Arthur Stuart (
tangleofgarlands) wrote in
xistentia2017-06-30 09:42 pm
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employment AMA | text: Wildd
Preferred Alias: Arthur Stuart
Worst Job Held: Student
Best Job Held: Flatmate/roadie for a glam rock band.
Fantasy Job: Writing the music review column in a newspaper.
Current Job: Looking for a job.
[ooc: I'm not entirely convinced I did this correctly; questions/comments can be directed towards

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[ Which was cheating slightly due to the fact that his house was right there, but Arthur didn't need to know that. ]
FINALLY Switching to action I am so sorry this took so long!!
[Although it takes him a while to work up the nerve to actually do it. Suddenly, he feels hyperaware of every centimeter of his skin, seeing it through the lens of a still-hypothetical partner; after a short staring contest with Wildd (who probably isn't judging him nearly as much as he feels like he's being judged), he leaps into frantic motion.
There's only so much preening he can actually do, though, so once he makes sure he's passably clean, he shoves away the anxiety and changes into a pair of close-fitting trousers and a blue t-shirt. He applies a bit of eyeliner, but doesn't bother with any other makeup--he's already running later than he'd like to--and finally, loosely ties his gauze leopard-print scarf around his neck.
Wildd, when asked if he looks alright, just tilts its head and chirps.
Arthur takes a deep breath, steels himself and holds out his arm. Wildd hops aboard, settling into its usual perch on his shoulder, and together they head for the beach.
When the salt air hits his face, he inhales deeply. It's calming--almost enough to distract him from the terror of what he's about to do.]
No problem, slow is never a problem for me!
He hadn't done his own makeup in a long time, and he wasn't about to start it back up in this hellhole. A pity, it would've been nice to have some while meeting a fellow glam rock lover.
When he spotted the fellow looking around he tilted his sunglasses down his nose and let out a loud whistle between two of his fingers to catch his attention. Then he waved him over. ] Oi! Over here! [ He greeted, his thick working-class London accent apparent and yet slightly off. ] Have a seat and a drink, gorgeous. What's that then? [ He nodded at Wildd. ]
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But just because he's easy doesn't mean this man has to know about it, and a part of him wants to hold onto the last scrap of his dignity; instead of just dropping straight to his knees, he folds his arms over his chest with a small, lopsided smile.
(There's something odd about the way he speaks, too, but two years living in London after seventeen in Manchester hasn't trained his ear enough to be able to pick up on what exactly that something is.)]
I thought you said you'd wear leather trousers.
[Tucked in the pocket of his own tight jeans is a page from a newspaper--the very one that had gotten him kicked out in the first place--but, for the moment, he doesn't pull it out. He is, after all, trying to maintain at least a facade of mystery.
Instead, he browses through the selection of beer, eventually picking something that says "IPA". He sits in the opposite chair and holds out his arm, and Wildd hops down to his hand as if on cue and chirps at his companion.]
It's my daemon. I think it's a kind of thrush, but I'm not sure which kind exactly.
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On the beach? That's mad, luv. When I was first dumped here it crawled all up my legs and it took me ages to get it off, so it's been shorts ever since. Few months ago I prob'ly would've worn a speedo and shaved, but I really didn't have a reason to get all dolled up lately, It's not as though there's a nightlife here. Ask nice and I'll model my wardrobe for ya.
[ He shrugged before taking a deep swig from his can, his eyes off to the side to look at the bird Arthur was showing off. ] Mm mm, I wonder if my cat would go for him. Hexd?! [ His head turned so he could shout back at the nearby house, where a black cat reclined on wooden deck of his patio. It rose it's head briefly as if to regard Vex, then set it back down as if to go back to sleep. ] Cheeky blighter... [ Vex muttered before he shook his head and relaxed back into his chair, apparently giving up on the willful machine ]
Does yours ever get like that?
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[Arthur grimaces, wanting to squirm just at the idea of the combination of sand and leather--true, he's a little disappointed, but it's alright. It's not like the man isn't fit without them.
The idea of a speedo makes Arthur blush, which he tries (and probably fails) to hide in a sip of beer, but at least the attention is drawn off him for a moment by the cat. He takes another sip to give himself a bit of a buffer, swallowing.]
Not really. She pulls out hair sometimes, but I think she's just trying to preen.
[He takes in a deep breath and another swig of beer, breaking eye contact by staring out at the waves.]
Maybe I will ask, if I have a reason to.
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Pink looks good on ya, darling. So what do you think? Still scared?
[ Maybe it was too early to ask, but Vex wasn't exactly known for his patience. Not that he wanted to push Arthur into bed or anything, his sex drive definitely hadn't been top-notch since leaving Eudio but he wanted to check in anyway. ]
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Though his face is still hot and he's not quite sure what to do with his hands, he manages a smile back, along with a glance that he hopes is more coy than skittish.]
I was never scared--I just wanted to see if you were fit.
[He downs the rest of his beer to steel himself, speaking before he has a chance to think about what he's going to say.] At the moment, the odds are in your favor.
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[ Since Arthur was so reluctant to meet him at his home in the first place... Sure, it was a bit of trickery, but Vex was fae after all. ] Glad to hear I've still got it even when I'm not at my best. [ He chuckled with a false sense of pride as he took a swig from his bottle. ]
Thanks, luv. Say the word and you can see even more.
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You're a few years too late to have me as a blushing virgin, I'm afraid.
[True, he'd sort of felt like a virgin again with Curt, but while Vex is attractive, he hasn't had the honor of starring in most of Arthur's fantasies up until this point, and it's much easier now than it had been then to ignore the nerves and focus on what previous experience has taught him.
The blushing part, though, is a little harder to push away, so he breaks eye contact and looks out at again at the ocean for a bit of a buffer from the words he's about to say.]
I seem to remember a question about the condition of my knees? If you're still curious, I could give you a bit of a demonstration.
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[ He pointed out with a sly smirk on the edge of his lips and his dark brows briefly bouncing. Vex didn't commonly see blushes with the people who hung around him, so naturally he noticed them. ]
Darling, I'd love a demo.
[ With a wink and an inviting wiggle of his finger, he even spread his legs apart while reclined in his beach chair. Right here? Out in the open? Of course Vex would assume that, he had no shame. ]
cw for definitely leading into smut territory.
Sure, outright exhibitionism isn't something Arthur's every been fond of, but a quick glance around tells him they're alone, and the intangible risk of getting caught is something that both thrills him and terrifies him on a base level.
He breathes in, then out, then pushes himself up from his chair and walks over. He sinks down to the sand, bracing himself with a light hand on Vex's thigh.]
Good. If I'm honest, this is one of my favorite things to do.
[He aims a look up through his lashes the way Malcolm taught him to and catches his lower lip between his teeth, but he waits for Vex to make the first move. There's power in this kind of submission--though he's starting to itch under the skin himself, holding that pause is electric and heady on its own.]
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He waited on that a moment, just so he could cup Arthur's chin and slowly run his thumb along his soft lower lip right after his teeth released it. Yeah, he liked that face a lot, it was clear in the way his dark eyes gleamed. ]
Issit? Must be fate, since it's one of my favorite things to get. [ Honestly, it was probably his most favorite thing. ] You look starved for me, luv. Let's get you fed, yeah?
[ Finally, he opened the fastenings of his shorts and withdraw his rising prick. He just gave it one pump for show, encouraging it to stand taller, then he ran his hand through Arthur's hair. ] How's that look to you, mm?