: Elessari - Kris and Will :

[rosepaean]

[ It was just another evening. Divinity had closed up for the evening, the rush was never so bad in the summer time when he did not have to deal with the Academy crowd-- and since it was a weekday, he did not go into Karma to perform drag. It was just a nice evening that would be spent at Swinglines, with a glass of Mystic Wine and some music.

He had been actually a bit sad since Gemlyn had left to go on adventures. Yes, he was happy for them, but he also missed them terribly; no more waking up to a faery launch.

Though he had been sent Remy to help out at the store, and the man was very nice but also very sad. And Kris was not sad by nature so it was a struggle to make pleasant conversation with him because he did not want to bestow any sort of false or toxic positivity on the other.

Cheer up was not going to do any good and he would rather not.

So he gave Remy excess cinnamon rolls to take to Lyra and paid him a decent wage where he could do whatever he wanted with it and did not ask any questions about his goings-ons. Wasn't needed.

He was turning the lights off for the evening, made sure that everything was clean and then of course there was the laying out of all of the ingredients for when he woke up at 3AM to start the baking. His hours he kept, well he was a mystic so he only required a spot of sleep-- going to bed at 11 would more than suffice to have him well rested in the morning. ]

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[unwisely]

[Willow had found his way to the bakery the first time following Remy. After what had happened, well, someone had to keep an eye on the sad Eladrin, for a while anyway. So here he was. Maybe Kris would have noticed that there were a series of strange faces frequenting the bakery since Remy had started, half a dozen maybe, all folks he'd never have seen before -- but each and every one of them with the same unmistakable emerald green eyes.

Trying to keep a low-ish profile, Willow had fell back on old warlock habits, the magical disguise spell an easy way to not be clocked stalking. ...which given that he kept going back to the bakery even when Remy wasn't working, because he'd found himself utterly charmed by the owner in their brief interactions.

In any case, as Kris made his way into Swingline, he'd indeed hear music being played. The bard who'd appeared to grace the stage of the tavern for the night seemed to be a lively thing fingers and bow flying over his fiddle, a bright tenor providing the words to the energetic reel. And, if Kris were paying attention, a pair of bright green eyes that fixed on the figure of the Mystic baker as he entered the tavern, as if drawn there by some force as natural and irresistible as a compass needle pointing north.]

[rosepaean]

[ Wasn't this always how their story started, in every single lifetime. Though this time there had been a prelude in the form of the stalking, though Kris would never have judged the other man; he could understand keeping an eye on ones friends. He'd done so many a time to Gemlyn, and he tried to encourage Remy as best as he could.

He slipped into a seat, off toward the back. He was not the showy type (unless he was performing at Karma) and so a back table was good enough for him. Hirus brought him a glass of Mystic Wine, that glimmered iridiscent underneath the lights, almost as changeable as the eyes of Kris which was like galaxies. Then he rested his hand on his palm and watched the bard play.

He loved listening to music, and if there was a talented bard playing he was quite happy to listen. If he noted the vibrant eyes, he did not say anything. But with such a high perception score as he possessed, it was very likely that he did. And when the man finished the tune, he clapped along with the rest of the people. ]

[unwisely]

[Eyes meeting across a crowded room, a note of music hanging in the air. And yes, okay, a small bit of background stalking. The usual recipe. But Willow could not help but be drawn to the baker, to the gentleness about him, the joy that seemed to permeate the air around him. And those impossible eyes.

When his set was done, Will dropped a flourishing bow, promising that he'd be back the next night since he'd taken a liking to this town. Or maybe just to certain things in it.

Either way, Kris would find himself with table company without any warning. Willow was, after all, not a shy man. He came with a drink for himself as well as another glass of Mystic Wine, clearly intended for the handsome Mystic.]

May I sit? Or are you waiting for someone?

[rosepaean]

[ Kris did not think that he was particularly noticeable, he was merely a regular. Invariably friendly though, he was on first name basis with Hirus and what appeared to be all the people of Sylvia. He remembered things about his customers, such as Prince Nicky's penchant for apple cinnamon fritters, and then how Magius always preferred the Honey Buns and would send either his Pet Raccoon, or Aura out to get some (she was with Gem right now so it was really just Senpai at this point). He also remembered green eyes but there were so many faces attached to them that he could not keep track of them.

He remembered them though, make no mistake.

If he was taken aback by the beautiful bard making his way to his table, he did not give any indication. The response was good-natured and matter-of-fact, but delivered in a way that felt like the slow baking of bread. ] This seat is not taken, the person I would've waited for is currently on adventure with their friends.

[ He is delighted, of course, by having caught the eyes of the cat-eyed bard-- but he did not say as much. ] Please, make yourself comfortable though you should be aware that I will likely ask you many questions about yourself.

[unwisely]

[Kris clearly had never really looked at himself. He was clearly gorgeous, and that kind, gentle nature only amplified it, setting the baker in some invisible glow that caught Willow like a moth to a flame.]

Oh? Taken to the road, huh? But not you?

[No wandering for Kris? Will found himself grateful for that, or else he'd never have crossed the other man's path.

Settling himself into the vacant chair, setting the glass of Mystic wine down in front Kris. He made himself comfortable, effortlessly casual (seemingly so, anyway) he lifted his own slightly less sparkly drink to take a sip.]

Ask away, but try to leave me at least a little mystery, okay? It's really all I have.

[rosepaean]

[ It happened to be a glow that seemed to catch all of the Whimsy Court in it's thrall, acting like a beacon however... perhaps there was something a little extra glowy to the bard, something that could possibly taste like candy, or dreams. Everything that the Whimsy Court stood for. ]

I cannot say I am much of a wanderer, though I do enjoy hearing the stories of everyone as they come past; I have lived here for 200 years.

[ A baby compared to Will's age, likely. ] I do understand how it is to keep an air of mystery when you perform, though you certainly do not keep to yourself though perhaps that is my win since you are at my table?

[ Kris could be just as charming, yes. ]

[unwisely]

[Yup. No resisting it. Moth to flame. Butterfly to the sweetest flower in a garden. The metaphors were all there, dancing on the tip of Will's tongue and starting the first few notes of a love song in his mind.

He'd be writing those ballads for the rest of his life. He just didn't know it yet. Not in his mind at least; maybe his heart had the start of an inkling.]

So, you know your way around the city. [Bless, though, he was a baby.] Then I should be the one to ask you questions. I'm new in town, still finding my way around, figuring the place out.

[Stalking his older brother's sad husband and now the pretty baker Remy had taken up working for.]

I don't know. I feel like I'm the one who's winning tonight. Handsomest man in the place putting up with my nonsense at his table.

[He reached his hand over towards him.]

Willow Harper. It's a pleasure.

[rosepaean]

[ Kristophe's eyes sparkled, a verifiable swirl of many different colours caught in stained glass; he then reached across the table to take Will's hand but he squeezed it softly with the warmth of his own. It was only a little forward-- but also possessed it's own charm and graciousness. ]

Oh, I do not think I am the most handsome man, you clearly have not seen the Headmaster of the Acadamy.

[ he held his hand in that grasp up until the point at which probably it would be polite to release, and then he did so. ] However flattery does work on me so, how about I take you on a tour of the city? That way you can understand the lay of it?