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Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Lucien felt himself be lifted off the ground, and then felt the edge of his bed against his knees. Naturally they both fell onto it, golden eyes now staring up at the Irishman who towered over him, He watched Faolan remove his shirt, eyes now finally able to fully appreciate Faolan's muscular form, hand beginning to trail down his chest as the Irishman came down for another kiss. The nephilim couldn't help but be hyper aware of the position of Faolan's as they trailed down his body. Seeing him struggle with the buttons on his shirt, Lucien let out a small chuckle before he quickly began to aid him, sensing his growing frustration.

"I'd rather the buttons be salvaged for another day." He said amusingly, shifting slightly to shrug the shirt off his shoulders before tossing it aside.

Both his arms wrapped around Faolan's shoulders once more, pulling him back down against him, feeling the heat of his body now directly against his own as he kissed the Irishman with increased intensity. Lucien could not get enough of him. He wanted more, and both his body and his eyes reflected that desire.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Ivory didn't respond to his praise, simply satisfied that it had been enough. She wasn't sure what she might have done. In terms of aerial silk that was probably one of the most risky things you could do. After all unlike acrobats, aerial silk performers didn't use nets, and relied only upon their own strength to keep from falling. There was only so much danger she could add without releasing the silks completely.

She remained quiet as the man began to pace and think of whatever the hell was running through his head. Her eyes didn't follow him, there was no point, and she simply listened until he made an abrupt stop. Finally, she turned to look at him, waiting for him to continue, and beginning to grow impatient again as he didn't. She motioned for him to continue, raising her eyebrows slightly. She didn't like that smile plastered on his face.

"I'm sure." She said simply.

When he had finally made his suggestion, if she could even call it that, her eyebrows furrowed, clearly showing her displeasure. Not only did the idea of allowing the man to touch her did not sound appealing at all, but it was exactly what she might expect from him. Something that would make him look good in front of the audience. 'The hero,' saving her from the dangers of her fall. She didn't like it.

"No." She said blatantly, in a tone that left no room for argument. She knew that would not be enough for him however, so she decided to give her reason. Ivory took great pride in her act. She relied only on her own strength and skill. It was why she trained so hard to begin with, to make sure it was something she could pull off with or without her vampiric strength.

"Yes, that would certainly make you look great in front of the audience, but it completely undermines the meaning of my act. I rely on my own strength and no one else's. Having a man catch me at the end of it is completely counterproductive and takes away from my independence." The last thing she wanted was to have to rely on him for something like that.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Faolan's moan was like music to Lucien's ears. Hearing that he was enjoying his touch was enticing to him. There had been very little moments in his life in which Lucien had been in tune with this side of himself. The thought of doing anything like this had never crossed the Frenchman's mind until that night where the Irishman had pulled him into his arms. While his kiss had interrupted Faolan's response, he knew what he was going to say in return, and that was enough for him. It filled him with a greater happiness, and allowed him to lose himself completely to the pleasure he was feeling every second he was in contact with the man in front of him.

Feeling Faolan's arousal against him sparked Lucien's own excitement. Knowing that it was him that was making him feel this way.. that he was causing this reaction, was an incredibly satisfying feeling, and he wanted more of it. His hand could feel that Faolan's heartbeat was just as fast as his, and he allowed his hand to linger there for a moment before it trailed behind to curl around the Irishman, fiddling with the helm of his shirt.

As Faolan's tongue brushed his lips, Lucien parted his lips to allow him entrance. He could feel the low rumble in Faolan's chest, but it did not deter him, but instead enticed him further. It was just proof of how much he was affecting him. There wasn't a part of him that feared the Irishman would hurt him. If Faolan wanted to give in to his desires, Lucien would gladly accept him. The Nephilim wanted this just as much as he did. A small moan escaped the Frenchman as their tongues danced with each other, guided by their desire for each other. He leaned further into the kiss, if that was possible, and his left hand slipped under his shirt, his cool fingers making contact with Faolan's skin, heat radiating from him as it always did. Lucien had been cold when he first came into the room, but there were no traces of that now. There was no way he could feel cold when all he could feel was Faolan's warmth.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Ivory didn't say anything, simply allowing the man to speak. She was annoyed by his insinuation, but she still didn't go out of her way to interrupt him. Geralt clearly liked to hear himself speak. She turned back to the silk, her index finger lightly tapping her arm as she contemplated her options. There were a couple things she could potentially try that she hadn't bothered to implement into a show, mostly out of redundancy. It would possibly add a completely other small segment to her act, but it was probably possible. She didn't respond to her question as she approached the silks again. Despite how knowledgeable he liked to sound, she knew he had absolutely no idea what any of these moves were called. Explaining was pointless, so showing him was probably better.

