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Jean-Claude ([personal profile] sourdre) wrote in [community profile] barrayar2020-07-09 10:42 am

I am sincere, even when I lie

Jean-Claude found the whole request terribly amusing. And more than a little gratifying to his ego, less so to have his power acknowledged and more in terms of how representative it is of his success in ingratiating himself to the human world. Vampires have not been legal ten years yet, and already Jean-Claude is considered approachable enough, dangerous yet safe enough, to receive requests like these.

There was a considerable amount of work behind that, and more than being a Master of the City or even a sourdre de sang, it is not something another vampire could do, or has done.

So it puts him in a good enough mood to accept. He has many questions of his own, but he prefers to ask them in person and on his own territory. Although he knows phones and computers, Jean-Claude has never gotten comfortable with them, as they remain a peculiarly human insistence. Important vampire functions are always carried out in person, no matter the distance to travel. The time involved feels immaterial when you are immortal until killed.

Of course, he puts on a show for his visitor, awaiting him in an old-fashioned receiving room beneath the Circus of the Damned. The Circus itself might've been an experience just to walk through on the way down - there are a couple truly singular acts, such as the world's last living lamia, a fierce and inhuman woman with the lower body of a snake. On entering the restricted area, the Circus's dark gothic decor meant for tourists gives way to a more sincere and lavish set of living quarters. Bronze sconces and both fine and modern art line the stone walls, far enough underground to be devoid of windows, and tufted area rugs scatter between clean white and black furniture. Staff and residents mill about, casting the visitor curious and sometimes covetous looks, but leave him alone given his escort, who he sheds at the door to the receiving room.

Jean-Claude himself is arranged on a wing-backed armchair, an over-the-top vision in lace and leather, as always, one leg slung over the other. He has an empty wine glass in his hand as a prop, and water and wine set out on a coffee table between the chairs and couches.

"Monsieur Sims, welcome," he says in his smooth, tactile voice, without standing. "Have a seat. Help yourself. It is a pleasure to receive such a distinguished guest so unattached from my normal circles." He smiles a politician's smile, polite and sincere while giving away nothing of substance.
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[personal profile] end_recording 2021-02-11 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Jon's become conscious enough of his nudity that his shoulders curl in on himself slightly, but Jean-Claude's ease seeps in to him as subtly as the bath steam. All of Jon's insecurities are, well, human insecurities, and even as he grips the edge of the bathtub to keep from trying to cover himself, he feels ridiculous that the impulse was so strong. At some point Jon would have to tell Jean-Claude about the strange scars and missing bones, but he need not fear his ridicule. Jean-Claude might even find it charmingly novel.

It was heady, too, to think that as dangerous as Jon was Jean-Claude could simply handle him. Jean-Claude had shown he could handle him, amply, with his collection of supernatural oddities. Jean-Claude could lie, but he could not deceive on the scale of his entire life, and many under his rule seemed content.

"I, I have, um... lost control. Before. But only when I've been hungry." His eyes flick to Jean-Claude, compulsively looking for judgement. "A-and I may receive—Visitors. Unwelcome visitors."
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[personal profile] end_recording 2021-02-13 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Jean-Claude's voice draws Jon's gaze like a lure. Jon is briefly mesmerized watching Jean-Claude effortlessly manage the thick, sleek weight of his hair, the way it shines and slithers through his fingers. The thought of him touching Jon's hair like that is shockingly appealing. Jon looks away, and toys with the end of his braid draped against his shoulder.

"I should largely be able to deal with them myself," Jon says awkwardly, reassuring himself more than Jean-Claude. Ever since Jon had destroyed the Dark's blasphemous sun, the other avatars had been quite leery of him. Otherwise he would have never considered endangering Jean-Claude's home with his presence, regardless of Jean-Claude's own resources.

But the idea of telling Jean-Claude... everything, being able to rely on him, trust him—it sends a frisson of something down Jon's spine. Fear mingled with desire. Being tied together felt so weighty, but the thought of being bound to something other than the Eye was dangerously comforting.

"Yes," he murmurs softly in affirmation.
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[personal profile] end_recording 2021-02-17 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Jean-Claude will get a glimpse of Jon licking his lips before he places his own palm in Jean-Claude's and allows himself to be guided down. It doesn't feel like his legs are going to collapse under him anymore but he's still grateful for the support; mostly for not having to figure out how to fold himself against the other man. His body is all tension as he leans back, but he does let out a long sigh as his limbs sinks into the water.

"I don't think I've taken a proper bath since I was a child," he murmurs thoughtlessly. Muscle by muscle the tension bleeds out of him, leaving him flush with Jean-Claude's chest. The sheer wealth of skin contact makes Jon tense again, but only briefly. It's very... noticeable, how much more substantive Jean-Claude's body is opposed to Jon's. Of course, it's Jean-Claude's overwhelming nature that fascinates Jon.

"I didn't think I'd ever be seduced through my stomach," he huffs.
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[personal profile] end_recording 2021-03-28 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Jean-Claude's cool fingers working through Jon's hair and sweat-grimed scalp is just as sublime as he imagined. Jon sighs again, drawn out and ragged.

Often he has felt ridiculous keeping his hair so long, and justified it as a practical way to conceal his scars. But in truth he can no longer imagine himself without the dark mass of it shadowing his features. He had gone two years without looking into a mirror as succumbed to the Eye; it was only after his completion as an avatar that mirrors stopped making him apprehensive and started to catch his eye once more. By then it was comforting to look as changed on the outside as he was internally.

Right now it seems likewise fitting that everything is so overwhelming, that Jon should experience such a rush of new sensations just as he makes the first real decision of his life—The first decision he has made not driven by fear. So close to him, Jean-Claude's voice sinks into him just like the heat of the water, making fear impossible even as embarrassment and uncertainty burn within him. It is so easy for Jean-Claude to make Jon sound worthy, and Jon's instincts tell him to look for motive. He reminds himself it's far too late for that. Jean-Claude had used the Eye's own proclivities to steal Jon from it's nest.

"W, well. I can be satisfied quite a lot by words," he jokes voice rusty and his face red.