From: _blackirish	Date: 07/31/2007 15:19:43

Seamus absently smoothed Siobhan's hair. It didn't need smoothing, but the tall Irishman always found a reason to touch the little blond in some way or fashion. Arms still wrapped rather closely around the fairy, Seamus looked around every bit as quizzically. He'd felt that sharp jar; it had felt disrupting, like magic somehow splicing in between Siobhan's.

He'd been ready to ask what it was but now found himself echoing Siobhan's "This isn't New York," but aloud. He squeezed Siobhan's hip as he took in their surroundings and finally had to admit he had no idea where they were. "Huh," he responded just as eloquently to Siobhan, and then added, "Where the heck are we?" He didn't sound disturbed at all, just curious and confused.

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 07/31/2007 16:24:56

"I have no idea," Siobhan said honestly, and perhaps a little cheerfully. Odd disruption aside, the place looked interesting. The city had a kind of modern yet old-world feel about it that made Siobhan curious to explore. The cobblestones would be hell on his heels, but it wasn't anything a simple charm couldn't fix.

Untangling himself from Seamus, Siobhan reached for a small leather suitcase with one hand as the other slipped comfortably into the crook of Seamus's elbow. The heels of his little white boots were spared from the pits and canyons between the cobblestones by a little bit of magic, allowing the fairy to stand as if on level ground. He still had to look up to meet Seamus's gaze. "Shall we go exploring, darling?" He was smiling as he asked, a spark of mischief in his blue eyes.

	From: _blackirish	Date: 07/31/2007 16:31:16

Seamus dropped a kiss on Siobhan's upturned lips. If the pixie wasn't worried, then he had no reason to be either. He twined his fingers in Siobhan's and smiled down at him. "Sounds like a plan."

Seamus's blue eyes took in the buildings, the bicycles, the shops the cobblestones, noting that everything felt stuck back in the early 1920s. It was charming and intriguing. Speaking of intriguing... "Siobhan? What was that earlier? That weird bit of magic? It felt like it threw us off." Seamus was by no means proficient in feeling or casting his own magic, and it was something of a sign of swift progress that he recognized something had happened.

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 07/31/2007 17:13:57

"I have no idea," Siobhan said again, this time frowning slightly. It really was disconcerting to admit. "But you're right. It felt like it kind of...shunted us off someplace. I wonder what it could have been..." He'd never had a glitch with his magic like that before and he'd need to think about that more. Later, though. His magic felt fine now, and there was no doubt in his mind that they'd be able to get back home with no problem.

"Well, whatever it was, we'll worry about it later," he said airily. "We'll just have to extend our honeymoon a little bit longer." The last was said as Siobhan went up on his toes to press a kiss to Seamus's cheek.

	From: _blackirish	Date: 07/31/2007 17:33:29

Seamus's brows met for a moment and then he shrugged it off as well. They could figure that out later. With the press of soft lips to his cheek and the notion of an extended honeymoon, Seamus gave no more thought to the odd magic for the moment. "Well, since you put it that way," Seamus grinned down at him, the suggestion in his smile clearly evident.

There were quaint-looking shops all about as well. Seamus knew it was only a matter of time before Siobhan spotted one he wanted to go into, and before Seamus wound up ready to purchase some pretty thing for him. Either way, Seamus had no qualms extending their honeymoon just a bit longer.

	From: hamlin_graves	Date: 07/31/2007 21:29:37

Hamlin noticed them from across the way. He was heading towards Parliament this morning, taking his time to get there from Samra's house. These two people, confused looking and distinctly different, were obvious to him as inter-dimensional travelers. In order to avoid some kind of scene or any kind of trouble he was quick to cross the street and make their acquaintance. "Good morning," he said cheerfully. "And welcome to Aylasia," he added, as if to answer the question as yet unasked to him. "I should prove myself a good guide if you are in need of one, and I believe I can answer some of your questions, if you should have some."

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 07/31/2007 21:53:32

Siobhan paused mid-step, distracted from the curious little shop claiming to sell wands that had caught his eye. Those eyes now blinked and focused on this friendly stranger. "Good morning!" Siobhan said just as cheerfully. Internally, though, he was on guard; this fellow could be some kind of scam artist for all he knew. "Is it that obvious we're tourists?" He laughed a little. "Well, I suppose the suitcase was a clue, wasn't it?"

	From: _blackirish	Date: 07/31/2007 22:02:54

Seamus eyed the stranger with curious interest. "Aylasia? Is that where we are? Is that this city's name?" Seamus was every bit as intrigued about the place as Siobhan was, and just as on guard. Hell, he was from Boston, and spent the last five or six years in New York. Scamming tourists was sometimes the livelihood of a large city, or at least of some of its patrons. But this place seemed so interesting; he couldn't deny he wanted to know more about it. He shifted his own bag, smaller than Siobhan's, less in it. He'd be carrying both if he hadn't wanted a hand free to twine in Siobhan's.

