One shot is never enough. I just wait for us to go in circles. A lifetime of giving my all for you. Hostile, give me a break. Don't say it's in the bottle of air. mn
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“Fane,” Vitaliy replied, sounding like he’d known the other man forever. “Playing here or playing there all kind of sounds like one way, doesn’t it?”
He glanced inside the door of the brothel before stepping away from the door and a bit closer to the musician. He’d played this game for years, knowing exactly how to trip up even the most well-meaning of men, but this one, the poor dear, seemed to be less well-meaning and more completely caught off guard. Vitaliy eyed the other man up and down and then hazarded a guess. “Not very experienced, are we?” he asked suspiciously. The use of the royal we had been purely for laughs on Vitaliy’s part as he was anything but inexperienced. He watched the panic in the other man’s eyes. “If that’s the case, there are some lovely and understanding bodies right inside. I’m sure anyone you’d like would be very willing and interested in getting you better acquainted with anything you may be unfamiliar with.”
Fane heard the voice inside him that had been chanting "run" start to scream it. He physically twitched towards the empty space behind him, ready to bolt the moment his feet stopped being locked to the ground. Fane felt the panic rising in his chest, and he was on the edge of dissolving into a puddle of anxiety.
But Fane steeled himself. He'd been through much worse than being propositioned by someone at a brothel. Fane had survived four years aboard a Navy ship that didn't care much if he lived or died. He had the scars to prove it.
So Fane looked the other man in the eye. "Ah, no," he said, unable to stop himself from rubbing the back of his neck. "No, I don't think I'll need any experience. That's not... for me." Fane had struggled before explaining that he just didn't seem to desire anyone. "Truly, the offer is unnecessary. I'm perfectly content as I am."
Fane gestured at his violin. "This violin is the only one that leaves marks on my skin anymore," he said before gesturing to the red marks under his chin.
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