[Julian laughs a little unsteadily, leans his long body against the supporting weight the other man is offering. It's the bitter chill in the air, he thinks, making him feel that bit more inebriated, head fuzzy and thoughts vaguely blurred from the gin. Or perhaps he's not quite the heavyweight drinker he'd like to believe.
They keep walking, and he picks up his pace a bit as he sees the train begin to pull in.]
Let me see, how about my grand escape from Vesuvia? That time I mentioned, when I had to leave, it was because I'd been condemned to death for the murder of the Count, you know, that utterly deplorable fellow I told you about before. Well, on the night of the grand masquerade, he was burned to death in his bed chambers, and the person they caught at the scene? Well, that was yours truly, and the assumption was, alas, that I was to blame. So I was promptly arrested and taken off to the dungeons to await my fate. The best part, to be honest, were the rumours. My favourite that I've heard is that the dastardly Doctor Devorak escaped the cells in the dead of night by turning into a swarm of bats and flying away.
[He laughs as they reach the train, disentangles himself from his companion long enough to drop down bonelessly into one of the seats, long legs spread out before him. He does recall seeing other submissives taking the train during their tour, how most of them had been kneeling, not using the seats at all, and whilst he's far from opposed to doing such a thing...it doesn't suit present company, and if none of the train,s occupants are going to make any complaints, he'll stay right where he is.
Turning to Geralt, he continues.]
The truth is a touch less dramatic, I'm afraid. A very good friend of mine, Mazelinka, who helped raise my sister and I when we were orphaned - although that's another tale - crept into the dungeons in the dead of night disguised as cleaning staff, picked the locks of my cell, and whisked me away. It was a mad dash through the night-time city streets and down to the docks, onto her awaiting ship...where she hid me in a case of rum until we were out at sea.
[And again, there's the deep soft sound of his laughter.]
By the time she unpacked me, I'm afraid there was rather less rum than there had been to begin with.
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They keep walking, and he picks up his pace a bit as he sees the train begin to pull in.]
Let me see, how about my grand escape from Vesuvia? That time I mentioned, when I had to leave, it was because I'd been condemned to death for the murder of the Count, you know, that utterly deplorable fellow I told you about before. Well, on the night of the grand masquerade, he was burned to death in his bed chambers, and the person they caught at the scene? Well, that was yours truly, and the assumption was, alas, that I was to blame. So I was promptly arrested and taken off to the dungeons to await my fate. The best part, to be honest, were the rumours. My favourite that I've heard is that the dastardly Doctor Devorak escaped the cells in the dead of night by turning into a swarm of bats and flying away.
[He laughs as they reach the train, disentangles himself from his companion long enough to drop down bonelessly into one of the seats, long legs spread out before him. He does recall seeing other submissives taking the train during their tour, how most of them had been kneeling, not using the seats at all, and whilst he's far from opposed to doing such a thing...it doesn't suit present company, and if none of the train,s occupants are going to make any complaints, he'll stay right where he is.
Turning to Geralt, he continues.]
The truth is a touch less dramatic, I'm afraid. A very good friend of mine, Mazelinka, who helped raise my sister and I when we were orphaned - although that's another tale - crept into the dungeons in the dead of night disguised as cleaning staff, picked the locks of my cell, and whisked me away. It was a mad dash through the night-time city streets and down to the docks, onto her awaiting ship...where she hid me in a case of rum until we were out at sea.
[And again, there's the deep soft sound of his laughter.]
By the time she unpacked me, I'm afraid there was rather less rum than there had been to begin with.