( he teases, eyebrows lifting up his forehead in amusement. he goes through the graceful motions of trading one bottle for the other, and while their hands are each occupied by both, he leans forward to quickly dot a kiss on the corner of dean's mouth. it's as fleeting as rhys is, quickly skirting aside him with vodka now in tow, letting himself in to dean's room.
of course, rhys' own quarters look a little more like wandering curiosities shop, so he takes immediate interest in dean's. like a magnet, he moves to the led zeppelin shrine, nodding appreciatively. whilst understanding absolutely nothing. )
The man of the hour. ( like, really nothing. ) He's a Seraphim?
[ sjdhfas the kiss make shim blush furiously, color rising to his cheeks and neck, freckles standing out like constellations. It's so quick, and Rhys is flitting right around him maybe he doesn't see it.
Then again, Dean doesn't have the best luck.
His little shrine is his favorite thing about his room, the record player turned way down low, though no quarter spins gently, Jimmy Page's guitar riffs something for the ages, Robert Plant's vocal range drifting softly in the air.
It's one of Dean's favorites, though Ramble On takes that top spot, juuuust over Travelin' Riverside Blues. ]
You know, I wouldn't be surprised if he was. They totally redefined rock 'n roll. Total sex symbol.
( he hums, turning to dean while sucking his upper lip, nodding his head dramatically as if to say yes, of course, i do know exactly what we are talking about. )
Rock and roll, yes. ( swirling his free hand in the air, rhysand grabs two iridescent glasses from presumably absolutely nowhere, pinched between his fingers. rather expertly, he manages to undo the stopper in his vodka bottle and pours a splash into one of them, holding out the empty for dean's usage. ) Am I getting a very thorough education of music from your world?
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( he teases, eyebrows lifting up his forehead in amusement. he goes through the graceful motions of trading one bottle for the other, and while their hands are each occupied by both, he leans forward to quickly dot a kiss on the corner of dean's mouth. it's as fleeting as rhys is, quickly skirting aside him with vodka now in tow, letting himself in to dean's room.
of course, rhys' own quarters look a little more like wandering curiosities shop, so he takes immediate interest in dean's. like a magnet, he moves to the led zeppelin shrine, nodding appreciatively. whilst understanding absolutely nothing. )
The man of the hour. ( like, really nothing. ) He's a Seraphim?
u saw nothing
Then again, Dean doesn't have the best luck.
His little shrine is his favorite thing about his room, the record player turned way down low, though no quarter spins gently, Jimmy Page's guitar riffs something for the ages, Robert Plant's vocal range drifting softly in the air.
It's one of Dean's favorites, though Ramble On takes that top spot, juuuust over Travelin' Riverside Blues. ]
You know, I wouldn't be surprised if he was. They totally redefined rock 'n roll. Total sex symbol.
i pretend i do not see
( he hums, turning to dean while sucking his upper lip, nodding his head dramatically as if to say yes, of course, i do know exactly what we are talking about. )
Rock and roll, yes. ( swirling his free hand in the air, rhysand grabs two iridescent glasses from presumably absolutely nowhere, pinched between his fingers. rather expertly, he manages to undo the stopper in his vodka bottle and pours a splash into one of them, holding out the empty for dean's usage. ) Am I getting a very thorough education of music from your world?
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He pulls in a breath, and takes the offered glass. Huh. Magical. ]
Um, yes. Sorry. It's my favorite, I tend to ramble on.
[ heh. hehehe. punny ]