[ Solas laments the loss of warmth immediately, but accepts the towel as he gets out of the bath, kneeling only to let the water drain. If he could ensure Lad did not waste the prime of his life under Sylaise's command, that would be a far more preferrable outcome.
Unfortunately, it was likely to remain a dream and nothing more.
He leans down to kiss the top of Lad's head before he starts drying himself off. ]
She would be a fool to find no use for you, [ he says with confidence. ] Is there something you would like to do this evening?
You flatter me, but I don't think I've got what it takes to wind up as one of the higher ranked courtesans.
[That was more or less the only way to be granted some semblance of assurance of your well being. Those of his rank were of less consequence, used by soldiers and military men with some rank, but never anyone of import.
Well, usually never anyone of import. He certainly hoped this wouldn't cause too much backlash among the others.
He got out from the tubs, and took a towel for himself, lazily drying himself while watching Solas.]
Something like what?
[Because it's not like he knows what having free time is like or anything.]
[ Because who else would if not Lad himself? The man was right when he said he worked hard at his given duty. Even if Solas wished better for him.
He tilts his head curiously as he wraps the towel around his waist and moves to find himself clothes to sleep in. He expects nothing more of Lad than he is willing to share and he wanted that to be clear to the other man. ]
Anything. [ After a pause he adds, ] I tend to read or paint if I find myself with a spare moment.
And you have never seen me sputter and ramble when I get nervous around new clients.
[Even if Solas had somehow managed to get past that awkward phase. Well, he had bumbled a bit when Solas had first come to heal him. He had been afraid of the other's intentions and hesitant to expose the extent of his injuries, but even then it hadn't been unending torrent of humor and flirting he usually tried to deflect his anxiety with.
Lad watched Solas dress then went for his own clothes. He hadn't brought anything to sleep in since he didn't expect to be sleeping here. Actually he didn't have any clothes that would be deemed fitting to sleep in in the presence of a client. Well he'd just have to make due with what he had. He walked to the bed to pick up his shirt, which was little more than a long bit of cloth he draped around himself, but he supposed it would be better than awkwardly puttering about the room naked.
I thought that was part of your charm, [ he says off-handedly.
He notices that Lad goes for his old clothes and Solas hesitates for a moment. Would it be too much to offer? Anything he had would be far too large for the man, but he should have the opportunity for clean clothes to sleep in at the very least. ]
I have more clothing if you would like something else to wear.
[ Or the man could continue as he was. Solas found his gaze lingering on Lad's form for a moment too long before he clears his throat and forces his attention elsewhere. ]
I do, yes. Murals when I am able although there is limited space for me to execute them.
All in Mythal's territory then?That's a shame I wish I could have seen them.
[Lad looked at the shirt in his hands thoughtfully. He wasn't even sure there was a precedent for what he was supposed to do in the situation. He supposed borrowing Solas' clothes wouldn't hurt since they were offered. They did sorta screw on Lad's and he'd rather not smell like cum and lube right after bathing.]
If you wouldn't mind, I don't really have anything else that would be appropriate. [Lad looked over at Solas just in time to catch that look, and a sly smile spread across his face as he returned to Solas and slid up next to him.] Or if you like I could just stay like this, I don't mind either way.
Can you imagine any of the other Evanuris allowing me to stay long enough to paint such a display? [ Just saying, he's fairly certain that would go over poorly.
The movement is noticed and he clears his throat as he steps away to retrieve a fresh set of clothing. As attractive as he found the other man, Lad should have the option readily available to him should he want clean clothes. When he turns to face Lad again, he keeps his gaze eye-level. ] That is up to you.
[ But he had less stained clothes now. What Lad did with them was his choice. ]
[Of course then Solas moves away and Lad pouts while his back is turned. It was like a battle of wills, and Solas had the most self-control he'd ever seen from someone he serviced. Lad quickly schooled his expression more neutral before Solas could turn to face him, and Lad accepted the clothes with a smile.
Well, if he had the clothes he might as well wear them. Lad slipped the shirt over his head and put it on. Then he laughed at... a number of things really. The size for one, it was large enough to cover what was important at least, so he decided not to bother with the pants, it was the best of both worlds really. The material was so warm and comfortable, Lad's first reaction was to wrap his arms around himself and embrace the sensation.]
