Karat Wyndham (facilitating) wrote in colosseum, @ 2013-11-29 17:15:00 |
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To be entirely honest, for a few minutes Karat forgot where the hell they were. That was probably at least in part thanks to the various chemicals currently flowing through his bloodstream, but also had a lot to do with the homogenous nature of the washrooms in the Capitol. Everything was carefully decorated according to the latest home fashions. His hands were steady as he tapped out another line of shimmery, iridescent powder along the tile of the countertop that he was leaning against. It wasn’t his favorite, the fairy dust, but Narses loved it so he had it in great supply. Personally, he’d had three tabs of his favorite already, so everything had a soft, shimmering quality to it and he just wanted to find someone warm. “Enjoy, darling,” he murmured, giving his co-conspirator a gentle, lingering rub on the back while he tipped his head against the mirror and made sure that nothing about him was smudged. The picture of perfection, as usual. Fond as he was of the younger Escort, Narses very nearly shrugged that encouraging hand off his back, irritated by the uninvited contact. He was tolerant only because he was focusing on the task at hand, and vaguely aware that there was something else in Karat's system which made him overly touchy; it was more important that he reach the peak of his own high than protect his personal space. For Karat, at least, he could hold his sharp tongue briefly. The tickle blooming in his head from the first two lines exploded suddenly into a full firework of color and brightness, and Narses let the little silver pipette in his fingers clatter onto the counter as he drank in the sheer sensory jolt of it all. He imagined it was something like looking at the world tracker jacker eyeballs, perhaps, prisms breaking up the ordinary array of angles and edges, and by the time he straightened up to his full lanky height, he felt a bit dizzy from the rolling. Maybe he'd done too much this time. He brushed his fingertips beneath his nose to check for blood (there was none), then fixed his gaze on Karat's face. No, not too much: just enough. The other man didn't look human, but was beautiful nonetheless. It was fantastical. Inspiring. He needed this to break up the banal, mundane ugliness of the bathroom around them, the party locked outside. Even the lines of an attractive face meant nothing to him when seen too many times. Good. He always wanted to see more, and tonight he certainly would. His long-fingered hand flew up from what felt like a distance of a million inches and grasped Karat's jaw, firmly, emphatically. "That'll do." Patting Karat's smooth cheek, he forced his mouth to stretch wider until it hopefully resembled a smile. "Good boy. You do always come through, for which you have my appreciation." Karat turned his head, his attention drifting from his own reflection to the man beside him. He watched Narses bend to help himself to the fairy dust, his eyes half-lidded and expression very placid. His hand fell from his back to his own side, fingertips brushing against the soft material of the pants he was wearing. Velvety. A lazy smile graced his lips. He did not handle his drugs as well as the older man did, that much was certain. It wasn't often that Karat himself indulged in nights like this. Normally he was making arrangements for other people to indulge. But when he went to a party with this particular friend, Karat had the tendency to perhaps overindulge. His smile only widened, amused, when Narses took hold of his face. "Always happy to oblige," Karat assured him, and dug back into his pocket. "I think I could use a lift myself, come to think of it," he murmured, and set to tapping himself out a line, perhaps slightly smaller than the one he'd given to Narses. He just needed the energy to spend more time at this party, rather than finding someone gorgeous to take home like those tablets made him want to do. Karat reached out for the pipette he'd dropped and - once he'd extracted himself from the older man's grip - bent to snort that line fast. He groaned and let his forehead touch the counter, eyes squeezed closed as that rush worked through him. It was screwing his hair up but that was one of the few circumstances when Karat didn't even notice such a thing. He hummed softly a few long moments later as he felt the sensations start to subside, and he opened his eyes and stood up straight again. Even through the haze and the disorientation, Narses' fingers arced unerringly across the narrow space between them to delicately comb those mussed strands back into place before Karat himself could even notice in the mirror. He had a sixth sense for these things. Or a seventh -- he felt fairly sure his sixth was already being accounted for when he was rolling this hard. He didn't mean to fuss. The gesture was less paternal and more perfectionist. Still, he couldn't help the next thought that followed. "Don't go thinking you can fly now, love. Take it easy." Too much of that dust tended to be uplifting for a brief time before one crashed rather hard. Literally. "You know I would be devastated to have to find someone else to take care of my needs." The words out of his lips immediately sounded peevishly cautious to him, though he meant to paint a light patina of flirtation over it, and his mouth tightened. He had to get out of this washroom. Hearing his own voice, while usually so satisfying, was clearly not going to make him feel any better tonight. Narses gave Karat an encouraging little pat on the rear. "Speaking of needs…" It was easier to affect a drawl when he had purpose, it seemed. "Let us go find me a Victor, hmm? I haven't got a bloody clue who's here tonight." Karat noticed, even through his own haze, that Narses was fixing his hair and for that, he was eternally grateful. That was the mark of an excellent stylist, that they didn't even need to be told or to be asked. That was even, perhaps, one of the reasons that Narses was one of his closest friends. Karat needed a stylist at his side as often as he could get away with it. He laughed, a soft tinkling laugh, when Narses bemoaned the need to find a new dealer, should anything happen to Karat. "Oh, I know, it would absolutely break your heart. I promise, I'll take care," he assured him. He made sure that he didn't have any powder around his nose, and that everything was tucked back into his pockets. He took one last, long look in the mirror - just to make sure he still looked fabulous - before he turned. Just in time for Narses to give him a pat on the ass. "We'll find you someone gorgeous," Karat assured him, on the way to the door. "Let me see - I think there might be that cute boy from 2," he mused as they rejoined the party. |