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and the bass keeps runnin runnin

Who: Anyone who heard the announcement, caught a flier in the plaza, of heard by word of mouth. Everyone's welcome!
What: A rave! Well, "rave." Luceti makes everything a little different.
When: June 21st, nightfall to early morning
Where: the beach near Adele's house
Summary: It's the first day of summer! This calls for bonfires, naturally, but why not spice it up with loud music, flashing lights, drinks, dancing, and a conspicuous lack of curfew?
Rating: PG to PG-13, please move anything steamier to appointments ~~or Adele will take the hose to you~~

Getting all the firewood, food, and drink out to the beach had been, honestly, the hardest part of preparation. Whatever else one might say about running things on magic, it certainly did cut down on the trouble of constructing edifices and machines to run the entertainment side of a party. As it stands, the setup is labour-intensive but otherwise minimal, and there's not much to do by sunset. Escape the house before Max and Zevran, the culture-displaced madmen, can put any more eyeliner on him. Arrive at the beach. Light the bonfires. Make sure the bonfire-cooking-compliant food is set out. Put up a table loaded with bottles, cups, ice, and permanent markers. Thank the resident doctor and quartermaster once more. Plug in the stereo system.

The speakers and light show have been with him since he left his house, in the form of the resident god of mischief, and they confer over sheets of paper with track names and times written on them for a little while just before the start. That's the last of it, and by the time the sky above the mountains is beginning to darken into twilight, the first thumping, trilling strains of dance music begin to echo out across the sand.

It's the shortest night of the year. Best make every second last.

[OOC: Feel free to post your character for mingling, since this entire event is very free-form anyway. For everyone's enjoyment there is a drinks table, food, several bonfires, the ocean (lifeguards not on duty, splash drunkenly at your own risk), and of course a dancing area with lights and music. Music will probably be primarily EDM with a heavy bass line, but occasionally wander into the territories of electro-swing and the like to give even less modern partygoers a chance to show off. The light show as well will stray out of the typical at times, with the expected abstract wheeling and flashing lights giving way to more complicated illusions. Don't be surprised to find yourself and your fellows occasionally dancing in a forest glen or a Rivendell look-alike for a few minutes at a time. Loki is working the tech booth, after all.

The party will go as long as people stay and are enjoying themselves, so have fun and tag around!]

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[Of course Eugene is dancing- he's beautiful while he dances. While he smiles. While he breathes, even. Zev suspects in some small part of his mind that Eugene would be beautiful even were he not breathing but has no desire to ever learn the truth of it. He is instead giddy and pulling himself close, painting himself (the painted elf) against Eugene's solidity and moving. It's slick and heated and coordinated and a tasteful tangle of limbs just as they are preoccupied with a tangle of lips and tongue.

Lust is beyond him, but this? This is life. Life he can do very well.]

[Zevran is a creature all his own in the dance, graceful, deadly, and very hot. It was hard for the last not to rub off on him and Eugene only staved off from getting an intense lidded look by force of will while he locked lips with him.

He staved it off with closing his eyes, bringing hands up to cup his face before he pulled away, he had to force himself. Once he'd separated he smiled and gyrated against Zevran, something a little bashful, but only because he hadn't bothered to go this far just yet. Now the party would start in earnest, and it was all Zevran's fault.]

[He cannot want, not the way his boys can. Cannot feel that gut's pull of desire and pleasure as they rumble and roll and writhe together. He misses it, but he is glad for this time to be able to appreciate every inch of Eugene without the distraction of his own desire. It is not something he will ever be able to experience again, and there is so much to enjoy and appreciate.

Enough that he can lean in and brush his lips against the stud in his ear and murmur-]

Later, when we are home. I've a gift for you.

A gift? Zevran, this whole past few months you've been giving us gifts and we-- we haven't...