[ He smiles softly as he watches Lad's joy at such a simple thing. ]
Some, yes. Primarily those I sleep in. [ And he had made sure to give Lad one of the less worn sets. Solas wasn't prone to excess and tended to wear whatever he had out before seeking replacements.
As for his art well, ] I may not be able to show you my murals, but I have smaller pieces if you would like to see.
[Lad brightened up at the possibility to actually see some of his work. He'd never had the opportunity to see the work of someone with such talents up close. Just the finished product that Sylaise decorated her estate with. All of those seemed almost too perfect to imagine someone making them.
He returned to Solas' side, a clear excitement on his face.]
[ He blinks back his surprise at the unexpected eagerness. It was often something he did to busy his hands and express himself without needing to speak. Far simpler to paint or sketch as he got his thoughts in order.
With a nod, he moves to the small shelf of personal books and slides one out to hand him. ]
My sketchbook. Primarily of my travels and of what I have seen while in service to Mythal.
[ Landscapes, snippets of architecture, drawings of various details of people. It almost functions as a diary at times with the way it depicts vague events. ]
[Lad's eyes went wide upon carefully opening the book. While such may have been a simple hobby to Solas, Lad say it as a rare peek into something he'd otherwise never see, both the art form and the subject matter it depicted.
Lad sits completely fixated on the one page. He reaches out to almost touch one of the sketches, but pulls it back and brings his hand to rest thoughtfully on his own cheek instead. Eventually he looks up at Solas.]
You will not harm it by touching the pages, [ he says with a hint of amusement.
The man's excitement more than made it worthwhile to share this piece of himself. He knew he was fortunate in many ways, that he could travel and had far more freedom than most slaves would ever have out of trust and his sense of duty. This was the only way he could share that with another. ]
[Lad looked back down at the pages of the sketchbook, finally willing himself to turn the page, and inso doing became enthralled all over again. This time he gently let his fingers trace the edges of one sketch. It took him some time even before realizing Solas had asking him something, and while he knew he was supposed to look up at people when he answered he couldn't pry his eyes away from the pages of the sketchbook]
I haven't. I've only been required to write every so often, but never draw.
[ Fortunately for Lad, Solas had never cared much for some rules. He sits on the edge of his bed and watches Lad fondly, more than happy to let the other man examine his sketchbook for as long as he would like. ]
Would you like to try? [ Though Solas thought the man might prefer a sketch for himself that he could sneak by when he returned to Sylaise. A thought to execute sooner rather than later. ]
[That gets him to look away from the sketches just by the sheer surprise of the question. Why would Solas want him to try? He had no talent for it, if he had then he would be doing that rather than this. Why would someone who could make such beautiful things want him to make something hideous and ugly?]
You think I started drawing like this? [ he asks amused and shakes his head.
He taps a finger on the edge of the bed before he stands to retrieve a small wooden box to set beside himself. ]It is a skill one must practice. Though if you are uninterested, I could sketch something now.
[ An offer given as Solas' gaze takes in Lad's form with no small amount of appreciation. ]
[Lad perks up, completely disregarding the notion of his attempting to draw- perhaps after Solas made something. He was utterly enraptured by the idea of watching him make something so simple and humble yet so lovely, and if felt as though the offer would be a privilege.]
[ He opens the box to reveal a seat of brushes and pencils, one of which he selects for use. He holds out his hand for the sketchbook, fully intending to find the next clean page to use. It would be easy to remove after and let Lad take with him. ]
You can, yes. Any requests? Or should I do a sketch of you?
[He knew he was attractive, yes, but he was not unique. There were courtesans with far more beauty than him, not to mention he had just come out of the bath and was wearing nothing but an ill fitting borrowed shirt. He was hardly at his best.]
Why not sketch yourself?
[Because he found Solas to be the most handsome thing in the room honestly.]
Because it is difficult to see myself while drawing, [ he replies dryly.
Among other reasons. One being he found Lad far more attractive and another that he much preferred to blend in and observe much of the time. There was plenty that could be learned through that if others did not squander such opportunities.
With a small sigh, he gives a more genuine answer, ] It would be something to remember the night by.
[But if Solas did not want to, then Lad wouldn't push. He supposed Solas wouldn't need a portrait of himself when he could just look into a mirror.
Lad slid up next to him, lacing his hands on Solas' shoulder so he could rest his head on them. Hopefully that would keep him out of the way enough where he could still watch.]
