RANCE
Rance couldn't be sure Oliver was home, of course. Even before he reached the door, he'd already started building contingency plans. A long flight, maybe? Explore the Settlement again?
Or maybe he could trade a couple shots of whiskey for some head.
Luckily, it turned out the blond was home, so his tentative list of 'dealing with being annoyingly horny' was put on the back burner. He gave Oliver a lopsided grin and walked over the threshold, stepping to the side so Oliver could close the door. "I'm doin' all right. This place gets damn busy come Deepfrost." As directed, cloak, jacket, and boots were shucked. Beneath the layers of black fabric, he wore a dark blue, long-sleeved shirt, relatively new for him, but already showing signs of wear in the form of wrinkles from frequently rolled up sleeves. Like the trousers he'd arrived on Caido with, these were tight and black, though made from sturdy fabric instead of tailored leather. "You?"
His gaze roamed over Oliver's body, taking in his clean, relaxed appearance. It did nothing for the forming possibility that Oliver was some sort of nobility. Or, at least, had fallen into whatever this world's equivalent of 'riches' was.
Or maybe he could trade a couple shots of whiskey for some head.
Luckily, it turned out the blond was home, so his tentative list of 'dealing with being annoyingly horny' was put on the back burner. He gave Oliver a lopsided grin and walked over the threshold, stepping to the side so Oliver could close the door. "I'm doin' all right. This place gets damn busy come Deepfrost." As directed, cloak, jacket, and boots were shucked. Beneath the layers of black fabric, he wore a dark blue, long-sleeved shirt, relatively new for him, but already showing signs of wear in the form of wrinkles from frequently rolled up sleeves. Like the trousers he'd arrived on Caido with, these were tight and black, though made from sturdy fabric instead of tailored leather. "You?"
His gaze roamed over Oliver's body, taking in his clean, relaxed appearance. It did nothing for the forming possibility that Oliver was some sort of nobility. Or, at least, had fallen into whatever this world's equivalent of 'riches' was.
i dont want for much, only a book, some whiskey
and the kiss of your touch
and the kiss of your touch
