(1311-05-27) Second Time Lucky Too
Summary: Étienne and Symon take another splash at kottabos, and dancing, and all the pleasures they still hope to enjoy in the limited time two heirs have with one another.
RL Date: 05/27/2019
Related: Beginner’s Luck, and other scenes with these characters.
etienne symon 

La Glycine — Night Court

The glorious dome of La Glycine rises overhead here, ribs of veiny marble with studs of bronze inset at measured intervals rise to meet at the wide mouth of the oculus above, through which a shaft of light moves over the course of the day, wending its way from one side of the atrium to the other in an insistant caress. The floor is a patterned sequence of white marble squares inlaid with green marble trellis patterns, at the center of each of which is a round golden circle around a stud of glistening emerald. In the middle of the floor, directly underneath the oculus above, is a round pool of rainwater with a high rim for seating and a collection of fish and turtles living inside.

The lofty space is open with a pair of giant bronze doors leading to the courtyard to the south, and the north wall is largely taken up with the descent of a massive stairwell which provides a dramatic route of entry down into the atrium from the Northern Wing and beyond. The Eastern and Western walls each sport two smaller archways; both the eastern archways lead into the Baths, while the two to the west grant access to the Gambling Hall and Hall of Oddities.

Furnishings are strictly at an ad-hoc basis, temporary for the need, but may occasionally include furnishings hung from the studs in the great domed ceiling.

The Glycine is always a place of levity and high spirits, and today is no exception. Cheers, laughs, and saucy flirtations welcomed them into the space, and back in the gambling hall there is the added rattle of dice, though the kottabos station is unmanned. Symon holds on to Étienne's arm, squeezing it every so often perhaps as much to reassure himself that Étienne is healing as to express affection and excitement. While he doesn't often suggest trips to the Night Court, he does genuinely delight in being in such merry and stimulating spaces. "Oh, look," he says. "W…we can lay claim to the kottabos."

Étienne is always rather shy when they go somewhere this fancy, at least until he has a drink or two in him, and extremely grateful for Symon holding onto his arm. Here he is in his best summer tunic, flushed with excitement, but unable to meet anyone's eyes except Symon's. He perks up at the suggestion, "You'll make sure I don't have too much and that I'll make it home if I do?" He flashes him a shy smile, "It was really fun last time, even if I'm not sure at all how we got home."

"Yes," Symon promises warmly. "No harm w…will come to you. And I'm sure w…we will not m-meet quite such distracting company as in Elua. W-we'll just p…play one game and then we can go and w-watch a bit of dice."

Étienne blushes prettily, "He really was terribly handsome." He nods, "One game. Or maybe two." He kisses his cheek, "I trust you, Symon."

Symon grins. "I should b-be asking you. I seem to remember you having the stronger hand for the game." He takes Étienne's hand to guide him to the couch from which the game is played. "You remember how it w…works?" he asks, as a novice brings them each a goblet.

Étienne says, "But you have the better head for wine…. We cuddle up on the sofa and drink down the wine, throwing the dregs at the target with a flick of the wrist, right? And when we are too drunk to stay on the sofa, it is time to go home." He winks. "Only this time we are going to be sober and responsible."

Symon laughs at the way Étienne puts it. "Yes," he agrees, sipping his wine. "Surely." He reclines on the couch beside Étienne. "Are you truly feeling b-better from your injuries?"

Étienne curls up next to him, "I really am, sweet. I couldn't do this if my wrist weren't completely recovered. My rib hardly twinges at all. I'm fine, really I am, and look, I am wearing your stones just in case." he flicks them with his finger.

Symon smiles, fairly melting at that. "I am so glad," he says. "You are terribly resilient. I think injuries like that w…would have me in b-bed for months." He drinks again. "Especially after everything else. You've b-been a champion."

Étienne kisses his cheek, "Then I'd look after you and read to you and make sure you weren't bored." He drinks deep, "You are worth the occasional amphibian surprise, you know that, right?"

Symon grins broadly. "Thank you," he says. "I w…was awfully sorry about that. It m…must have b-been frightening. B-but I am glad you think so. And I am glad that in a m…moment like that…" He trails off, smiling again.

Étienne brushes a strand of his hair from his face, "You're long forgiven, and I'm really very happy with the end result." he drinks again, "Should we toast to something?"