	From: hamlin_graves	Date: 08/01/2007 07:38:20

That pretty much confirmed his suspicions. He'd have to call on Jones and figure out how they'd gotten wayward travelers. "Actually Aylasia is the world," he said slowly. "The city is New Meridian. I don't think you're from this plane of existence and I'd like you to know how dangerous that might be if anyone," and here was thinking specifically of Gideon Morrow, "were to find out that fact." He wanted to smile and ease up the mood, but he wasn't sure how they'd react to him now.

"I doubt you'll trust me instantly and good on you for not being so gullible, but I assure you I am very trustworthy and will do everything in my power to help you adjust if you're stuck, or find a way out if you're not. Unless of course you like it so much you stay. In which case I can show how we do things, answer any questions. I'm sure it's a lot to take in," he said quickly. He figured it must be a shock to find yourself someplace new, though obviously they'd done some kind of traveling by magic and the very scent of them was fae. Perhaps they were used to peculiar happenings.

"Would you like some lunch?" he offered. "Or perhaps a late breakfast. On me," he added, certain they wouldn't have any munt or geld.

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 08/01/2007 10:03:15

That had Siobhan paying a great deal of attention, the simple fact that magic didn't seem at all out of place here, that this fellow was so calm about mentioning it. "We're not stuck," Siobhan said at length, though he hadn't actually tested that theory out yet. "But thank you for offering your help while we're here, Mister...I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

	From: _blackirish	Date: 08/01/2007 11:41:04

Seamus watched the stranger warily. He wasn't used to a city such as this being so accustomed to magic. So much so even that this man seemed not at all perturbed that they were most certainly not from his world. "Yes, what can we call you?" he asked politely, turning back to him after gazing after a mother and two children leaving the same wand shop Siobhan had spied. "If you're going to be so generous as to offer strangers a meal, we should at least exchange names."

	From: hamlin_graves	Date: 08/02/2007 08:08:25

"Hamlin Graves," he replied, letting a smile slip over his lips. "An honor to meet seasoned travelers," he said cordially and added carefully, "we don't often get your fellows our way."

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 08/02/2007 12:04:12

"Siobhan Callaghan," the little fairy said as he offered a hand. "And this gorgeous fellow here is my husband, Seamus." He couldn't help the way he grinned as he said it. He'd beamed every time he'd used his new name or introduced Seamus while they'd been on their honeymoon; he was still every bit as giddy and excited about it as the day they'd wed. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Graves. Or may we call you Hamlin?"

Such a strange man, this Hamlin Graves, something about him that reeked of old magic, but he seemed to genuinely want to help if only for the moment and there'd be plenty of time for Siobhan to sate his curiosity later. At the moment, food was sounding like a good idea. "I think we'll take you up on that offer of a meal."

	From: _blackirish	Date: 08/02/2007 12:13:42

Seamus smiled then, his grin edgy toward goofy at Siobhan's introduction. He still couldn't get over that, the sound of Siobhan's name with own his attached. And the sound of his stomach rumbling was clear enough sign that he'd most definitely appreciate the meal. "Thank you for your offer," he replied, as they fell in step behind him. "Might I ask, if you're unused to travelers such as ourselves, how is it you don't seem surprised, or taken aback at our sudden appearance?"

	From: hamlin_graves	Date: 08/02/2007 12:27:45

"Just Hamlin suits me best," he added, "though in truth you could call me anything you like. He touched a finger to his nose at Seamus' words as if to say, well noticed, well asked. "I happen to be one of the few who can keep a secret," he said with a boyish wink. He laughed lightly at his own peculiar humor. "I am lucky enough to be the grandson of a very well connected man who passed many of his connections on to me when he gave up such things," he said momentarily, a practiced moment of silence for his practiced lie. Hamlin gestured them into a quiet restaurant down the street, a place where he would be ushered into the quiet back room with little question as to his guests. They would have privacy and food, a perfect atmosphere for candid conversation. "Here we are," he said. "They serve a wonderful soup here, zucchini and some other wonderful vegetable I always forget the name for."

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 08/02/2007 12:57:21

Hamlin was lying. About what, Siobhan couldn't guess, but somewhere in his easy speech there was an untruth hiding. And hiding well. It was only Siobhan's long dealings with humans that had his senses pricking up at it. The knowledge of the lie didn't didn't show in the least in his demeanor, however. Siobhan was all smiles and cheer during the short walk to the restaurant.

The restaurant itself was charming, with comfortable yet stylish decor and dangling lights that lit the interior with soft, warm light. it kind of made Siobhan wish he was wearing something a bit nicer than his navy and white traveling dress, but he figured it would be rude to change in the middle of meal, magic or no. Also, he didn't know what kinds of magic were the norm in this place.

Upon reaching the back room, Siobhan let Seamus pull out his chair for him and pressed another little kiss to the taller fey's cheek in thanks before taking a seat, his suitcase set down beside him. "The soup sounds delicious. And," he added with a little spark of mischief in his eyes. "I think we might have a fitting wine to go along with our meal."