Well, then I will leave the subject matter up to you, though I'm flattered you find me something worth remembering.
[ Mirrors yes, but he has no interest in his own form.
As Lad settles on him, he glances back at the man as if inspecting his features before he starts sketching out a basic form. It would be rough and simple and he had no interest in requesting Lad move away to properly model. ]
I enjoyed this, [ he says sincerely. ] It... was something I am afraid I have needed for a long while.
I could tell, but I enjoyed it. You aren't used to laying with a courtesan and it shows, but in a good way.
[Lad watched intently as Solas' sketch took form. Occasionally he stole glances of Solas admire him as he worked. When he saw it starting to show a resemblance to him he could help but smile, his heart fluttering with excitement.]
[ Or laying with anyone, for that matter, Solas thinks and keeps that to himself. His younger, wilder days were woefully over and it had been far longer than he cared to think about.
Instead, he focuses on his sketch only shifting to glance at the man when he. ]
Beautiful? You should allow time for details to start forming, [ he says with light amusement. ]
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Unfortunately, it was likely to remain a dream and nothing more.
He leans down to kiss the top of Lad's head before he starts drying himself off. ]
She would be a fool to find no use for you, [ he says with confidence. ] Is there something you would like to do this evening?
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[That was more or less the only way to be granted some semblance of assurance of your well being. Those of his rank were of less consequence, used by soldiers and military men with some rank, but never anyone of import.
Well, usually never anyone of import. He certainly hoped this wouldn't cause too much backlash among the others.
He got out from the tubs, and took a towel for himself, lazily drying himself while watching Solas.]
Something like what?
[Because it's not like he knows what having free time is like or anything.]
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[ Because who else would if not Lad himself? The man was right when he said he worked hard at his given duty. Even if Solas wished better for him.
He tilts his head curiously as he wraps the towel around his waist and moves to find himself clothes to sleep in. He expects nothing more of Lad than he is willing to share and he wanted that to be clear to the other man. ]
Anything. [ After a pause he adds, ] I tend to read or paint if I find myself with a spare moment.
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[Even if Solas had somehow managed to get past that awkward phase. Well, he had bumbled a bit when Solas had first come to heal him. He had been afraid of the other's intentions and hesitant to expose the extent of his injuries, but even then it hadn't been unending torrent of humor and flirting he usually tried to deflect his anxiety with.
Lad watched Solas dress then went for his own clothes. He hadn't brought anything to sleep in since he didn't expect to be sleeping here. Actually he didn't have any clothes that would be deemed fitting to sleep in in the presence of a client. Well he'd just have to make due with what he had. He walked to the bed to pick up his shirt, which was little more than a long bit of cloth he draped around himself, but he supposed it would be better than awkwardly puttering about the room naked.
Solas' hobbies had him interested though.]
You paint?
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He notices that Lad goes for his old clothes and Solas hesitates for a moment. Would it be too much to offer? Anything he had would be far too large for the man, but he should have the opportunity for clean clothes to sleep in at the very least. ]
I have more clothing if you would like something else to wear.
[ Or the man could continue as he was. Solas found his gaze lingering on Lad's form for a moment too long before he clears his throat and forces his attention elsewhere. ]
I do, yes. Murals when I am able although there is limited space for me to execute them.
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[Lad looked at the shirt in his hands thoughtfully. He wasn't even sure there was a precedent for what he was supposed to do in the situation. He supposed borrowing Solas' clothes wouldn't hurt since they were offered. They did sorta screw on Lad's and he'd rather not smell like cum and lube right after bathing.]
If you wouldn't mind, I don't really have anything else that would be appropriate. [Lad looked over at Solas just in time to catch that look, and a sly smile spread across his face as he returned to Solas and slid up next to him.] Or if you like I could just stay like this, I don't mind either way.
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The movement is noticed and he clears his throat as he steps away to retrieve a fresh set of clothing. As attractive as he found the other man, Lad should have the option readily available to him should he want clean clothes. When he turns to face Lad again, he keeps his gaze eye-level. ] That is up to you.
[ But he had less stained clothes now. What Lad did with them was his choice. ]
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[Of course then Solas moves away and Lad pouts while his back is turned. It was like a battle of wills, and Solas had the most self-control he'd ever seen from someone he serviced. Lad quickly schooled his expression more neutral before Solas could turn to face him, and Lad accepted the clothes with a smile.