"Oh, yes, yes," Symon agrees enthusiastically. "To, um. To frogs, and love, and strange b-books and all the things that happen w…without w-warning."

Étienne laughs, eyes crinkling, warm as sun of sand and touches his cup to Symon's, drinking it down, "You want to go first, or should I?"

Symon drinks too, and says, "You go, you go," patting Étienne's hip. "I've not seen you throw this w…way since Elua, it's terribly exciting."

Étienne carefully replaces the silver plastinx on the top of the Kottabos stand's spire.

Roll: (4 4 6 1 3 6 6 5 5 6 4)
Étienne readies himself and begins to spin the cup by its handle on his finger. After a moment, he lets the lees go…
Miss! It's a good toss and is close, but the wine just misses the silver plastinx.

Étienne looks so terribly hopeful as he flicks the dregs, but gives Symon a rueful smile and a one armed hug as he misses, "See? It was beginner's luck last time!"

Roll: (3 7 1 7 5 2 8 7 4 3)
Symon readies himself and begins to spin the cup by its handle on his finger. After a moment, he lets the lees go…
Hit! The disc shifts a good fraction upon the spire, but the toss was not yet enough to push it completely over the edge.

'Oh, do not be so quick to judge," Symon tells Étienne. "B-buck up! I like to see you toss w…whether you hit or not." He cocks his own arm to spin the cup. "Oho, I hit!"

Étienne cheers for his friend and presses closer "You are good at this, I think it almost went!" He signals for refills. "So what did happen when you ate with Laurène. Did you like her better?"

"Oh," Symon says. "W-well. Yes. I suppose I did. The first time we m…met, m-maybe neither of us w-was at our b-best…"

Étienne nods, and drinks his wine, "What did you think on second meeting?" he grins, "Don't worry, I'm not pushing you either way. Remember, I'm on your side specifically.”

"I don't know," Symon says. "I think m…maybe she is b-better away from her m…mother. Even though I like her mother." He drinks. "I still w…worry my friends w-would laugh at her for the w-way she is."

Étienne strokes his hair, onlookers forgotten, "This friend wouldn't laugh whoever you end up picking. The important thing is that you suit each other and that she can manage a household and do accounts. Do you have other prospects yet?"

"W-well," Symon says, loath to admit that he cares about anyone else's opinion, just now. "I don't know. I have b-been somewhat distracted the last w…weeks. I did m-meet Fleur a w-while back but I didn't get the impression she w…wanted me."

Étienne kisses his nose, "Then she has no taste, sweet. What shall we drink to next?"

"I think she is sad that her husband died," Symon replies. "Oh, m…more toasts. Um." He isn't prepared with a second one.

Étienne nods, "I can understand that. Fine, my turn." He thinks, then lifts the cup, "To the perfect wife for Symon, whoever she is. May she be wise enough to see his virtues and blind to any faults." He winks and drinks.

"My friend told m-my future and said that I w…would surely find the right one," Symon says as though he takes great solace in that. "Étienne, do you like b-being in M…Marsilikos?"

Étienne thinks it over, one arm flung over his shoulder as he sips, "I don't like it as much as I did when first came, but i do like it, especially just now." He squeezes his shoulders,"Why? Are you thinking of taking me to meet your parents in the country or something?"

"No," Symon says, more strongly than he really means to. "Trust me, you…That w…would not b-be p-particularly nice for you, I don't think. I w…was just thinking about how I ended up staying here a long time."

Étienne laughs, "I suspect it would be unpleasant for everyone involved, sweet." More seriously, "I was intending to stay at least a year, possibly two, if I can find someone to court. What's on your mind, Symon?"

Symon shakes his head a little. "Only that," he says, smiling. "Nothing serious."

Étienne looks worried, "Do you need to go back soon?"

"I don't think so," Symon says. "Unless m…my father dies. There's no p-predicting that. And if I get m…married, I have to v…v…visit."

Étienne says, "Are you worried about me leaving?"

"No," Symon says, blinking a few times. "I didn't say it out of any big deep idea. I just said it." He drinks from his cup.

Étienne searches his face a long moment, "I'm happy, in case you are worried." He drinks off the rest of his cup.

Symon shakes his head. "I w…wasn't so worried," he replies. "I am happy, too." He smiles. There is not any strong indication that he is consumed with worry. He finishes his cup, too, after peering into Étienne's.