The dhampir jumped up and took hold of the silk again, making her way up to the top. She'd have to think of something creative to do during this segment, since she usually only climbed all the way to the top once. She adjusted the silks appropriately around her legs and body before twisting herself and letting go, beginning the series of movements and twists that made up the fall. Upon reaching certain stops, she created and threw knives to hit respective targets, hand moving almost too fast for a normal person to keep up with. After all, all of this happened very fast. The drop abruptly ended when she had been completely untangled from the silk, all except her tightly secured ankle, head a few inches from the ground. She lowered a hand to the floor, and quickly untwisted her ankle from the silk, before she flipped back onto her feet. That had been really annoying to pull off in these clothes, but she ignored the stinging sensation across her abdomen.

"Is that 'potent' enough?" She asked, crossing her arms again.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Faolan did not give him a verbal response, but in this moment, Lucien didn't need it. His actions spoke much louder than his words. He felt a spark between them as their lips touched, and he used that opportunity to close more of the distance between them. This kiss was different than their first, it was soft, much less aggressive, but it instilled similar feelings inside of him.

He knew Faolan could hear his loud heartbeat clearly as he closed his eyes, feeling the touch of his gentle fingers at his hair. He had missed this, Faolan's presence.. being about to touch him like this, and now that he was a lot more aware and in control of his feelings, he was able to fully enjoy the warmth and comfort the Irishman provided him with. He felt the desire he had been forced to suppress that night coming back to him, and he couldn't stop himself from placing his other hand on against Faolan's chest.

He broke the kiss for just a moment, opening his eyes to meet Faolan's gaze before he gave him a warm smile, filled with genuine happiness. It reflected the joy he held in this moment, now they had finally been able to be completely honest about their feelings, and that he was able to touch him again like this. Gently he caressed Faolan's cheek, and it was then he decided to put his feelings into words.

"I love you.. Faolan." His voice came out in a quiet whisper, before he leaned forward and connected their lips again.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Ivory had managed to ignore Geralt's presence to the entirety of her performance. It was irritating to have had to do it in this type of clothing, as the silk caused too much friction when twists and falls were made in direct contact with her skin, but no complaint escaped her. There was a part of her that was used to undergoing such things when she practiced in her room. It wasn't like it wouldn't heal anyway. It had become a norm with her act.

When she was done, she was unfortunately forced to acknowledge Geralt's presence again. The knives she had been throwing around disappeared, as she didn't have any of her physical ones on her person, and she didn't really like to leave them laying around either. She fixed her clothing, and then stepped away from the silk, looking down at the magician with crossed arms at his words.

"I really hate it when people don't get to the point. If you have something to say, say it. I'm not going to spend my day trying to decipher your vague responses. If you have ideas, share them." She said. It would only drag things on much longer. They weren't going to get anywhere if she constantly had to ask him what he meant, or what he was really thinking. It wasn't helpful, not to mention incredibly annoying.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Lucien was taken aback with every word Faolan spoke. Everything came out rushed, it was clear his thought process was all over the place, but with every word that escaped him, the nephilim felt himself being pulled in again. He felt his heart almost beating out of his chest as he tried to process what Faolan was saying to him. He felt that door he had been so desperately trying to keep shut burst right open. He found himself moving toward the Irishman, wanting to close the distance between them. A light returned to his eyes as he realized that Faolan felt the same way as he did, and hope finally returned to him. Faolan.. wanted him. That kiss had meant something to him.. None of this was a mistake. A weight was lifted off his heart, and the Frenchman finally relaxed.

He could not deny that he was not pleased with the way Faolan had handled all of this.. but Lucien was not the kind of person who would hold this against him. There was no doubt in Faolan's eyes. They were honest, just like the Faolan he had always known. Just like that, every doubt that Lucien had been struggling with completely disappeared. The fear of Faolan leaving him, of their friendship falling to ruin, was gone.

"I'm not sorry that it happened either. I know that I was drunk, and I know I wasn't thinking clearly. I was confused at first.. but in that moment.. when our lips touched.. I knew. I knew that was what I wanted. I didn't want to let go of you." He reached out, hesitantly for a moment, to place a gentle hand on the Irishman's cheek, gold eyes staring into his emerald ones.