	From: _blackirish	Date: 08/02/2007 13:06:01

Seamus let his hand smooth down Siobhan hair and his back before the blond sat, and then Seamus took the seat nearest him, leaving one across from them for Hamlin. He liked the restaurant immediately, and was intrigued by the decor and the menu.

He smiled again at the mention of the wine. "Yes, this is a bit of a special occasion, isn't it?" Not every day one traveled to a new dimension, accident or no. The wine they'd brought back from Faerie would be wonderfully suitable right now, though really Seamus would take any excuse to drink it. "If you wouldn't mind Hamlin, could you tell us a little about this place? Not just the restaurant I mean." He hadn't noticed the lie; he was less skilled at Siobhan at trapping human falsehoods.

	From: hamlin_graves	Date: 08/02/2007 13:16:53

"Why certainly," he said, sitting back and getting comfortable. He was intrigued by the prospect of wine, his friendship with Jones had merited many such peculiar bottles, his favorite of which was a blue wine that packed a punch.

"There are many things to learn and much I could tell you. Obviously through good fortune we speak the same language. I'm still not sure why that is, but most dimensions use common tongues. I believe some call this English," he said, more uncertain than he'd been since he met them. He shook his head. "Not that it matters much. Common words are simply a wonderful coincidence." He smiled brightly.

"You should always carry an umbrella in Aylasia, and dress in layers. The weather here is uncommonly unpredictable. Too many mages who can control elements about," he added as an aside. "And you should definitely keep that you're out of world travelers a secret. You could easily pretend to be from the other side of the world. Few people in New Meridian travel far from here, it's one of the better places to live," he said honestly, if a little proudly. "So you could even make up where you're from. Few would know the difference if you're a convincing liar."

He took a little breath and looked over to them. "As for people and magic, I'm afraid there is a lot to describe. Am I correct to assume you're fae?" he asked politely. If he was a little more clear on them then he could help explain where they'd fit, maybe eliminating the need to describe everything in detail.

	From: _blackirish	Date: 08/02/2007 14:12:04

"Incredible. And thank you for those words of caution." Seamus listened as Hamlin spoke, one eyebrow almost permanently arched. It was a lot to take in, a lot unlike anything he'd experienced before. People changing the weather at whim, as a commonality. The strange fact they spoke the same language. And the fact that Hamlin had guessed what they were right off the bat.

"And how, may I ask, did you manage to arrive at that conclusion?" It was the right one, of course, but Seamus was honestly curious as to just how much Hamlin knew that he wasn't saying yet. His hand had casually reached over and threaded through Siobhan's yet again, fulfilling that unconscious need to always be touching the blond fairy.

He had one other question to ask, or maybe Siobhan would get to it before him. Were there other people who'd know them for what they were off the bat like that? And how dangerous would that be?

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 08/02/2007 14:34:39

Seamus had voiced Siobhan's own questions with the exception of the last two, which the pixie asked just then. "Should we be worried that we'll be identified so easily?" If so, then perhaps they wouldn't be staying in Aylasia long after all. His fingers tightened briefly around Seamus's. "I'd hate to have to cut our visit short." And that was true. He'd love to learn even more about this world and its inhabitants and magic.

	From: hamlin_graves	Date: 08/02/2007 14:50:50

He answered the last question first: "no. No need to worry about being identified. Faerie folk are common here. I know a fair few, that's how I could tell. I'm not sure if it's the same for you, but our faeries can't stay big for long. They go back to being tiny after a few hours, more or less if they're only part. I know a faerie who can stay mage size for months on end. It would be interesting to meet another fae and compare. I might know one trustworthy enough; I'll have to ask if it's ok," he said. He was thinking of Samra and wondering if she'd let him slip her secret to help these folk. "But I wouldn't worry about it," he said again, as if to doubly placate their fear.

"You seem curious about magic," he mentioned and drew his own conclusions as to why. "Here it is as prevalent as air. Everyone can work magic, most every creature as well. Most of us have familiars, though faeries do not and that will be another indicator to other mages. I cannot speak for my fellows. Not all faeries receive the respect they deserve for their deeds, though that is often the case for what we consider magical beings and not mages. Mages being human and magical beings as everything else," he explained. "As for magic, well, if you can imagine a type of magic we practice it here. I'm fond of spells and experiments myself. And most of us are born with some sort of element ability. Mine happens to be lightning."

He wasn't sure that covered everything, but Molly, a quiet and demure young lady was coming with a tray of food, as if she'd read their minds on what they'd like and brought the choicest selection for them to pick from. "Why thank you Molly," he said warmly and picked out a bowl of rice and vegetables to start with. "A superb selection my dear," an almost old-man nickname for a young girl and such an odd way of saying, though it was something Hamlin didn't bother to correct.

