Event Log - Love at the Lake

[lucetimods]

Who: All you people, can't you see, can't you see?
What: Part two of el evento del amor, the lake festival
When: March 1st
Where: The Southern Lake
Summary: An absolutely ordinary week in Luceti ends on a high note, with a festival to tickle everyone's fancy.
Rating: up to PG-13, or take it off-comm please

Comments

bwahahaha

[complicatedliar]

[...ugh. Does he want to share a cup with a human? But he is thirsty, and if there's a way to make this palatable...

Loki takes the cup and gives it a cautious sniff. It does smell interesting at least.]

Mmm. Which one is bourbon, again?

[He takes a drink. Not bad, actually. And he does feel a bit warmer now...]

>D

[bonesandmore]

[Wow, the fact that Loki decided to share a drink with him really shouldn't have made his pulse quicken or his lips want to turn up into a smile, but it does it all the same and he shoves his hands in his pocket and tries to stare at the scenery in front of them instead of the man beside him.]

American whiskey. The good stuff made from corn. Not quite the bang of yer stuff though.

[complicatedliar]

[He's feeling rather warmly inclined toward Bones, himself. He takes another drink of the hot chocolate, then licks his lips and offers it back. He might be looking at Bones a little too intently.]

I might be able to do something about that.

[bonesandmore]

Yeah? You mean some of your god voodoo? [And he glanced back at Loki. Shit. Why did he look again? Because now it was hard to look away. And he forgets entirely about the hot chocolate being held out to him. Too busy gawking.]

[complicatedliar]

I do magic, not voodoo. Wrong sort of god. [He meets Bones's gaze. It's an intense look.] Shall I remind you what sort of god I am?

[bonesandmore]

[Where the hell did his self-preservation go? He was starting to question his own sanity when his first knee-jerk reaction was to say 'yes'. Because those words complimented with that look almost sounded promising. It was a good thing he could think before he spoke...sometimes.]

Not a whole lotta places to put candy canes at the moment.

[complicatedliar]

[He smiles, leans in a bit closer, enough for Bones to feel the soft whisper of his breath.]

I'm very creative. I could think of a few that you might like.

[bonesandmore]

[Those words were probably supposed to be seductive, hell, in a way they were. Almost as much so as the soft feel of the god's breath, but even spiked and drugged hot chocolate couldn't change this part of him. And he turned to face the man better, lips turned down into a scowl.]

Do you know how dangerous that is? Forget the guaranteed burnin', but it could break, or cut places that should never be cut! And then there's the infections. There's nothin' sexy about an infection in yer ass.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki laughs.]

I was just speaking of your mouth, you dirty thing.

[And he darts his head forward to nip at Bones's lips.]

[bonesandmore]

[Hm. He likes that laugh.

His eyes flutter closed at the touch of lips and teeth. He likes that too.

And that leads him to one inevitable fact. He likes Loki.

God help him.

And he's pressing forward to turn this into a proper kiss.]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki is more than happy to make it a slow, proper kiss. That's certainly what he wanted.]

[bonesandmore]

[It's the kind of kiss that he would normally never have in public, he's really a private guy when it comes to feelings, and there are definitely feelings involved with a slow kiss like this. But he really can't find it in him to care right now. No, he's more concerned about wrapping an arm around Loki's waist and bringing him closer against him while they lock lips.]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki slips one hand around the back of Bones's head, cradling it with a light touch much different from the last time they had a reason to kiss like this. He's happy to move closer and lean languorously against the man, a bit like an overly affectionate cat.]

[bonesandmore]

[If he were steady enough to hold them upright, he could have easily keep this position, reveled in the warmth of Loki in the brisk weather, but there was always some danger in leaning against a man with booze in his system. Gravity was never the drunkard's friend. And at the first wobble of his feet, he regretfully breaks away from the kiss, lips closer to the god's cheek than lips now.]

Don't suppose you'd like to find a place to sit down?