Roll: (1 3 7 5 7 8 6 8 2 1 7)
Étienne readies himself and begins to spin the cup by its handle on his finger. After a moment, he lets the lees go…
Hit! The disc didn't have much further to go, but Étienne's toss was enough to push it over the edge. It lands in the crater below with a loud 'PLINK'!

Étienne kisses him for luck, face flushed, and carelessly tosses the lees. He laughs when it strikes true and tries to steal another kiss, deep and long, too tipsy to care who sees them. "You are ever my luck, sweet, sweet Symon!"

Symon enthusiastically claps Étienne's shoulder and returns that kiss to him, not terribly shy about it. After all, one may expect to see many more shocking things at the Night Court. And so many in the room are absorbed in their games anyway. "Do you see!" he says, delighted at Étienne's win. "And you said b-beginner's luck! You've taken it again."

Étienne runs his fingers through Symon's curls, kissing him some more, "Want to play one more round or do you want to go watch the dicing."

"Oh, let's have one m-more," Symon says, despite his initial statement, squeezing Étienne's arm. "Since w…we did it in only two cups." He waits for the novices to reset the game. "I still have an emptied cup, so I will throw first. No sense w…wasting it."

Symon carefully replaces the silver plastinx on the top of the Kottabos stand's spire.
Roll: (2 7 4 1 7 4 8 7 2 3)
Symon readies himself and begins to spin the cup by its handle on his finger. After a moment, he lets the lees go…
Hit! The disc shifts a good fraction upon the spire, but the toss was not yet enough to push it completely over the edge.

Étienne nods solemnly, "And we're still soberer than judges." This statement is slightly undermined my him slurring 'soberer" slightly. He nudges Symon's shoulder with his forehead and nose, "So close. You keep setting them up for me. We're a good team." He signals for refills, half draped over Symon now, warm and muscular and entirely relaxed by the wine.

Symon is not one to judge anyone's speech difficulties. "The b-best," He agrees, rubbing a hand down Étienne's side. "I liked the other day w…when I came home to your swordplay."

Étienne kisses his shoulder, "I liked that time we sword danced together. I'd like to do it again, but we'd need music. I want to dance with you." He drinks, any caution forgotten, "I want to do everything together! Do they have dancing here do you think?" He peers at Symon with wide cornflower blue eyes. "What did you like about it? The sword practice?"

"Yes," Symon says. "W…we must ask w-when they have m…music. Here or at Lis d'Or. I think b-both might." He smiles at Étienne, just a touch shyly. "I like w…when your b-body m…moves so competently. W-when you seem so strong and you know every next m-move."

Étienne giggles and hides his flushed face in Symon's neck, "I like… you watching me." He clings there a while, game forgotten. Eventually, with his head resting on Symon's shoulder he asks, "What should we drink to? It's your turn to choose."

Symon rubs Étienne's back lightly with his free hand. "Let us drink to dancing and your clever b-body," he suggests, lifting the cup. And he drinks.

Étienne makes a soft sound of delight. "And yours!" He lifts his cup and drinks. After some thought he says, "Why is the cuddling so much better when there's wine?" He peers into his hap empty cup as if the answer were in there.

"I don't know," Symon says. "I think it m…makes the skin feel b…better. Or…feel b-better."

Étienne sighs happily, "I think this is the best game ever. I love it so much, Symon." He drinks to the dregs, and then trying very hard to focus on the target, makes his toss.

Roll: (3 2 3 4 5 2 4 8 4 8 5)
Étienne readies himself and begins to spin the cup by its handle on his finger. After a moment, he lets the lees go…
A hit! The lees fly through the air and strike the plastinx solidly, it teeters on the edge of the spire before it falls off, hitting the crater with a soft 'PLINK'.

Symon smacks Étienne's shoulder again. "You w…win every time!" he exclaims with great pleasure. "You are truly a natural talent at the game!"

Étienne giggles tipsily, "Plink!" More giggling. Then he gazes at Symon with a look of utter adoration in his angel-kissed eyes, "I won the moment I found you. Everything else is…" He waves his empty cup, "Extra, sweet."

Symon looks pleasantly flattered, even blushing a little. "I am happy that you say so," he answers. "You m-make me happy. B-because you are filled with good things. And also you look awfully good."

