with the lute.
And that's how Apollo's expression remains for most of the song, until the very final line, as Apollo slowly, slowly, turns his head to stare at the man sitting beside him on the couch.
Clap, Midnighter, he DARES YOU. ]
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He had requested a dirty song, he got a dirty song. Jaskier has truly exceeded his expectations. The fact that Apollo seems somehow scandalized by the whole thing seems almost a bonus. It isn't very often he sees his feathers ruffled, after all.
Bravo, sir. Bravo. At least your patron appreciates your talents.]