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[vocarrah]

So, ah.

Would anyone care to come visit? I can offer a much more...ah, intimate way to get warm. I'm sure you'd know I'm a most gracious host.

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[such_a_teez]

To good company and making the best of things.

[Tyki raises his glass, and then takes a drink of the wine. Oh, this was a good choice. He has quite a few bottles he's been hoarding, most in some state of use. Most from his home world, stored inside of his body for the sake of an emergency stash. But few of them are this nice, this particular bottle is amazing. It was probably snagged from one of his older brother's fancy parties, he just can't remember which one.] This is nice. I'm glad I get to share it with you.

[vocarrah]

[Ianchus takes a sip, and then lets out an emphatic moan, delicately touching his finger to his lips. A bit of an overwrought expression? Maybe, but Ianchus has never been one to downplay when he's enjoying himself, even when it's little pleasures, like a delightful vintage.]

Ah, Tyki, this is incredible. Wherever did you find it? [It's certainly not from the speakeasy.]

[such_a_teez]

[Ianchus is shameless, over the top, and amazing. Tyki thinks he'd make a fantastic Noah, it's a pity he doesn't get to choose who inherits the Noah's memory. Not that humans outside his world can possibly become like him, but it's the thought that counts.

Ianchus would fit in so well with his brother, especially. It's just sad to him that so many people who would be perfect for the family are stuck with pitiful mortality.]

I didn't. It's one of the bottles I brought here with me, something that's from my world. I've been holding onto a few different ones, there's a good white too but I didn't think it'd be quite as appreciated tonight.

[vocarrah]

Ah! And again, you stoke that jealousy in me. What would I give to be able to keep the finest luxuries with me.

[He takes another sip, more reserved, though he does swirl the wine around on his tongue. So rich!]

I do enjoy white wine, at times. But I am a decadent man, I suppose, and nothing screams decadence so much as a good red, ah?

[such_a_teez]

I have a little trick up my sleeve. Or inside of me, you might say. You saw that I wasn't exactly run of the mill. It goes beyond just being able to shove my hand inside of irritating former enemies.

[Tyki takes a sip, and while he doesn't put so much into enjoying the flavor, he does hold it in his mouth for a moment. And he remembers exactly when he pocketed it now, it was a birthday party. His precious niece was in a purple dress, Cyril had made him wear a cravat to match. He'd put up quite a fuss about it, even if he was fine with the idea quietly, and he used the excuse to grab a few bottles.

This wine tastes like home because of that memory.] You're right, red wine just seems more luxurious somehow.

[vocarrah]

I've always imagined it has a rather shameless color. Odd to associate it with that, but...ah.

[He lifts the glass to the light, admiring it. If Tyki went out of his way to, as it sounds, pull a bottle out of his own body, it would behoove him to appreciate it with all of his senses, after all.]

Tell me. Can you put a few bottles of wine inside me? In, ah, your way, I mean. Not the conventional ways. [Though really, there's no conventional way to put a bottle of wine inside someone, is there?] Should we ever be separated from the Gods again.

[such_a_teez]

I like that. Shamelessly red wine.

[Tyki relaxes a little, getting more comfortable as he stays near Ianchus. He grins though, Ianchus is as shameless as the wine's color and he adores him.] I could, but you'd probably not last to enjoy them. My body is meant to hold random things inside of it. Yours, although lovely wouldn't really be a good candidate for random storage. [Tyki blinks, and reaches inside of his own chest. A casual motion that seems almost too intimate to do in front of someone else, but never the less he opens the vortex hole and pulls another wine bottle out. This one a pristine white.] I suppose we can always have the best of both worlds.

[vocarrah]

Ah! A white after a red? That's not shameless, that's absolutely scandalous. [Then, grinning, he adds:] So lovely to finally have a partner in crime.

[He drains his glass, making a show of tipping his head all the way back, his adam's apple bobbing, and then offers the now-empty chalice to Tyki to fill, resting his chin on his hand. He eyes the place in Tyki's chest with interest.]

What about someone else? Would I, for instance, be able to put my hand into you? Can you swallow a person whole? [A somewhat erotic idea? Perhaps.]

[such_a_teez]

I do love a good scandal. [He's actually happy. Ianchus is a lot of fun, and being his partner in crime is such a fun idea. They can be absolutely awful together. He can indulge a side of himself with Ianchus that no one else is allowed to see, he can be snarky and awful and scandalous and it's alright somehow.

He was about to close the small vortex when Ianchus asks those questions. And he tilts his head, some of that he's never thought about.] I've never put anything living inside of myself, that way at least. I suppose if you want to touch, it's fine. But it's easier when I'm putting my hands inside of something. [Tyki relaxes a little, offering the vortex to Ianchus for exploration.] I don't think it works with the mouth that way. I'm afraid I can't just eat someone whole.

[vocarrah]

[Ianchus' hand with the wine glass freezes, his expression growing fascinated, like a cat watching a moving string.]

Truly? [He asks cautiously, already reaching for the vortex slowly with his free hand. He laughs a little nervously, as if commenting on the silliness of the situation, but he looks excited.]

Well. I suppose that's a good thing. You won't need to figure out an entire story to where I'd have disappeared to. [His voice trails off as his fingers brush against the vortex.]

[such_a_teez]

Truly. I've never experienced it before anyway, so it's worth having someone do it at least once. [Tyki makes a small noise when Ianchus's fingers brush up against the vortex. He's not even sure how to explain how it feels, but this is incredibly intimate and a little frightening. He's not sure if it's a pleasant feeling or not. But it does feel forbidden.] You can touch inside of me a little, if you'd like to. I think it's safe. [This suddenly feels like it's poor decision-making and he takes a large swallow of wine.]

