knightofmercury | OOMM: The Crossing Star (Frederick and Alec)

OOMM: The Crossing Star (Frederick and Alec)

Frederick is leaning against the bar at the Crossing Star, idly watching the colorful bustle going on around him, while the barkeep fetches his drink. It's rather busy tonight, the sort of night when you could think you saw someone you recognized, then quickly lose track of them. Which has happened to Frederick more than once already, as his glance has been darting around—there are always too many faces in a place like this that are at least somewhat familiar to him.

He's here alone tonight. No one at Dawnbright seemed to want to come with him.

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"Marriage. Women. All of it." He slouches more.

Frederick laughs.

"What about romance?" he asks. "Does that disgust you?"

Alexander frowns for a moment as he thinks about that one. He then gives a shrug. "I don't know. Never had to deal with it before."

At least he's honest.

Frederick folds his hands and rests his chin on top of his fingers, smiling in a way that's somehow both sweet and distinctly not-so-sweet.

"You do realize you can have it without either, don't you?" he purrs, in a low voice so as not to be heard by anyone not sitting at the table. "Marriage and women, I mean."

From the expression on Alec's face, it is clear that such a thought never ever crossed his mind.

At all.

"You can?"

A slow grin spreads across Frederick's face.

"Of course you can."

He watches, and waits for that to sink in.

It takes a rather brief moment for it to do that.

"OH. oh. Well. Oh. Oh.. . "

Frederick leans onto one hand. He glances around a bit.

"I'd elaborate, but some of the details aren't considered fit for discussion among polite society. But I'm certain you catch my drift?"

Deciding to go with it, because, well, it'd annoy people back home. It is clear, as he leans forward, that he really only has the vaguest idea of what he's doing though.

"Do you consider this polite company?"

"I consider this a public setting," Frederick replies, glancing at various other patrons again.

"Should I consider you polite company?" he asks, amused and curious.

"Would I be more interesting if I wasn't?" Alec asks.

It's really new territory for him where they're going, but he's interested and curious. Fredrick seems nice enough, but he's never been known for his taste in any reality.

"Polite society is rather boring, don't you think?"

Frederick knows exactly what Alec is asking, but he's going to toy with him a bit, dancing around the issue. He smiles innocently.

"Considering the people I've met in polite society lately, yes, I would have to say that is rather dull." Alec has had more than enough polite society since he's been in London and he's not been there very long at all.

"Mm."

Frederick leans back in his chair, crossing his legs.

"So tell me, where are you staying currently?"

"With my godfather," Alec says with a disinterested shrug.

He names a semi-upper class neighborhood of which someone else beyond the mun would know what they meant.

Frederick's fiddling with his gloves again, seemingly as disinterested.

"I've been there-- that's a lovely little part of London," he says. "I suppose your godfather was told to keep an eye on you. I hope he hasn't burdened you with a curfew or any ridiculous thing like that?"

"He's actually a bit ridiculous. Obsessively trying to keep me ... safe." Alec wrinkles his nose. It's a kinda cute gesture.

"It took forever to convince him I didn't need a chaperon."

Frederick taps his chin. That's not what he was hoping to hear... The thought might be more trouble than it's worth.

"That's a shame. I suppose he would notice if you were absent for too long?"

"Even if he does, then what? It's not like he can track me down," Alec says. "I can go where I want."

"Oh, but would you not get in terrible trouble?" Frederick practically sings, his tone horribly teasing, like he's talking to a little boy.

"So you're saying you do want me to go back there then?" Alec asks, switching the game around a bit.

Ooh, interesting…

Frederick would be lying if he said he didn't feel a slight thrill with every turning of the tables, even a partial one, and this time is no exception. He's quiet for a brief moment, trying to decide what angle to take here. Maybe poke at him a little longer… see if he bites.

"I've learned many things through the course of my various… experiences," he says slowly, his tone nonchalant. "And one of those things is that you should never come between a caretaker and his charge. You never know how deep he has his claws in.

"For that reason, I tend to associate with… well, let's say more mature men, who aren't tied down by things like chaperons."

He's being a little irritating, on purpose.

"He doesn't have any claws in me, thank you very much," he says with a bit of an irritated sniff.

"And having a chaperon has nothing to do with a person's maturity level, just their age."

Frederick sighs lightly, his tone almost in a sing-song.

"Still, your mental state of maturity can't do much to help your physical one. And it certainly doesn't erase the possibility that I might be implicated, if your dear godfather decides to track down the fiend who dared to keep you out past your bedtime."

He gets up out of his chair as if to leave, but comes around the side of the table, leaning in to bring his face close to Alec's.

"Because I really must confess, I'm a terrible influence on any young thing that happens to spend any significant length of time in my company," he adds, in a low voice.

Alec gets a flustered look on his face. He doesn't back down when Fredrick puts his face close to his, but it's clear that he doesn't know how to respond to the other man. He wants to protest that he's not a 'young thing', though he's already pretty much admitted it with the needing of a chaperon.

He's young. He's stupid. And he's quite willing to jump into anything that Fredrick suggests to prove other wise.

"I don't see how," he manages to get out.

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