Well, if he had the clothes he might as well wear them. Lad slipped the shirt over his head and put it on. Then he laughed at... a number of things really. The size for one, it was large enough to cover what was important at least, so he decided not to bother with the pants, it was the best of both worlds really. The material was so warm and comfortable, Lad's first reaction was to wrap his arms around himself and embrace the sensation.]
It's so soft! Are all your clothes like this?
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Some, yes. Primarily those I sleep in. [ And he had made sure to give Lad one of the less worn sets. Solas wasn't prone to excess and tended to wear whatever he had out before seeking replacements.
As for his art well, ] I may not be able to show you my murals, but I have smaller pieces if you would like to see.
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He returned to Solas' side, a clear excitement on his face.]
Would you? I would love to see them.
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With a nod, he moves to the small shelf of personal books and slides one out to hand him. ]
My sketchbook. Primarily of my travels and of what I have seen while in service to Mythal.
[ Landscapes, snippets of architecture, drawings of various details of people. It almost functions as a diary at times with the way it depicts vague events. ]
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Lad sits completely fixated on the one page. He reaches out to almost touch one of the sketches, but pulls it back and brings his hand to rest thoughtfully on his own cheek instead. Eventually he looks up at Solas.]
These are beautiful...
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The man's excitement more than made it worthwhile to share this piece of himself. He knew he was fortunate in many ways, that he could travel and had far more freedom than most slaves would ever have out of trust and his sense of duty. This was the only way he could share that with another. ]
Have you tried your hand at drawing?
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I haven't. I've only been required to write every so often, but never draw.
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Would you like to try? [ Though Solas thought the man might prefer a sketch for himself that he could sneak by when he returned to Sylaise. A thought to execute sooner rather than later. ]
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[That gets him to look away from the sketches just by the sheer surprise of the question. Why would Solas want him to try? He had no talent for it, if he had then he would be doing that rather than this. Why would someone who could make such beautiful things want him to make something hideous and ugly?]
I couldn't, I'd be terrible!
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He taps a finger on the edge of the bed before he stands to retrieve a small wooden box to set beside himself. ]It is a skill one must practice. Though if you are uninterested, I could sketch something now.
[ An offer given as Solas' gaze takes in Lad's form with no small amount of appreciation. ]
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[Lad perks up, completely disregarding the notion of his attempting to draw- perhaps after Solas made something. He was utterly enraptured by the idea of watching him make something so simple and humble yet so lovely, and if felt as though the offer would be a privilege.]
Could I watch?
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You can, yes. Any requests? Or should I do a sketch of you?
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[He knew he was attractive, yes, but he was not unique. There were courtesans with far more beauty than him, not to mention he had just come out of the bath and was wearing nothing but an ill fitting borrowed shirt. He was hardly at his best.]
Why not sketch yourself?
[Because he found Solas to be the most handsome thing in the room honestly.]
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Among other reasons. One being he found Lad far more attractive and another that he much preferred to blend in and observe much of the time. There was plenty that could be learned through that if others did not squander such opportunities.
With a small sigh, he gives a more genuine answer, ] It would be something to remember the night by.
[ If Lad even wanted such a thing. ]
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[But if Solas did not want to, then Lad wouldn't push. He supposed Solas wouldn't need a portrait of himself when he could just look into a mirror.
Lad slid up next to him, lacing his hands on Solas' shoulder so he could rest his head on them. Hopefully that would keep him out of the way enough where he could still watch.]
Well, then I will leave the subject matter up to you, though I'm flattered you find me something worth remembering.
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As Lad settles on him, he glances back at the man as if inspecting his features before he starts sketching out a basic form. It would be rough and simple and he had no interest in requesting Lad move away to properly model. ]
I enjoyed this, [ he says sincerely. ] It... was something I am afraid I have needed for a long while.
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[Lad watched intently as Solas' sketch took form. Occasionally he stole glances of Solas admire him as he worked. When he saw it starting to show a resemblance to him he could help but smile, his heart fluttering with excitement.]
It's me! It's beautiful Solas...
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Instead, he focuses on his sketch only shifting to glance at the man when he. ]
Beautiful? You should allow time for details to start forming, [ he says with light amusement. ]
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