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 08/02/2007 15:14:24

Siobhan selected the same as Hamlin but with a small serving of some kind of fish on the side.

"I'd expected this place to be different," Siobhan said after the girl had left the room. "But I have to say, I never expected the magic to be quite that common. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tickled by the idea." He was excited that they'd be able to use magic without having to hide it. To test the matter out, he summoned the bottle of mushroom wine from his suitcase without have to dig it out, the slender, translucent green bottle appearing in his hand. It's contents glowed faintly and Siobhan held it between his hands briefly to chill it as he spoke. "So mages are humans and any non-humans are consider...magical beings. Hmm. I assume you mean more than just faekind?"

	From: _blackirish	Date: 08/02/2007 15:23:08

Seamus ordered the same as Siobhan, the fish sounding rather enticing. His lips curved at the sudden appearance of the bottle, memories of their first night drunk off the glowing mushroom wine coming back. "Yes, where we currently live," Seamus said carefully, "magic is not at all common, and wouldn't be easily accepted." He couldn't imagine casting magic openly in New York City. While some people would dismiss things as entertainment and show, or insanity, far too many would get far too curious.

He didn't comment on the fey of Aylasia and their apparent inability to hold a glamour for long. Far as he could tell, he and Siobhan could hold theirs indefinitely. There was already a marked difference between them, but Seamus felt no need to point that out.

"So. There are other fey about," Seamus commented, finally admitting they were in fact fairies, though they all knew it by now. "Do they live about here in this city? New Meridian, you called it? Or elsewhere?" He was curious as to the answers to Siobhan's questions as well.

	From: hamlin_graves	Date: 08/02/2007 15:40:21

"Oh yes, magic is everywhere, some might consider it to be everything. Cast as much as you like, you're in good company. You can always pass off magic not familiar to those here as something experimental, even though it might be quite common to you." He smiled. "I've never much liked the classifications myself, but there are old and deep prejudices on the part of mages. Anything that isn't entirely human is considered a being by law. Not that the law differentiates much, it's simply biased categorization. Which brings up another point that will have me off topic. The King of Aylasia and the Parliament like to make laws, quite a few necessary and far more unnecessary. Most first offenses will get you a warning, so I wouldn't worry about violating any terms. But if you are warned by anyone wearing a triangle badge with an eye on it I would take the warning seriously and not repeat the offense, least of all where people might see. Our law enforcement bureau takes itself very seriously."

He took a moment to eat some food and mull over his thoughts and their questions before continuing. "But back to topic," he said finally, "there are several different sorts of beings, familiars as I've said, animal like companions to mages, werewolves, vampires, faeries and all their kin, hobgoblins and fauns. Even demons, though they're long extinct in any physical sense." He knew that demon practices and magic were still alive and well in some parts of the world, even if the original practitioners were not.

"As for faeries, you'll find your distant cousins all around. They live in every town and city, common as the crazy weather. Some walk among mages as mages, for their own reasons they will deny their nature and their magic. I do know there has been some cruelty towards faeries, particularly in regards to their dust. It's a commodity sadly and the sorts of mages I do not share bread with seek to obtain it in less than agreeable ways. In New Meridian, Hamlin, Salem, and some of the nearby towns I can almost guarantee your safety on this matter. Parliament has passed many laws about the trade of faerie dust; it's practically banned here and can only be done if the faerie whose dust is being traded is present and agrees to the proper compensation. It's as good as money," he said. "We trade mostly. Barter goods for services or any combination thereof. We do have some money, but I would keep your money for your return home, should you decide not to stay," he added quickly, already taking a liking to these curious faeries and wondering if they might just settle here, given that magic was fair game. "If you have a need and a little dust you can live quite comfortably without doing much work. Within faerie culture it's a personal choice, some have no care for who has access to dust, but others are not so willing to share."

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 08/02/2007 16:22:49

Siobhan had just begun pouring the wine in the glasses provided, half glasses for Seamus and himself and perhaps a third that for Hamlin - this was potent stuff and he had no idea how it would affect the man - but he nearly dropped the bottle when Hamlin brought up the subject of fairy dust. He looked shocked, almost horrified. "Fairy dust is a commodity?" Common sense suggested that perhaps things were different here, maybe the fairies were suited for shedding their dust in quantity. But Siobhan just couldn't shake his outrage and revulsion. His hand was shaking slightly as he reached for his fork, though his appetite was greatly dampened. "I...I'm sorry. That just...came as a bit of a surprise."

	From: _blackirish	Date: 08/02/2007 16:29:11

Seamus looked sharply at Siobhan at that, steady his arm at first and then simply taking the wine bottle and re-corking it. He squeezed his hand again, thumb rubbing over the back of his palm in soothing circles. "I'm sorry, that's... I can't really wrap my brain around that." He wasn't even perfectly clear on it, but it just seemed to him far to personal a thing to shed dust, almost essences of oneself to be treated as money. "What would be the more common form of currency? Or would that just be more bartering?" Because there was no way he'd use faerie dust like that.

