i'm taking back the crown, i'm all dressed up and naked

[disheveling]

[ open post! anything goes. ]

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[dhakira]

"Better than," he says; every word understandable to Monty, but the accent strange. Hints of south, and east. Somewhere warm, with a salt sea that the canals eventually drain into. Monty's voice resembles Nadia's as well, though it's not nearly as laced up. It might not even be as deep. "Let me get you something."

Asra doesn't turn to the tables, or pluck a glass from the passing trays. Turning in a flourish of vest and scarves, he picks up one of the pitchers.

"I'm only after a sip; much more than I've had and I'll be using you to stand up." He says it conversationally, not even looking at his hands as he makes a tumbler appear as if from his sleeve, but he's only given a rolling flick of his hand. There's only a moment's break in his collected, showy manner--his brows confer in concentration, and then it's done. Amber liquid pours from the pitcher of water and fills the glass.

"Where I'm from, we make this with almonds and fruit pits," he says, taking his sip before offering it.

[disheveling]

Just when he thinks his mind has adjusted to his bewildering surroundings, there's something new for him to absorb. At first, he thinks it's simply sleight of hand. His brain misses the moment the glass appears, presumably from Asra's sleeve. He's always enjoyed the manufactured mystery of card tricks, especially when preformed by handsome boys. There was a boy at boarding school who spent much of his time in the library with a deck of cards, and subsequently, Monty spent much of his time in the library watching those elegant hands manipulate them.

A lot like how he's watching Asra's hands now. There places he'd like for them to wander, particularly beneath the hems of his clothes.

"I can think of a lot worse things than you draped on me for the night," he responds, his eyes wandering to the rest of Asra for just a moment. When he looks back, he finds the liquid being poured for him is a lot darker than the liquid in the pitcher, and the rest of his thoughts drop off as he tries to process it.

He takes the glass with a small amount of hesitation, but his gaze lifts with a dimpled smile. "Now you're just trying to impress me."

[dhakira]

"Perhaps you're just easily impressed," Asra teases; creating water is a greater feat than transforming it to another liquid. Just a nudge at the nature of a thing, a request. Perhaps the man that can beguile water to be liquor finds little trouble with handsome young men. It doesn't hurt that Monty seems interested in being beguiled.

Asra lets his own interest slip their fingers together around the glass, but doesn't linger.

Violet eyes track the bow of lips over the glass, the shift of the throat. "Now that I've shown you something of my world, you should share something of yours. A dance, a game--an interestingly placed birth mark?"

[disheveling]

Asra says world like he's from further away than just another continent, which-- might very well be true, given everything. Not minutes before, he was at home simply seeking solace from his father's uppity guests. Now he's watching a handsome man turn water to liquor, and maybe it's not the brightest idea to drink it, but he's doing it anyway, with a smile.

It's hard not to smile when he's being watched so attentively.

"I was at my father's Christmas party. I like to play a game each year where I find the loveliest person in attendance and steal them away for a party for two." Another drink, but his gaze hasn't left Asra's. "Care to be my plus one this year?"