243 - [Video] Backdated to the Beginning of the Flood

[impure_tale]

[Someone appears to have gotten the hang of this device quickly, despite never having seen the like before. He's...oddly familiar. It's the eyes, the arch of his brow, the lips. ...And then of course there's all the stuff in the background, including a familiar dog, the fireplace, bookcases...

The Marquis is either looking VERY good for seventy-eight, better than normal, or...]

Such a wonder, this pretty little thing. I see the entries, and I see they are in my diction, with my name on them -- but the man in the pictures -- he's so very old. I cannot deny his resemblance to some of my kin. A little of my father. So much of my mother.

[He purses his cherub lips in a mixture of bemusement and frustration.]

Curious. Very curious. So tell me, lovelies. What manner of people does this secret kinsman of mine interact with, day by day? Is he a libertine such as I? Come now, don't be shy.

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[impure_tale]

Or at the very least prepared to be decisive.

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[shakenandlimp]

Put down your drink, then, if you think I've been dallying.

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[impure_tale]

[With a coy smile, he downs the rest of his wine -- what little is left, and sets the goblet aside, eyebrow raised challengingly.]

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[shakenandlimp]

[Bush puts his own glass down next to the first-- doing so necessitates him to step close, so that he looks face to face with the other man. He's the shorter of the pair by almost half of a foot, but doesn't appear to feel disadvantaged. He eyes the young man more challengingly than he would a woman under similar circumstances.]

All right, Frenchman. Teach me how you clash.

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[impure_tale]

I have your permission, Englishman?

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[shakenandlimp]

You have.

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[impure_tale]

Good.

[He closes the distance between them and pulls him in for a kiss. It's pretty much always the best way to test the waters with a new person.]

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[shakenandlimp]

[The reception is cold and stiff, at first-- but the moment that Bush decides to at least give it a reasonable try is palpable. It is a loveless clinch, but not too unlike a woman, and he knows how to handle a chance encounter with a woman. His arm goes around the other man's back out of habit, and his lips soften-- though he does try to have his way with the kiss, all leading and no following.]