[He knew that Zevran wasn't keeping tabs, that it wasn't anything that he should be keeping tabs on either, but there was very little he could do for Zevran aside from cook and... and well, cook. Still, the lips on his ear made him shiver despite himself and he copied the motion against Zevran's ear, sighing across it]

Please tell me it's not something material...

Am I not permitted to dote upon those I care for? Here it is safe enough for me to spoil you both ridiculously. Let me.

[An echo of an earlier plea, something he'd said to Jack not long ago with heated intent- or as heated as he could possibly be.]

Only if you consider my hands and mouth material...

You're permitted to dote but I just-- feel self conscious if things seem way too good to be true. A-and...

[Okay, the meaning behind those words caught him off guard and he gave Zevran a look that was focused and alert, wondering if perhaps he'd come over his dry spell? He leaned in, hopeful, curious, and excited.]

Are you meaning what I think you are?

I am meaning I might offer to please you tonight as best I am able, given my condition.

[No false hope offered, here. He brushes his lips against Eguene's jaw all the same, wanting to express affection.]

My skill is still considerable and I miss...I miss seeing you, hearing you, and knowing myself to be the cause of it.

I...

[Only a fool would turn down such an opportunity, and Eugene Woods was not that kind of fool. Leaning into the touch, he smiled and hummed softly, eyes sliding shut.]

I miss you, too. But don't tell anyone, they'll tease me for being a sap.

[turning his face, he kissed Zevran's temple, shifting so that he might dance together with Zevran, like he promised he'd practice.]

I'm the luckiest guy in Luceti, tonight. Having assassins ask me if they can have their wicked way with me later.

Would you rather I ravish you without asking?

[He leaned into the dance, all lithe steps and muscles like water. Ebbing and flowing against Eugene's ever solid shoreline.]

Sweep in through the window in the dead of night, bind you to the bed and take what I wish of you without warning or request? Leave you aching for hours before allowing you to find your release?

If you keep telling me what you're going to do, then there won't be any surprise! Just... anticipation.

[It was nice how they worked together, moving with more than practiced moves and choreography but instinct and desire-- at least the latter on Eugene's end]

There was something you'd mentioned a while back, actually. Endurance, being one of them. Maybe... if I had to ask, you could focus on helping out with that?

So I should be silent and scheme all my sordid, steamy thoughts to myself?

[He can do that. Does that, even, with a wry twist of his lips and roll of his hips, moving through desire and an echo of their earlier, heated engagements.]

Of course, beloved. Anything you wish of me you may ask, and I will do anything in my power to grant it.

No, you should elaborate them to me in extensive detail, maybe while you're doing those things to me.

[He grinned as he spoke, enunciating his words clearly for Zevran, because he was a little worried he might slur if he wasn't careful. One hand came up to caress the piercing, featherlight and gentle against the still-healing skin there. Zevran just liked to give, who was he to deny him that?]

Like take me without reservation, leave satisfied you've done a job well done. Knowing that there's nothing more that I could want.

[It is so small a thing, that touch, but it's more than enough to have Zevran go stock still, shudder, and sag against him. Not quite pleasure. Not quite pain. Something that is almost what he should feel but isn't.]

I would if I could, Gene. All I have for you are my hands and mouth and possibly a toy that might suffice in the absence of me in truth.

[There was a moment's hesitation, his eyes averting from Zev's because he suddenly felt fairly guilty for... for whatever reason. Of course he'd point out Zevran's condition, even if he hadn't meant it quite like that. Suddenly he wanted to disengage and apologize, but only managed the latter, not the former. Zev couldn't help what was dealt him, so he shouldn't joke about such demands, either.]

Don't worry about it. Having you here is enough for me. I didn't mean to... I dunno, I'm drunk.

[He manages a laugh and settles his hands on Zev's hips instead, smiling sheepishly]

Gene-

[He slides a hand up to cradle Eugene's jaw, to brush his fingers against the stud in his ear and to turn his face back in his direction. So he might see and smile and reassure.]

