send đź’— for our muses to have to pretend to be in a relationship (Silvaire so needs to play with the grumpy Stefan. :D)

michisilver:

(Oh lord! how do we even do that! Uuummm…) 

Silvaire looked down at the well dressed bespeckled man beside him, a disgruntled look on his facial features as he seemed to be bothered by two very persistent ladies. He’d been holding a book up to his nose, obviously uninterested in anyone disturbing his time, a fact that seemed to have gone over the two overly buxom heavily painted women. 

He wondered if they were perhaps attempting to get into his bed and into his purse and because of his dress that he was a virgin eager for bedplay. Silvaire shook his head and let out a soft sigh if only to himself, some people were never going to learn most likely. 

He doubted the young man would appreciate his help but he couldn’t stand seeing another person in need and not do… something. 

“Ah, there you are my love.” Silvaire said schooling his expression to be as loving and sweet as possible, though he himself had never known romance he’d seen it enough with others and perhaps had played the part a time or two during performances. He reached down to take the man’s hand, placing a soft kiss upon it, before lifting Stephan easily and setting him down upon his lap, “Keeping yourself busy with your books while I was away?”

“Er now! you never said you had a gent” One of the two ladies, lets call her pumpernickel, as the paint around her eyes reminded him of such. She placed her hands on her hips trying to press her breasts up, nearly letting them spill from their tightly clinging garb. “Mayhap we can have more fun now that there be… two of you.” 

Internally he was groaning at the gall of some people, was he going to really need to go that far just to get it into their dull heads? He whispered to the man an apology just before grabbing his jaw and giving him a nice long showy kiss, enough to get the women to finally register that neither of them were interested in what they had to offer.  

“Oh! … um… well…” the other one, blueberry Silvaire decided to nickname her, “We’ll just… be going then…” 

Silvaire gave them both a very long stare, waiting until they were gone before he quickly placed the man back in his seat, “I’m sorry, so sorry… didn’t know how else to get them to leave you be.” He was expecting to get yelled at very severely now. 

(hope that worked! @nebula1984 )

Stefan had only been getting more frustrated the longer the women kept trying to get his attention. They just didn’t seem to catch the drift that he wasn’t interested. Romance, let alone sex, was the last thing on his mind. His work and studies were far more important. Not to mention he wasn’t interested in getting hurt by such shallow women.

But burying his face further in his book just did not discourage them from trying. Though what happened next left him flabbergasted. He went stiff as a board, face as red as a tomato as the Au Ra man kissed his hand. His book suddenly forgotten as he stared like a startled doe. Esper merely only lifted his head from where he lay to watch his master before settling back down again. Apparently none of this was a threat enough to stir the ruby carbuncle.

His mouth refused to function. Especially after Silvaire easily lifted him and sat him on the man’s lap. He didn’t know if he wanted to be outraged or flee in embarrassment. He could barely register the words the ladies exchanged with Silvaire. Barely caught that whispered apology as his brain was overloaded by that sudden kiss out of no where.

His first kiss stolen. He opened his mouth to respond, looking much like a fish out of water as he tried a few times to find words. What were words? This was all too much for Stefan. Easiest solution with an overloaded brain? Faint. Esper now cocked his head in concern as his master was passed out in his chair. Now the carbuncle finally got up and nudged Stefan’s leg with a nose.

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