	From: hamlin_graves	Date: 08/02/2007 16:43:18

"You'd align with the faerie purists then," Hamlin said with understanding. "I'm guessing it's a pretty big taboo in your culture." He gave a little nod and tried to understand what that must be like, to have someone tell you something entirely contrary to your teachings, something that would make you shudder in your sleep. "It doesn't seem to be so grave here," he said, choosing his words carefully. "Though I wonder if our faeries just shed more dust." The use of the word shed was key. He knew fae to simply shed in their sleep and hang their sheets up on the line to shake it all off every couple of mornings, some of them keeping it in jars for a rainy day, other simply letting the breeze take it. Perhaps because the very air here was filled with magic it was just more common (or maybe because the fae let their dust take to the air). He couldn't know for sure.

"Barter is most common, but in New Meridian we use geld and munt." He removed two of the coins from his pocket and showed them to the faeries. One was copper and circled with engraved vines. One was gold and shaped like a smooth stone, perfectly polished and rounded into an almost flat, oblong shape. "They have different values to different vendors. You'd think Parliament would set up a base value, but they don't tend to bother since barter is still alive and well."

He came to a sticky part, but since he had wealth enough and was generous to a fault he'd put it out there. "I can help with that if you need," he offered casually. "Actually, we could strike an arrangement. If you come to my house every now and again and tell me stories of your world I'll help you set up in Aylasia, for as long as you'd like to stay."

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 08/02/2007 17:04:01

Siobhan struggled to let the matter of fairy dust pass. Like Hamlin said, things were probably just very different in Aylasia. He let Seamus's gentle touch calm him and took a fortifying sip of his wine. It tingled coolly on the way down, and he mellowed almost immediately.

"We can provide our own funds," Siobhan said after the explanation of currency. It was good to know gold was just as valued here, and Siobhan had plenty of that. And he'd rather not be any more in debt to anyone than he strictly had to be. "But we'll certainly come visit if you can help us arrange for lodgings of our own. That seems fair, doesn't it, Seamus?" He looked to his husband for approval; there was no deal unless they both agreed.

	From: _blackirish	Date: 08/02/2007 17:10:18

In response, Seamus lifted Siobhan's hand and kissed the back of it. "Sounds perfect to me." The fairy dust business aside, he really did want to stay around longer; there was far too much to learn about this place, too much to see to want to leave so soon.

He sipped at his own wine and then smiled at Hamlin, gesturing to his glass. "Please give it a try. Just be careful; it's very strong." Which was why Siobhan had only given him a third of a glass. It was one of few alcoholic drinks that could get Seamus and Siobhan drunk quickly; usually the sheer amount or normal alcohol they needed to consume to get even a buzz was stunning, based on their unique metabolism.

Seamus learned it after his changeover, the first time they drank afterward. It was a good deal they had plenty of funds; with the exception of the mushroom wine, getting drunk would be an expensive endeavor.

	From: hamlin_graves	Date: 08/02/2007 17:16:31

"Wonderful," he said cheerfully. "I'll set you up in one of the apartments I used to have in the city. I don't use them nearly as much as I used to. If you like I'll show you around Hamlin and Salem as well. They're my stomping grounds," he said, again the pride in his home shone through his words. "If you find a more suitable place you're more than welcome to it."

He smiled at the offered wine finally. He didn't want to drink when there was so much to discuss, but he had a decent head for wines. If this was anything like the blue wine Jones brought over... He took his cup and sipped carefully. It was stunning and unusual. He'd be poking Jones for more of this if he didn't think his new faerie friends could procure it easily. "Delightful," he said robustly. "I'm a bit of connoisseur when it comes to foreign wines. This is one of the best," he added admiringly. "Good year?" he asked. If this was a bad year he'd pay them in advance for forty cases.

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 08/02/2007 17:39:10

"Good enough to get the job, done," Siobhan said with a tiny smile, and a warm glance to Seamus before returning his attention to Hamlin. "Though where this particular brew is from, 'years' are purely theoretical measures of time." He arched a brow. "I'm glad you like it. And impressed that you're still sober. Usually, even a sip is enough to give a mortal a nice buzz. But then, you're no mere mortal, are you Hamlin?" he added with a wink, not knowing how close to the mark he was.

	From: _blackirish	Date: 08/02/2007 17:45:30

Seamus was eying Hamlin as he drank - the man grew ever more curious, didn't he? - though he returned Siobhan's glance with a smile just as warm; the love between them was practically palpable. He sipped his wine again and said nothing for the moment, going back to his meal. And then, after he swallowed, he commented, "How fortunate we were to be found by you. Thank you so much for your generous offer. I'm sure we'll enjoy our stay here." For however long that may be.

