Atharen, A Fantasy Roleplay Forum

Vivian was making his rounds around the seedier areas of Amoren. Overall, it wasn't a bad day. He'd found a half-rotten apple in someone's garbage pile and was currently gnawing around the soft bits, rotating and inspecting each bite before sinking his teeth into it. He was comfortable on the streets, and had used a bit of charcoal from a campfire on his eyes. Mixing it with a little tallow made his long lashes stand out perfectly. It had rained yesterday evening, and he'd gotten the chance to bathe under a few of the cleaner gutters. Vivian was in quite a good mood, and looking to make some money for himself.

He had noticed a pair of men walking toward the alleyways. Well, either they were looking to kill each other or to get their cocks sucked somewhere private. That was a good sign for Vivian. He trailed them, quietly and at a distance, peacefully eating his apple. He was in plain sight, trying not to look like he was sneaking up on them. He wanted to be seen. He wanted their eyes to wander up and down his form or see the lips he was curling around the apple. He noticed they were edging toward some of the beggars on the street, and paused at one of them. He didn't want to lose his marks but he could use some information.

"Morning. Nobles feeling pleasant today?" he asked, eyeing the beggar.

The other tensed and clutched the coins close. "What's it to you, whore?" the beggar sneered, clearly ready to fight him if he wanted to steal the coins. Vivian eyed him, weighing his options. He could overpower the other and steal his coins. Or he could not alert the two men turning into an alleyway and get a greater reward.

"No skin off my fucking nose." Vivian said snippily, and thumped the apple core off the beggar's forehead for his insolence. He hurried away as the old man fussed and grumbled about him, hurrying to catch up to the pair of men.

Ah, this could be his lucky day! He didn't mind a pair of well-cut gentlemen. He was getting close when one of them suddenly drew a sword. Vivian backed out of range, smiling and holding up his hands.

"A little jumpy are we? I'd have thought you'd expect me by now." he purred, tilting his head just so and letting his long lashes fall over his eyes. His eyes were one of his best features, and he wasn't shy about using them. "I figure a lovely pair of gentlemen like you are looking for something rougher than what you can find uptown. Always a little cleaner up there...but sometimes that's not the point is it?" He gave them a playful smile, leaning against the entrance to the alleyway. He hooked a hand in his waistband, intending to pull the eye a little lower.

Vivian laughed, though it wasn’t scornful. They truly thought he didn’t live here! What, as though everything born in the slums was ugly and crawling with filth? He wasn’t the cleanest creature on earth but he definitely took pride in his appearance, and the idea that the two mistook him for something greater was encouraging. He warmed to the compliment, approaching them cautiously. There was still a weapon out after all, but the men hadn’t been entirely unreceptive to his offer.

“I think you have it all wrong, sweethearts. You’re in my home, not the other way around.” He purred. His eyes slid between the pair. Couples could be a little harder to deal with. There was the jealousy, and usually if anything turned violent in a lovers’ spat it was the whore who got the raw end of the deal. However he could smell them; they didn’t reek of this place. They didn’t have fleas or worms. Their clothing was clean, and they were armed. Oh, it was almost cute. A pair of men thinking they’d come for a bit of rough, whether that was combat, drugs or sex.

Funny enough they had seemed more defensive than anything, and they hadn’t just gone to a brothel, which meant the first and last were out. That left…

“You know, a lot of the dealers around here will just block the alleyway with a big metal plate and fire down on you from up there.” He gestured up at the roofs above them. “Especially new clients with shiny swords and nice clothing who go around giving coins to people like Reg the drunk. Might be safer if you had a local with you.” He smirked. “And then if you took that local home and railed him while you take whatever you bought.”

Vivian smiled playfully at them. “Deal?”

Oh he wouldn’t mind this at all. Take him home, get them insensate, get fucked out of his mind…then rob them while they slept it off. Maybe make himself a sandwich on the way out. Hell, maybe he’d take a night off, snort something with them and fuck till morning. There were times where he occasionally did enjoy his job.

"So am I." Vivian said easily. What, was being a mage supposed to impress him? Well...he supposed it should. At least a little bit. They were likely killers who had done horrific things to other people, but they weren't about to kill him now were they? They just wanted to intimidate him a little, which he could respect. They wanted to make sure he knew how strong they were. He smiled placatingly, watching Salen as he slid around him. Well now, they were proving to be very suggestible indeed. He wasn't so foolish as to reach out to touch the mages; they'd have to initiate contact so he could be sure he wasn't about to get his hand snapped off. He had a feeling touching these two without their consent would cost him a limb.

Thank the gods, the other was at least putting his weapon away. Thank you for not killing me for hitting on your boyfriend, Vivian thought silently. The other man was close enough to him that he could begin to pick up scents. Nice, earthy scents he was absolutely sure were chemical or magical, not at all the result of hard work. These men looked like they paid other people to chop their wood rather than smell that way honestly. The scent of leather, that was genuine. He smiled and leaned into the smell, feeling heat gather between his legs. This was going to be one of those jobs he absolutely enjoyed doing. Why shouldn't he? He was a bit dirty but he was fucking pretty. Why shouldn't he have partners like this occasionally, instead of drunks who fell asleep halfway through?

Vivian smiled at the swordsman charmingly. "Oh please, you've never snuck in someone for a nice bath and a fucking?" he teased. He tensed when the first man seized him by the chin. That was a bit rough, but he forced himself to calm down. Alright, so clearly they weren't done with the dominance display. He met the other man's eyes, watching the golden depths of them. He felt something creeping over his shoulders, his body, like fingers across his skin. That wasn't just dominance, that was magic. It wasn't hostile, or at least didn't appear to be. Was this man trying to use magic to seduce him? Vivian didn't mind being seduced, that wasn't the problem here.

He did step closer, feeling the magic wash over him and heat his skin. He smiled. "Absolutely..." he whispered. He could give himself over for a few hours. "Where's your home?" he asked. "Because I think we're both sick of this filthy alley..."