A medical emergency

[fadingworld]

A deep navy cloak hides his features and the more ornate tunic the courtesan usually wears to greet his clients. Mal hunches his shoulders and slides through the crowds hoping to avoid notice. He keeps his head down until he reaches the home of the doctor and wraps smartly on the door. "Open up," he calls in a voice that expects to be listened to.

How much time did he have? He could not have a client bleeding out. Not this one. Not one who had come to him for help, to be treated privately.

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[mandragoraspiritus]

"It can be arranged," Regis says with a bit fo a grin. "Unless you would prefer me next to you." Clothes would stay on, no hands would go wandering. Staying close would be the point.

[fadingworld]

"That ….would be even better," Mal agrees readily. He had liked those moments with their limbs entangled, before his mind had got in the way. He tells Regis as much.

"I would like to get back to that point some day," he murmurs. "But next to you will be very good start."

[mandragoraspiritus]

"We will get back to it," Regis says assuredly. He too would like that very much, not that more than only companionship is beginning to be offered. He will be patient, though. This must be allowed to take time. While his original plan had been to simply approach this differently than anything else that Mal puddle have experienced, he can now see that it will take more than that.

[fadingworld]

Mal drops his chin down onto Regis' shoulder and hugs him silently for a moment. "I am incredibly lucky that it is you I am with," he says softly. "I do not think there are many who would understand and accept as you have."

[mandragoraspiritus]

With a hand resting between Mal's shoulder blades to instill a sense of security, Regis keeps them just like that. "I have a different outlook on this, I dare say." He had told Mal; vampires feel things strongly. In caring, how could he not want happiness for Mal, for him to leave the darkness of his part behind him? How could he not wish to help with that?

[fadingworld]

Mal has no sense of discomfort standing like this. Regis' calm assurance is enough to settle even the most nervous person.

"You do," he murmurs and smiles up with so much fondness. "Oh I am lucky. I hope some day you I will give you something to add to your happiness."

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis too smiles, with a slight quizzical quirk of an eyebrow. "What makes you think that you aren't already?"

Still smiling he steps back. Hugs are pleasant, yes, and he has missed touch, but even more his fondness for Mal stems from the man's mind. "It is too early for bed yet. Come, let us find something else to do with the reminder of the evening."

[fadingworld]

He could do so much more though.

Mal smiles and gestures to the book that he had abandoned. "Should I return to study, or may I make another attempt in the kitchen?" So far there had been a few near food disasters in there but he was learning.

[mandragoraspiritus]

"Are you still hungry?" Regis does join Mal for every meal and he does eat, but he has no need to. It's easy enough to eat a certain number of meals at certain times a day, but hunger isn't really something he feels.

[fadingworld]

"Only a little," Mal says easily. "I was thinking I could conquer something that we could use another day." He grins, "I think I am taking easier to learning how to heal then I am to the kitchen."

[mandragoraspiritus]

"So far, yes, I would have to agree," Regis says, humor in his tone. "To the kitchen, then. What would you like to make?"

[fadingworld]

"Something simple," Mal says threading his arm through Regis' to draw him through. "Something that I cannot burn to a crisp!"

[mandragoraspiritus]

They manage a stew that evening, enough for a late night snack as well as to have the next day, even if Regis does have to step in a time or two to keep it from boiling over.

By the time they have washed up it has gotten sufficiently late and Regis has started to catch Mal yawning. "Bed?"

[fadingworld]

Mal replies with an even wider yawn. "Cooking is a very tiring activity," he comments. He looks around the kitchen once more to ensure it's neatness and feels satisfied. It does need a few touches like flowers in a vase on the table which he was planning to bring in next week.


He kisses Regis on the cheek. "Thank you for your patience again. I will meet you in my room when I am washed and ready for the night.


He slips away to get ready and enters his room, perfectly groomed, choosing soft black legging and deep green top to sleep in.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis gives Mal enough time to wash up and settle before entering. And, of course, he has to do so in style. He's not above showing off, especially so since Mal is at ease with some of his vampiric traits. Once again it is smoke that drifts in through the crack under Mal's door, across the room to the foot of the bed. Then up, slithering in under the blanket that billows up, swelling over a shape behind Mal that is insubstantial at first but soon takes the physical form Or Regis. He remains clothed, in trousers and shirt.

[fadingworld]

"Show off," Mal says affectionately as he traces Regis' movements. The smoke no longer makes his hair stand on end but he does remain fascinated by it.

"That could have some interesting uses in bed," he says cheerfully as he starts to rest back against Regis' solid form, not to heavily yet, glancing over his shoulder to check that it is okay.

[mandragoraspiritus]

The arm that settles around Mal to pull him back more firmly says with perfect clarity that it is more than okay.

"It can," comes the admission from Regis, in a tone that suggests he has indeed found such uses for it in the past. "If the mood so strikes."

[fadingworld]

After a minute Mal forgets to try and lie gracefully, he settles into the most comfortable position with a hand resting on Regis' arm. He doesn't feel restrained, merely supported.

Mal smiles, "Tell me about a use you've put it too," he pleads. "I am curious!"

[mandragoraspiritus]

It is a comfortable position to be in, with his back against the wall and Mal resting against his chest.

"Are you truly asking me about tales of my past amorous adventures?" He asks, sounding somewhat amused by the question.

[fadingworld]

Mal giggles, the vibrations going right through his body. "You do realise that is quite a normal topic of conversation for me? What else do courtesans have to talk about?" There were others, but with ears in the walls, they rarely talked about much else.

[mandragoraspiritus]

"True enough, I suppose." REgis doesn't linger on that, though he thinks it might be different now that there is a personal involvement. Still, Mal is curious and he will answer him, though he need not go into too much detail.

"While the form is immaterial in itself, I do still retain the ability to touch, if I so wish. Which I'm sure you have noticed." The very first time Mal had seen the misty form, Regis had thoroughly mussed up his hair after all. "It can, I have been told, be rather exciting to be touched without knowing how or where, and without being able to touch in return."

[fadingworld]

Mal cocks his head on one side. "Yes, if you trust your partner, I can see that and what a bonus not to have to do it with restraints and a blindfold." He smiles warmly, "Someday, I would like that. It would be very different... and a game could be made of it in time." Not soon, no. But it is something to look forward to.

"How long ago were you last with someone?"

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis has to think about that. How many years has it been? Not all of those years had been years he had been aware of much at all.

"Twelve years ago, I think. Perhaps thirteen. An affair started out of practicality during a stay in Beauclair, while friends and I were wintering there during our travels, though I did quickly come to genuinely care for the lady in question."

[fadingworld]

"I can well see that," Mal says softly. "You listen to your heart, you cannot stay clinical about a person. Why did you leave? Was it because you were only wintering there?" There is no judgement there, Mal would find that a perfectly normal reason.

[mandragoraspiritus]

He gives a hum of affirmation. "We were searching for a young lady, the adopted daughter of one of my friends. The stay in Beauclair was more of necessity than anything else, rather than braving the mountain passes in cold and harsh weather. We parted on good terms, the lady and I, and though I was one of the driving forces of our departure, I did silently and privately lament it a bit."