	From: hamlin_graves	Date: 08/03/2007 08:20:19

Hamlin smiled and his modesty wouldn't allow him to answer that question. Instead he spoke to Seamus' kinds words. "Why yes, it was tremendous serendipity that brought us to the same crossing. I do hope you like it here; I've a feeling you'll fit in perfectly. To new companions and lucky meetings," he toasted, raising his glass of wine before taking a longer draught than the first. His years sharing bottles of wine with Jones led him to a rather high tolerance of alcohol, and he felt mildly pleasant, that slight sensation just before the drunkenness properly begins.

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 08/03/2007 15:32:21

Siobhan raised his glass to the toast and drank. Again he was impressed that Hamlin remained upright - and also curious as to why. Maybe he'd find out during those visits. At the moment, he concentrated on enjoying good food, good wine, and good company.

	From: _blackirish	Date: 08/03/2007 15:46:50

Seamus joined the toast and drank. He could handle a little more of the drink than Siobhan - clurichauns could imbibe a great great deal - but by the time he drained his full glass, he was starting to feel very very pleasant. He was pretty certain another would have him well buzzed, and that same second glass would have Siobhan quite tipsy. Best not to test that here, so he didn't refill his glass. Instead her drank the water served with their meal and finished what he was eating.

"Thank you again for lunch, Hamlin. The food was fantastic, and your generosity is, well, astounding. If you treat all travelers this well, I would wager they'd all find it very hard to leave." He smiled, blue eyes sparkling with intrigue.

	From: hamlin_graves	Date: 08/03/2007 18:59:38

Hamlin smiled. "Thank you for the wonderful company," he said. "And you're welcome." He didn't know what else to say to such compliments; he had heard them before but he never knew how to acknowledge them without sounding pompous. He finished up the glass of wine, now happily buzzed and feeling even more gregarious (as he was wont to do when he was drunk, which was thankfully rare). "I can show you around town a bit, or if you're tired I can take you straight to the apartment."

	From: _blackirish	Date: 08/03/2007 23:15:38

The hand that had been entwined in Siobhan's had rather casually disengaged itself and slipped under the table minutes ago. Now it was placed just this side of indecently high on Siobhan's thigh, slowly and gently kneading firm flesh.

"Oh, we're not tired at all," Seamus responded, "but I'm sure we'd both very much like to see the apartment now. We could call on you for a tour later maybe?" He smiled at Siobhan, his expression guileless, but his hand crept up a little higher and squeezed.

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 08/03/2007 23:46:53

The flush in Siobhan's cheeks very well could have been written off as an effect of the wine - of which he was currently polishing off his second glass. It had refilled seemingly by itself when his first glass had been emptied despite Seamus putting away the bottle. Probably not the wisest thing the fairy had ever done, but he was partial to the wine and he hadn't thought it would hurt any.

And it hadn't. But it certainly made it hard to concentrate on conversation - and decency - when his mind was pleasantly fuzzy from drink and his body was pleasantly warm from Seamus's illicit touching. He found himself parting his thighs and leaning into Seamus as he smiled lazily up at him and murmured, "The apartment. Now. Sounds good." His attention shifted back to Hamlin and Siobhan made an effort to focus on him. "You don't mind, do you? If we take a raincheck on the tour?"

	From: hamlin_graves	Date: 08/05/2007 11:39:02

"Not at all," Hamlin said, remembering the introductions and that this was a married couple who probably wanted private time without an almost stranger tagging along on their romantic vacation. He left a good measure of money on the table, more than enough to cover the bill and tips for everyone in the kitchen and rose easily to lead the travelers to one of his old apartments. He was pretty sure he'd left a key right at the front door, stuck in the stone under a Daemon symbol. He had learned just enough of the language to put it to clever uses, such as hiding keys.

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 08/06/2007 12:54:43

The walk to Hamlin's old apartment was a pleasant blur for Siobhan. He'd been a little unsteady on his feet, but Seamus's arm around his waist kept the little blond from landing on his bottom more than a few times. The whole thing had Siobhan giggling the entire way, pausing occasionally to coo over some quaint shop or wonder over some display of magic not because it was impressive but just because it was.

By the time they reached the building, though, Siobhan had all but forgotten it all. Seamus was a distraction the blond fairy could even consider ignoring, so while Hamlin fussed about for the key, Siobhan went up on his toes so he could nuzzle against his husband's neck and murmur wholly inappropriate things in his ear.

	From: _blackirish	Date: 08/06/2007 13:19:56

It was a test of will, walking to the apartment Hamlin led them to. Seamus's hand kept straying for the neutral territory of Siobhan's waist down over his rear, stopping shy of slipping under the hem of his dress. It was vague thoughts of being uncertain of the city's public decency laws that kept things for getting out of hand.

But by the time they reached the apartment, and Siobhan was whispering in his ear, Seamus had little presence of mind left. While Hamlin got the door open, Seamus scooped the little blond fairy up into his arms, as if fully prepared to carry him over the threshold. And then he captured Siobhan's mouth in his, a deep probing kiss, as if forgetting for the moment that they still had company.