"I wasn't sure.. how to act. I didn't know if you wanted to pretend it never happened or you just didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. You are the most important person in my life, Faolan. I didn't want to lose you.. I was willing to lock all of my feelings away if it meant our friendship could be salvaged." Briefly, he averted his gaze, but then the Frenchman's eyes found his again, with a more determined look. For the first time in his life, the nephilim felt what it was like to be greedy.

"I don't know.. If I can be that selfless anymore." He paused for a moment, his thumb lightly trailing down toward the corner of the man's lips, just short of touching them. "What does that mean for us?" He stepped closer to him as he spoke, almost able to feel his breath.

”This is your last chance to run, Faolan, because if we go through with this, I’m not letting you go again.” This was the closest he had been to the Irishman since he had woken up that morning in his arms, but he stopped himself from going any further, allowing Faolan the final say.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Lucien was beginning to unbutton his shirt when he heard Faolan speak again, causing him to pause the movement in his fingers. He knew that it was not alright. Nothing that had transpired since Faolan came back had been alright, but Lucien was much too forgiving. He didn't want to hold any of this against him, he wanted to let go of it as soon as possible so things could go back to being how they always were, so he could try to forget about the way he felt and try to view Faolan as just a close friend again, no matter how hard that may be.

It was the Irishman's following words that broke his train of thought, and caused him to turn toward him again. Faolan could be many things, but he was not a liar. He had a small tendency to withhold information at times, but he never, ever lied to him. He knew that for a fact.. at least until just now.

"Lied..?" He questioned. There was a part of him that became hopeful, but he tried to repress it. Lied about what? "I don't.. understand.." He was aware that Faolan was terrible at expressing his feelings, he was.. terrible with words in general, but just this once, he wanted to hear a proper explanation from him. He deserved that much.

"Please be clear with me, Faolan." He was trying very hard to be in control of his feelings, working so hard to try to keep them at bay. If the Irishman wasn't clear with him, it made it so much harder to finally shut that door so he could put all of this behind him.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Ivory grew a little impatient as she was met with the man's silence. Of course he'd want to be difficultly annoying. She expected that much of him. The dhampir was incredibly irritated by people who beat around the bush and didn't get to the point. She really wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.

"What, you want to see my entire performance? It seems unnecessary, at most you'd only need the end of it." She said, considering that was really all that mattered in their transition.

"I think it's best I see the whole thing. What if I have notes?"

At this, Ivory really couldn't hold back on rolling her eyes. What if I have notes? She mocked in her head, honestly she could care less about any 'notes' he'd have to give her. They hadn't even been in this tent for five minutes and he was already trying to get under her skin. She knew he was doing this on purpose, but it wasn't anything so grand that would out him as the bad guy in this situation, and as much as she would have just loved to blatantly refuse, she decided to comply. At least it would be a good amount of time that she wouldn't have to hear him speak. It would make for a nice distraction.

Even though she wasn't really.. appropriately dressed to perform, she wasn't going to let that stop her. She was used to being ogled by the pigs that came to watch her perform. A man's stare did not bother her anymore. She was determined to not allow this arrogant magician to get to her.

"Play the second record then." She said, kicking off her shoes. Not even seconds after she had spoken, music began to fill the tent. Show off. She thought, before neutralizing her expression to begin her performance. She blocked the presence of the man completely, focusing only on her act, like the professional she was. It would take more than this to break her composure.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

For the most part, Lucien had avoided staring at the Irishman for too long, unable to shake the awkwardness from their last conversation. It was Faolan speaking up however, that made him turn to look at the man with a surprised look on his face. Never in the time that he had known Faolan had he heard him apologize. Usually when they had disagreements, if he was in the wrong, Faolan would just end up agreeing with him, but never apologize. It had completely caught him off guard, but he then composed himself. Now Lucien actually got a look at him, he seemed a lot less tense.. and angry than before. Perhaps getting cleaned up had improved his mood? He wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to get his hopes up. If this was the way they could attempt to get things back to.. 'normal,' then he was okay with it.

"It's alright.. we were both.. riled up. I should not have snapped at you.. it was childish of me." He muttered, before turning to face his own bed, removing the jacket of his suit. It was still a little hard to face him.

"I'm glad you're still here.." He added quietly.