amicustenebris | Duplicity

It's a good guess.

This would be easier if I had something other than just the one photo to go off of, but between that and your voice and our conversation...

You strike me as the kind of guy who would be right at home in a cozy cottage at the edge of the woods, full stuff but not cluttered, not even controlled chaos. With high ceilings and lots of open space, but also textures? Leather armchairs and wooden floors, lamps instead of overhead lights, a stone fireplace?

I happen to like a little bit of clutter. But beyond that.

You have me at something of a disadvantage.

[ Johnny laughs again, shaking his head as he responds to the text. ]

I didn't mean to make you feel that way. For what it's worth, I've lived in every sort of scenario, and am old enough that I appreciate modern conveniences for what they are. I'm a bit partial to more contemporary interior design, but that's a recent thing. Ultimately, my preference is just for comfort and luxury.

I can appreciate it, but I like character. There should be a story.

I like that. I miss that sort of thinking--it's been too long I've lived anywhere I couldn't let go of.

And then there's this place.

Aaaaaand then there's this place. Which, not to sound like I'm complaining, but most definitely leaves something to be desired. On the other hand, any shelter is better than none.

But if you're working, either way that means your needs are being met in that regard, yes?

I work to stave off boredom and to, hopefully, meet other people. As for blood, I have friends who've volunteered. I'm lucky that I don't need to drink particularly often.

I meant more that, submissives do not work unless they are contracted, and dominants are guaranteed private housing.

Oh, that. Submissives can work if you get a Dom to vouch, and the owners of the club are, obviously, Doms. I got the job before I got contracted.

Correction noted. But you have somewhere to go when the sun comes up, at the very least.

Thankfully. I wouldn't last very long otherwise.

I imagine not.

[ He inwardly scolds himself; he can tell there's something when concern starts to rear its head, even if it is minimal. And recent events can only make him second-guess that even more. ]

The City is full of big buildings, thankfully, that if I do end up caught outside I can hide until it's dark enough. Or, you know, find myself a big umbrella and raincoat. Not really the most attractive, but that sort of situation always prioritizes function over fashion.

I'm sure there are not many here that would refuse you shelter, given the circumstances. Storefront or otherwise.

It may not be super obvious, but I don't advertise

[ a long, telling pause, and then his next text comes through practically audible with sheepishness ]

Okay maybe I kind of do advertise being a vampire. But the POINT is that I work in the Up and I live in the Down and sometimes getting from one place to another is a little harrowing.

That sounds inconvenient. Haven't much experience, but wondered how it's even managed, at the very least.

I lived with both my past Doms, but my current contract isn't quite the same. Which, don't get me wrong--I really like her. But I don't want to put that sort of pressure on her.

[ He's still a little thrown at the notion that he's being chatted up at all, even before taking into account that there is already a contract signed with someone else. But he's going to have to get used to that, isn't he? Quotas remain regardless of papers. ]

Generally, I thought the pressure came chiefly from the other side.

[ Aren't they supposed to shoulder that sort of thing? ]

It depends on the sort of contract you make, I think. Mine is purely friendship and necessity--both of us had deadlines coming up. And besides, City or not, subs should take care of their doms just as much as the other way around. It just might not be in ways as obvious.

I suppose I won't know until I make one.

[ Is it possible for doubt to come through via text? Whether it's for how his contract will be ordered, whether he believes caretaking must go two ways, or whether he will make one at all.

It would be so easy to blame Carver for this if he weren't making an effort in not thinking about all that. ]

How much time do you have...?

Until early May.

[ And then of course there is work, there's meeting the quota again. This place really does not care for people finding something to think about other than its particular brand of madness. ]

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