	From: hamlin_graves	Date: 08/06/2007 15:22:30

Hamlin had a sense of appropriateness and looked down from the young lovers, with a big smile on his face. He held out his hand with the key for one of the new residents to take. He was sure the apartment was still very clean; he had spellbound most of the objects to clean themselves at regular intervals. "Enjoy with my compliments," he said kindly and used this opportunity to duck out and allow the couple their privacy.

	From: _blackirish	Date: 08/08/2007 03:04:46

It took a moment to pry himself loose from Siobhan enough to recall Hamlin was still there, but Seamus managed it. He gratefully took the key, even more grateful that Hamlin was giving them the privacy they so needed.

Cradling Siobhan in his arms while opening the door was made easier by the fact that the little blond fairy hardly weighed anything at all. Seamus shut the door behind them, not bothering to inspect the apartment before finding the first comfortable piece of furniture he could - the sofa.

And then he was pressing Siobhan into it, wrapping legs high around his waist. His long lean body covered Siobhan's smaller one, his mouth still fastened to his, his fingers twined in soft blond hair.

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 08/12/2007 01:30:52

Siobhan had the vague impression of inviting rooms and tasteful decor before his back unceremoniously met the sofa cushions. He's was perfectly content to explore their new abode later. It was hard to think of much past the weight of Seamus atop him, the way their hips met, and the determined slant of the larger fey's mouth against his.

Muddled by drink, Siobhan spent a good minute scrabbling at the buttons of Seamus's shirt before he remembered his magic and willed the offending garment out of the way and onto the floor. That accomplished, he made a happy little sound when his hands slid over bare skin and broad shoulders. This was a very good start to their stay in Aylasia, very good indeed.

	From: _blackirish	Date: 08/12/2007 12:39:47

Seamus was not nearly as tipsy as Siobhan; he'd only had the one glass. But his magic was still new so it took him just as long to remember to use it. His tongue curled against Siobhan's, sending little pulses of raw magic along the sensitive organ. His shirt was a memory, crumpled on the floor, and Siobhan's traveling dress what about to meet the same fate.

He ran a finger along Siobhan chest and stomach; the fabric peeled open as if it had a zipper and Seamus would have grinned if he could. Instead he spread large warm hand over fair skin, touching and teasing before fingertips met pierced nipples. Nipping the bottom of Siobhan's lips, Seamus tugged slightly on both piercings, as he situated himself better between Siobhan's legs.

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 08/26/2007 04:07:37

"Mm-unh..." It was a murmur of approval against Seamus's mouth, caught lightly on hitching breath as the little tugs sent tiny jolts of heat straight to Siobhan's cock. Little white teeth caught Seamus's bottom lip in teasing retaliation and the blond fairy giggled as he arched up into those skilled hands. "Mmm, I think - yes, like that - I think y'might be takin' 'vantage of me..."

	From: _blackirish	Date: 08/26/2007 09:30:17

"Mmm" Seamus hummed against Siobhan's lips in reply. "Oh I most certainly am, darling. And you love every minute of it." He nipped back at Siobhan's lower lip, before licking his way back into his mouth.

Drunk Siobhan was a rarity, which was an oddity considering they both worked in a bar. But the sheer amounts of human-processed alcohol it would take to get the fairy even to this point would deplete McGinty's a far more resources than they'd be able to explain away. The glowing wine however did the trick nice and fast, and Seamus was taking this are opportunity.

He tugged again, and then rolled nipples and rings together between his fingers as he shifted again, rubbing himself against Siobhan. He lifted his hips for a moment and magically sent his pants the way of his shirt, down to the floor in a crumpled heap. This time when he pressed against Siobhan, it was naked cock to naked cock and he groaned in deep satisfaction.

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 09/23/2007 12:28:36

Siobhan was about to agree that, yes, he was enjoying every minute of it, but then Seamus's tongue was in his mouth again and he found that far more appealing to occupy himself with than words. He did so with enthusiasm, making the kiss deep and wet, and a little sloppy thanks to the mushroom wine, but no less incredibly good.

But not quite as good as the stabs of pleasure that went through him as Seamus played with his piercings, every tug at his nipples feeling like a matching tug at his cock. His body and his dick jerked in response, forcing his hips up against Seamus, and Siobhan's choked groans were lost between the melding of their lips. He wrapped slender legs around Seamus's hips, booted feet hooking at the base of Seamus's spine, and jerked him down for more of that thrilling friction.

	From: _blackirish	Date: 09/23/2007 14:43:36

Seamus could feel - something he'd comment on later - how much of Siobhan's head was lost to the wine, and it was a perfect balance. He was well-enough beyond tipsy to be even more uninhibited that usual, but not so far gone he'd miss any little detail. Like Seamus arching to catch one nipple ring in his teeth, giving it a tug before taking it and Siobhan's nipple with it into his mouth, sucking hard while still tugging and rolling the other between his fingers.

