Lucid Dreaming - Alphonse Delaunay - 06.10.22
Oct 10, 2022 21:48:33 GMT
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Post by Alferron Blackbriar on Oct 10, 2022 21:48:33 GMT
"Give me 'Fire over the Mountain."
"For the last time, sir, I cannot give your, uh, pet? I can't serve it."
"Look it's fine, he's not a pet, he's a ancient dragon spirit, it's fine. Just put it in a coupe glass or something, you know, cos of the snout and lack of opposable thumbs."
The bartender, clearly not paid well enough for this argument, shrugged her shoulders and began mixing. The figure of the noble and the drake, sitting at and on the bar respectively, drew... almost no notice. While Alphonse was used to being purposefully ignored he had never been accustomed to not even being seen.
"Does it frustrate you, the lack of attention?"
"Not at all. Not yet anyway. The process will be slow, but it will come in time. Even here. You know, I was so beside myself at that utter blowhard of a wizard that I didn't even realise we're in the Feywild. The Feywild! Oh gods, I drank a fey potion, am I going to die?"
"I keep forgetting that planeshifting is still a novelty to you. Still just a boy." Delenarr sighed. "And when they come to know you what will they know you as? You do realise that your naive noble act is breaking down fast. Do you not understand that the best way to deceive is to-"
"Never give them a reason to doubt you." Alphonse cut him off. "We live in the same headspace, remember? Anyway, I'd like you to try and keep restraint in front of that utter scrotum of a human being."
"Don't you dare talk to me about restraint when you practically sacrificed me to that dais in the mage boy's head!"
"Oh boo-fucking-hoo, did you die though?!"
"Very nearly!"
"Yeah and I can bring you back anytime! I die and I'm relying on the goodwill of people I just met to resurrect me! I'm good, but I'm not that good. In any case, I don't think it matters to these guys. Like look at them. A man for whom the word 'barbarian' was practically made for. An ancient druid warrior? Some masked mage? Now I have no doubt that they all could be excellent friends in time but they will not judge me for my demeanour in a way that means anything. The upper crust however? That's where I need to be the golden boy. I think fair Zola mentioned a lord or lady, that could be an in."
"Yes well, once you're 'in' let us hope you do not cause an incident involving these fair ladies."
"Okay you fucking weirdo, you have exactly thirty seconds to explain what in the hells that means."
"Come now, do I have to spell it out for you boy? I have seen the way you have looked at half of the women in this room and I am in the most detestable position of being privy to your innermost thoughts and maybe it is just the alcohol but they are not pretty. Funny, you want the girl you left behind to wait for you and yet you just can't wait to wet your-"
"Fire over the Mountain." The bartender placed a coupe glass filled to the brim with red cocktail which almost seemed to be slowly roiling like magma. "And for you sir?"
"'The Winner Takes It All'." Alphonse quickly replied before turning back to the glowering drake and laughed a little. "I get it. You're testing me. Trying to get me to blow up to validate your point somehow. But I'm better than that. What Fleur does is completely up to her, just as what I do is up to me."
"My goodness, has the boy finally moved on? Or does he just lie to himself?"
"You do realise I can just unsummon you, right?" Alphonse snapped curtly.
"Quite right." The drake gave out a low rumble that filled in for a chuckle. "I was right to entrust myself to you, you are more dragonlike than you realise."
The bartender placed a second drink on the table, a Collins glass with a dark spirit occupying the first half with a clear spirit layered over it. Gold leaf swirled around the clear portion. The pair both downed their drinks and let the heady mix of raw emotion overtake them.
"Wow. That's good."
"Yes, but it leaves you wanting, doesn't it?"
"Mm..."
"For the last time, sir, I cannot give your, uh, pet? I can't serve it."
"Look it's fine, he's not a pet, he's a ancient dragon spirit, it's fine. Just put it in a coupe glass or something, you know, cos of the snout and lack of opposable thumbs."
The bartender, clearly not paid well enough for this argument, shrugged her shoulders and began mixing. The figure of the noble and the drake, sitting at and on the bar respectively, drew... almost no notice. While Alphonse was used to being purposefully ignored he had never been accustomed to not even being seen.
"Does it frustrate you, the lack of attention?"
"Not at all. Not yet anyway. The process will be slow, but it will come in time. Even here. You know, I was so beside myself at that utter blowhard of a wizard that I didn't even realise we're in the Feywild. The Feywild! Oh gods, I drank a fey potion, am I going to die?"
"I keep forgetting that planeshifting is still a novelty to you. Still just a boy." Delenarr sighed. "And when they come to know you what will they know you as? You do realise that your naive noble act is breaking down fast. Do you not understand that the best way to deceive is to-"
"Never give them a reason to doubt you." Alphonse cut him off. "We live in the same headspace, remember? Anyway, I'd like you to try and keep restraint in front of that utter scrotum of a human being."
"Don't you dare talk to me about restraint when you practically sacrificed me to that dais in the mage boy's head!"
"Oh boo-fucking-hoo, did you die though?!"
"Very nearly!"
"Yeah and I can bring you back anytime! I die and I'm relying on the goodwill of people I just met to resurrect me! I'm good, but I'm not that good. In any case, I don't think it matters to these guys. Like look at them. A man for whom the word 'barbarian' was practically made for. An ancient druid warrior? Some masked mage? Now I have no doubt that they all could be excellent friends in time but they will not judge me for my demeanour in a way that means anything. The upper crust however? That's where I need to be the golden boy. I think fair Zola mentioned a lord or lady, that could be an in."
"Yes well, once you're 'in' let us hope you do not cause an incident involving these fair ladies."
"Okay you fucking weirdo, you have exactly thirty seconds to explain what in the hells that means."
"Come now, do I have to spell it out for you boy? I have seen the way you have looked at half of the women in this room and I am in the most detestable position of being privy to your innermost thoughts and maybe it is just the alcohol but they are not pretty. Funny, you want the girl you left behind to wait for you and yet you just can't wait to wet your-"
"Fire over the Mountain." The bartender placed a coupe glass filled to the brim with red cocktail which almost seemed to be slowly roiling like magma. "And for you sir?"
"'The Winner Takes It All'." Alphonse quickly replied before turning back to the glowering drake and laughed a little. "I get it. You're testing me. Trying to get me to blow up to validate your point somehow. But I'm better than that. What Fleur does is completely up to her, just as what I do is up to me."
"My goodness, has the boy finally moved on? Or does he just lie to himself?"
"You do realise I can just unsummon you, right?" Alphonse snapped curtly.
"Quite right." The drake gave out a low rumble that filled in for a chuckle. "I was right to entrust myself to you, you are more dragonlike than you realise."
The bartender placed a second drink on the table, a Collins glass with a dark spirit occupying the first half with a clear spirit layered over it. Gold leaf swirled around the clear portion. The pair both downed their drinks and let the heady mix of raw emotion overtake them.
"Wow. That's good."
"Yes, but it leaves you wanting, doesn't it?"
"Mm..."