Étienne kisses him slow and soft, "Everyone knows, you're the handsome one. You make me so happy, Symon." Another kiss, "What do you want to do now, sweet? Dancing? Dice? More of this? I want… to make you happy tonight."

"Oh, no, w…we should stop w-while you have a p-perfect record," Symon says to Étienne. "I w…want to dance with you. B-but we m…must remember to m-make a donation to the salon tonight since w-we are having such time and since I doubt w-we will take any courtesans tonight."

<FS3> Étienne rolls Carousing: Good Success. (3 8 7 7)

Étienne nods, "Plus pay for the wine." He kisses him again, eyes wide and full of wonder, "I want to dance with you. I want to do everything with you." Another kiss, then he sits up carefully. To his surprise he giggles, "My head's all right. I can still tell which way is the floor!"

Symon puts a hand up to Étienne to be helped up. "See how everything goes according to p-plan," he says. "Two games, p-perfect inebriation, ready for dancing."

Étienne kisses his cheek, "Clever Symon. Did you want to figure dance or try the swords? I mostly just want o move with you."

"W…we probably shouldn't scare the good B-Bryonys," Symon replies. "We m…must at least b-begin with something recognizable, eh?" He puts a hand on Étienne's to lead a familiar dance.

<FS3> Symon rolls Dancing: Great Success. (1 8 7 6 2 8 3 8 3 2)

<FS3> Étienne rolls Dancing: Success. (4 1 1 3 4 4 5 2 5 8 4)

Étienne straightens into position, a touch less correct than usual. "Which of us is doing the lifts and which the leaps?"

"Oh, let me leap tonight," Symon requests. "It's m…more fun. You can switch after if you w…want." He flashes teeth in a grin. At the Glycine there is surely music all around.

Étienne looks at him with that utterly smitten expression. "I like to watch you leap, Sweet Symon." And so he spins him into the figure, the formal salutes and bows, his own steps a little clumsy from the wine, but not so clumsy as to miss a turn or have him crashing into the other pair in their set. He has only eyes for Symon in the mirror section, before the pace picks up for the leaps.

Symon is obviously in great high spirits this evening, and trusts entirely in Étienne's lead, grinning as they face one another and then launching into leaps like a happy little goat on the first day of summer.

Étienne may not be in his best form today, but he's strong and he loves watching Symon show off. As he turns and lifts, he boosts Symon so that between the strong leaps and his good arms, Symon floats highest in each turn. Étienne turns his grinning face up to his lover's, and does his level best to make him feel like he's flying.

Symon laughs merrily at the heights he reaches, tipping his head back at the delight of soaring so effortlessly with Étienne's help. He tosses his head to sweep hair out of his face and looks to Étienne's face. "You look as happy as I feel!"

Étienne says, "I am! I really am! I like… doing things like this with you. Do you realise I don't think we've danced together since the night we met?""

"Tragic!" So Symon deems it. "B-but w…we've had p…p…plenty of adventures, haven't we?" he asks, eyes dancing at the amusement of it all. "Never b-boring!"

Étienne says, "Definitely never boring and I like adventures. I… I want to do as many things like this as we can before… I'm glad we came out tonight, aren't you?""

"Delighted!" Symon exclaims, leaping and turning. "I w…wouldn't be anywhere else!"

Étienne lifts him a last time and on the spin down pulls him into his arms for a long, entirely indecorous kiss, face flushed from wine and exercise. "I feel the same, sweet. want t go again, or had you something else in mind?"

Symon holds Étienne's face between both of his hands to enjoy the kiss and then drapes his arms around his swordsman's neck. "Oh, b-but I have so m…many things in mind," he laughs. "Do you w…want to take me home and show me some m…more sword dancing? I have b-been too lazy in p-picking it up from you."

Étienne kisses him again, deeper and slower, "Love, I will happily cross swords with you any time.

Symon lets his body lean against Étienne's. "You're w…warm," he says. "Come, let's leave them some good m…money for the lovely time w-we've had." He takes one hand off of Étienne so he can find his purse.

Étienne seems loathe to let him go even for a moment, but eventually settles on an arm around his shoulder so they can get out of the way of careening dancers.

Symon lets himself be led out of the way of the whirling dancers, dropping a contribution to the salon on their way so that they can honorably quit the place and head to the private dancing studio of home.

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