He wouldn't miss the slick rubbing of Seamus's dick against his nor the feel as Seamus shifted lower and rubbed directly against Siobhan's entrance, a sort of warning as to his next move. Because then he was pressing in inch by inch, a controlled entry that was not very slow. He sent a silent thanks that Siobhan never really needed 'preparing' - the fair was pretty much always ready to go. Because Seamus was in no mind to take his time.

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 10/01/2007 20:23:36

"Ah! God..." Siobhan tore his mouth away from Seamus's to let out the drawn-out shout, coming on the heels of that relentless thrust. It was a welcome intrusion, hot and perfect and Siobhan clung to Seamus, nails leaving little half moons in his shoulders as the fairy levered his hips up to urge Seamus deeper still.

"Ngh..." Yes, just deeper like that.

	From: _blackirish	Date: 10/02/2007 10:32:20

Seamus let out a groan of pleasure as Siobhan's twisting, winding, glorious hips sent him deeper. The pinpricks of pain along his shoulder had him hissing lightly, and he moved, hooking arms under Siobhan's legs to hoist them higher. He drove, hard, deep, in long tortuously slow strokes, that hammered precisely against Siobhan's prostate.

He wanted the fairy begging, mewling, screaming with pleasure and he knew just how to wring every sound he wanted from Siobhan.

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 10/02/2007 13:04:41

And Seamus was incredibly good at it. Those deep, steady, perfectly-aimed thrusts had Siobhan's breathless gasps ratcheting up into high, keening cries in a matter of moments, body clutching at his cock in encouragement. With every slow pump of Seamus's hips, another hot knife of pleasure sliced through Siobhan's body and his hands gripped at Seamus, nails digging deeper into his skin. This was just one of the many reasons why he loved Seamus so much. No one had ever made Siobhan feel like this, and the fairy had no doubt that no one else could.

	From: _blackirish	Date: 10/02/2007 17:44:44

Seamus could feel Siobhan's muscles clenching around him drawing him deeper, asking for more. Seamus swiveled his hips a bit with each thrust but he didn't pick up pace, not yet. He drove in hard, but still nice and slow. He slid hands up Siobhan's chest, fingers closing around nipple rings and tugging none-too-gently. Siobhan's body may have been begging for more, but Siobhan himself wasn't yet, and Seamus wouldn't give in until he made the blond fairy beg.

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 10/04/2007 18:47:42

Siobhan wanted to cry, wanted to scream, wanted to beat at Seamus until he gave him what he needed so desperately. But he could do nothing whine, broken little sounds pushed from him with every thrust and every twist of their hips, made loud and more scattered by the ungentle attention at his nipples. Siobhan's nail's raked hard down Seamus's back and finally he couldn't keep the words from tumbling out. "God, please, Seamu-unh! P-please..."

	From: _blackirish	Date: 10/04/2007 18:55:37

Seamus wanted to draw it out longer, to make Siobhan beg even more, but the nails raking down his back tore a sound of pure pleasure from his throat and his hips drove home hard and fast. He gripped Siobhan's hips, lifting him up off the couch. He plunged in hard and fast, taking no time at all to build a steady rhythm. "This what you want, Siobhan? Hard and fast like this?" There was nothing Siobhan could do but take it, and the thought had Seamus burning even hotter.

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 10/04/2007 19:15:27

The 'yes' that came from him was nothing short of a scream, high and harsh and it very much sounded like Siobhan was dying. Later he would hope they hadn't disturbed the neighbors, but at that moment Siobhan's mind was wiped blank by Seamus's brutal thrusts and the tiny supernovas they had going off in every cell of Siobhan's. He was clawed at Seamus's back like a cat in heat, arched and keened as he plumetted into an orgasm so fierce, his whole body shook.

	From: _blackirish	Date: 10/04/2007 19:23:31

Seamus could not bring himself to care now -- and might not even care later -- if they were being too loud, not when he craved every sound the blond fairy made, craved it like a man dying of thirst in the desert craved even the smallest drop of water.

Each rake of nails at his back had him thrusting harder, faster until Siobhan's muscles clamped around him so hard it damn near hurt. He dug bruises into fair hips as his own orgasm rushed through him with such blinding swiftness it left him howling like an animal. It was purely primal, and he loved every single minute of it.

	From: unseeliebeauty	Date: 10/04/2007 19:37:23

Even after his own release had started to fade to a low golden heat, siobhan still held Seamus tight as he took his pleasure of the fairy's body. His muscles still clung, spasming in encouragment, and the keens quieted to low, appreciative groans until finally, he was left simply gasping Seamus's name against his lips.

	From: _blackirish	Date: 10/04/2007 19:42:05

Seamus was left draped across Siobhan, his chest damp with sweat and pressed against Siobhan's. Lazy fingers twined together, and he pressed lips against skin before letting his head rest where it lay. He was drained, for the moment, but he most certainly wasn't finished making the apartment their own just yet.