Come the time when I've my desire again? I will make a ruin of our bed. You've my word.

[The smile was reassuring, but Eugene wasn't foolish enough to let such reassurances keep him from worrying he'd overstepped. He ruffled Zevran's hair and smiled in his own way, disengaging so he could move them away from the center of attention and out for some air]

I know, don't worry about that. I misunderstood your intention.

[That and he really needed to show Zevran that he was less interested in only his body and more interested about everything else.]

What's the wildest part you've been to before?

Mmm. Counting or discounting the one that ended in a massive orgy?

[He loops his arms easily around Eugene's waist, nuzzling he side of his neck. Warm, solid, beautiful and alive. So very alive and so very kind.]

The Christmas Ball that we had here, for all that it brought me afterward.

Hey, the orgy one sounds interesting. How do you have an orgy of assassins? Is it dangerous?

[He was scrambling for anything to distance from his own wants, not wanting Zev to think he only preferred his body. It was nice, alright, but there was so much more to him. Drunk as he was, however, his attempts were thinly veiled. And he only wound up smiling softly at him, struck speechless that he even bothered to pay attention to a guy like him.]

What do you even see in me, weren't you all into Jack first?

Highly.

[He smiles and pulls Eugene in close and warm, less dancing and more just...cuddling upright. Love making was love making- love was something deeper and warmer and far more weighty.]

What do I see in you? What I have always seen in you, Eugene. Warmth. Empathy. A capacity for compassion I have not seen in any man I have ever met before. A warm and caring heart that I feel wholly undeserving of.

In no other guy-- Zev, are you calling me sensitive?

[No protest was offered when Zev drew him in close, and he tilted his head to give Zevran a proper look.]

What do you mean by undeserving? Everyone deserves someone to love them all unconsequentially. In con... sequentially. That thing without conditions.

Unconditionally. Entirely without reservation or want for reciprocation, without expectation or desire for anything more than continued company.

[He laces his fingers in Eugene's.]

I have done terrible things, Gene. I have done them to those that claimed to love me, to a woman I claimed to love. I am an assassin and deserve nothing more than a swift death when I should be caught for it. You...you I do not deserve. But you I have and keep and will continue to hold fast to no matter what currents might pull at me to remove me from your side.

I sure do get the creative, hot types, don't I?

[By no means was this a complaint and he squeezed the hand Zevran laced fingers with. One day, Eugene did hope Zevran could at least overcome the self-loathing he felt over his own shortcomings. Terrible things occurred, Eugene wasn't sure how to move forward from that, but he had seen more to Zev than merely the assassin.

Smiling a little lopsided, he brought Zev's hand to his lips and kissed the back of it]

You loved her, there's no claiming about it.

...had I loved her as well as I loved you I would have slain Taliesin and escaped with her.

[He did love Rinna. He can't deny that he cared deeply for the woman he had wronged- and as intense that love had been it does not quite seem to hold the same depth and sway as what he feels for Eugene. Perhaps it is because he loved and lost her that he cares so much, or perhaps she taught him that he could that he loves so keenly.

He knows he loves her still, and likely always will so long as he draws breath.]

I did love her. I do love her. I am sorry I was not able to be worthy of her. All I might do is attempt to be worthy of you.

If you were more confident in your ability to act without the Crows, I think you would have.

[Then again, it was politicks of a world he didn't know, but he saw it as such. Grinning, he leaned in and placed a kiss to Zevran's forehead, a long and lingering one because he tasted warm and a little like salt.]

Just stick around. Too many people leave too quick and it's too bad.

[He didn't bother to push away as he spoke, voice muffled by Zev's forehead]

As long as I am able.

[This is warm and contented and as close to blissful as he's ever been without there being some fairly intimate stroking involved. A different sort of warmth, a different sort of bliss, and he is terribly glad for it.]

A hoard of darkspawn wouldn't keep me away.

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