[vocarrah]

[Ianchus' fingers stay there, at the edge of the vortex, for several moments. Almost as if he's spellbound by it. It's clear that Tyki's words tempt the daredevil in him. But...

There's another component to it, and his eyes slide from the strange, otherworldly thing, to the man attached to it. His face breaks into a light, easy smile, and his hand draws back, reaching for the newly-emerged bottle of white wine instead.]

There'll be time for that later, I imagine. Perhaps we shouldn't rush ourselves.

[Ianchus loves living on the edge, but he knows enough to keep an eye out for the boundaries of other people. It's not fun if the other isn't enjoying it, after all. There's nothing quite like jumping together.]

[such_a_teez]

Perhaps. Suit yourself. [Tyki drinks more, honestly surprised that he was so shaken by the touch. But also, that he found it so appealing as well. It was frighteningly intimate, and he hadn't expected to enjoy it or desire it. But perhaps, as the Noah of Pleasure, Joyd, expectations about unexpectedly pleasing things don't matter to him.

He hands the wine over happily, unsure of himself but not wanting to leave. He would have let Ianchus put his whole hand inside if he'd wanted to.

But he still remembers how he looked when he was dying. And that's a memory that's never left him.] This really is lovely. I suffer without good company.

[vocarrah]

Ah, as do I, as do I. [He pours himself the wine, making a noise as it's tinged somewhat pink by those last few drops of the red that never seem to come out without washing. He tips it toward Tyki, offering to refill his, as well]

People here keep to themselves, and while I can respect that, ah. I'm a social beast. And even those I do socialize with... [...as much as he absolutely adores them...] Well, their hands are the problem, you can imagine. I simply wither without the touch of another.

[Which is what makes Tyki delightful.]

[such_a_teez]

[Tyki happily accepts the refill, more wine is never a bad thing in his mind. Especially when it's such delightful wine. It makes him remember his home once more, and that feeling of warmth, and nostalgia mixing with alcohol really do have an influence on how chatty and relaxed he is.]

I'm fine either way, honestly. Touch is lovely, but I don't crave it. When I have it though, it's addictive. It's being a part of a person, for a short time. The intimacy is powerful, so I understand why some would avoid it. For some, that's frightening.

[vocarrah]

I suppose, I suppose! [He's met plenty of people who want to pull back, who seem acutely uncomfortable at the idea of touch and intimacy. But, ah, ah! ]

Being without touch is like having a fine wine, and none to share it with. One languishes in self-wrought misery. [And he raises a glass to Tyki. Glad, he is, to find a comrade here.]

[such_a_teez]

[Tyki laughs gently, a warm and real laugh that is rare for him, he's finding it hard to be amused these days. He's not making fun of Ianchus, he's not finding his words funny, but he's honestly amused at him.

Then he raises his own glass, appreciatively. This is good. This is real company, someone who's good enough to waste time doing little with. ] We've got wine and touch, so we'll be alright I think.

[vocarrah]

[Any laugh is good, and Ianchus grins in response. Wine and touch...well. He'll take that as an invitation, leaning closer to Tyki. He looks thoughtful, sipping the wine.]

It doesn't hurt? To, ah. Keep things inside you. Pull them out. Have someone else... [He lifts his hands, wiggling his fingers. As long as Tyki's not uncomfortable speaking about him, then he's definitely curious.]

[such_a_teez]

It doesn't, honestly. I don't even feel it if I'm the one that's putting them in and out. Sometimes, when my golems come out in a rush it's a little odd, but still nothing worth even mentioning. [He's quiet for a second, drinking his wine.] It felt strange when you touched, though. Intense. Not unpleasant, but it was a rush.

[vocarrah]

[Ianchus' eyes light up curiously.]
A rush. Ah, I imagine it would be. [He shifts with interest, rubbing his lower lip. When he speaks, his words are a little slower:]

What of the other way around? When you...do what you do. [What he saw Tyki doing, in that accidental moment.]

[such_a_teez]

[Tyki finishes his glass of wine then, uncomfortable but he's willing to talk. It's not that he's ashamed of his darker traits. It's just they're hard to handle, and most people wouldn't handle them quite as nicely as Ianchus does. He doesn't seem disgusted at all by him, and that's appealing.] It's not pleasant or unpleasant on a physical level. But emotionally, it's powerful. Perhaps frighteningly so.

[vocarrah]

Mmm. I can only imagine.
[He can't stop the grin that breaks over his mouth, as if he's said something arousing and scandalous. He takes a moment to collect himself, then tilts his head at Tyki, slight concern tinging his expression, though his hand is still hovering near his mouth.]

I apologize. Is this an unpleasant topic?

[such_a_teez]

[Ianchus is awful and addictive, and a wonderfully bad influence on Tyki. And that's the kind of thing that makes him warm up more, the mix of that grin and the concern even if it's slight.] No, it's not like that. But you have to understand, it's hard not to worry about how others will respond to this sort of conversation. It's hardly comforting to people what I'm capable of.

[vocarrah]

Ah!
[Ah, but he understands that worry, doesn't he. He nods, moving to fill Tyki's glass again--the red, this time.]

I understand that. I won't talk to anyone about what we talked about. So...be at ease.

[His voice lowers slightly, that mysterious smile still there.]

I understand plenty about dark tendencies. I shan't judge. I promise.

[such_a_teez]

[More wine helps Tyki to settle, and he nods in response.] I know. And I appreciate that. People talk. And those words don't always end up heard in the way they should be. It's easy to misconstrue. [Tyki raises an eyebrow then.] I judge myself anyway. But darker tendencies do that to a person, I suppose.