[ Simon takes a sip, watching Benedict with that same fond smile. He's really enjoying the chance to talk about this, and the buzz of alcohol is certainly helping his mood. ]
I could not have said it better myself. Your brother and I—at Oxford, we would come to blows over the pettiest of things, but it was never a matter of liking or disliking one another. I imagine it must be the same for you and he.
I'm sure there's an intellectual quote about time healing wounds, but it escapes me at the moment.
[ Brandy and all, making his head a bit fuzzy and his limbs warm and toasty. ]
Oh, absolutely. We've had our fair share of disagreements, especially when it comes to fencing. He accuses us of cheating, but I think we all know that is not the truth.
[ Simon laughs, finishing off his drink and setting it down. If he happens to scoot his chair a little closer, well, he does that too. It's a little breezy with how Benedict's shirt fits, so maybe he's doing it for warmth? Or because Benedict has a lovely smile. ]
Ah, he only does so when he loses, does he not? [ Simon shakes his head, the warmth of the brandy making him feel light and loose. ] I could never best your brother in fencing, he practices too often with you and Colin. Had to make the switch to boxing just so I'd have a sport where I could have the upper hand.
[ See, now they're just two little guys. Conspiring. Thinking. Looking longingly into each other's eyes. Basking in the glow of a little drink, you know. ]
I have, in fact! [ He grins. ] I've tried both Patch's and the Red Emerald. Both have their charms, though Patch's feels more like the gym I frequented with Mondrich, back home. I did so enjoy learning from him -- even if I am still only an amateur.
[ Mondrich... now there's a strong man, right. He's certainly worth watching. ]
Mondrich is bloody intimidating. [ That is one big, sexy man. Like, Jesus Christ. Likely straight as an arrow, shame. ] Patch's does seem like it would suit you more, and do I look like I belong in a ring?
[ that actually has him laughing, reaching for the bottle wherever it is, groping to pour himself another drink. ]
[ Simon has seen him with his wife and family of course, so it's easy for him to say that. But the man is indeed completely straight. A real shame.
Unlike Benedict, of course, who is, well, certainly not the kind of man you find at Patch's in the ring. Maybe in some of their other areas. There's apparently some glory holes there? Hm. Hmmmm. Simon does find himself. picturing it. It's been a very long day and he's emotionally exhausted, you can't blame him. ]
You would be quite a sight, being crushed into the mat, or pinned to the ground.
[ He's just a gooey little guy, let's be real. Benedict remembers when they were younger, before their father passed. Anthony was a very different person.
He is immediately distracted by what Simon says, though, and he chuckles, coughs a little and masks the flush of red to his cheeks by taking a sip of his drink. Or, he tries to mask it, anyway. ]
A funny one, I'm sure. [ More of a croak, there. ]
[ Simon is thinking about it now though. Between missing Anthony and knowing that he brought this onto himself and the memories of trying to cajole Anthony into boxing only for the man to fail miserably and land himself squarely on the mat, sweating and panting. They were indeed days Simon would not soon forget.
Benedict is even softer. He'd fall over flat, carry a look of surprise much like the one on his face presently. Blushing bright red with exertion as all Bridgertons do when they're flustered. Simon can't help it if that's what he likes, if that image in his mind takes hold and won't let go. ]
I disagree. You'd give a valiant effort, I think. [ It's that same image that finds him reaching for Benedict's wrist, just holding him. ] Anthony practiced with you, didn't he?
Edited (changed the order a little for dramatic tension) Date: 2024-08-20 02:19 pm (UTC)
[ He'd end up on his ass immediately. Give him a fencing sword and that might be another story entirely, but boxing, he would not excel in. He's pink cheeked now thinking about it, the idea of looking up at Simon from down on the ground also will not leave his head.
He clears his throat, the fingers on his wrist warm, sizzling his skin heat flooding his body. ]
[ Simon grins, tugging Benedict closer through just that hold. He wants him close—Simon is so lonely (he's not, that's just his brain's excuse,) and Benedict is here, and he's so warm. More than that, Simon isn't blind. Benedict is attractive. His eyes might be blue where Anthony's are brown, but the resemblance is more than just a passing thing. His thumb strokes Benedict's wrist, getting more of that wonderful warm contact. ]
I believe I can.
[ Yeah, alright. Simon knows how Anthony gets when he trounces someone—the arrogant little smirk that can be so frustrating to receive, and so charming. But it's always a look that follows exertion, the two of them panting, bodies warm and alive after a bout or a match. Picturing Benedict, his breaths ragged as his brother looms victorious over him... it makes Simon lean further, closer, nearly dragging his chair before he finally just reaches over with his other arm and lands himself nearly in Benedict's lap.
Nearly. He's stood up now, looming over where Benedict sits and leaning on his chair, his eyes aflame with heat. He'll back off if his attention is unwanted, of course, but he hopes it isn't. ]
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Date: 2024-08-10 04:38 pm (UTC)[ Simon takes a sip, watching Benedict with that same fond smile. He's really enjoying the chance to talk about this, and the buzz of alcohol is certainly helping his mood. ]
I could not have said it better myself. Your brother and I—at Oxford, we would come to blows over the pettiest of things, but it was never a matter of liking or disliking one another. I imagine it must be the same for you and he.
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Date: 2024-08-17 02:51 pm (UTC)[ Brandy and all, making his head a bit fuzzy and his limbs warm and toasty. ]
Oh, absolutely. We've had our fair share of disagreements, especially when it comes to fencing. He accuses us of cheating, but I think we all know that is not the truth.
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Date: 2024-08-17 07:09 pm (UTC)Ah, he only does so when he loses, does he not? [ Simon shakes his head, the warmth of the brandy making him feel light and loose. ] I could never best your brother in fencing, he practices too often with you and Colin. Had to make the switch to boxing just so I'd have a sport where I could have the upper hand.
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Date: 2024-08-18 03:46 pm (UTC)Mhm, yes. When he loses. Boxing though, excellent choice. [ plus, shirtless. ] Have you engaged in that here? There's several gyms, I'm told.
[ benedict would be shit in the ring but you bet your ass he'd come watch. ]
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Date: 2024-08-18 04:33 pm (UTC)I have, in fact! [ He grins. ] I've tried both Patch's and the Red Emerald. Both have their charms, though Patch's feels more like the gym I frequented with Mondrich, back home. I did so enjoy learning from him -- even if I am still only an amateur.
[ Mondrich... now there's a strong man, right. He's certainly worth watching. ]
Have you ever considered learning?
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Date: 2024-08-19 01:05 pm (UTC)Mondrich is bloody intimidating. [ That is one big, sexy man. Like, Jesus Christ. Likely straight as an arrow, shame. ] Patch's does seem like it would suit you more, and do I look like I belong in a ring?
[ that actually has him laughing, reaching for the bottle wherever it is, groping to pour himself another drink. ]
I'd be crushed into the mat.
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Date: 2024-08-19 03:10 pm (UTC)[ Simon has seen him with his wife and family of course, so it's easy for him to say that. But the man is indeed completely straight. A real shame.
Unlike Benedict, of course, who is, well, certainly not the kind of man you find at Patch's in the ring. Maybe in some of their other areas. There's apparently some glory holes there? Hm. Hmmmm. Simon does find himself. picturing it. It's been a very long day and he's emotionally exhausted, you can't blame him. ]
You would be quite a sight, being crushed into the mat, or pinned to the ground.
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Date: 2024-08-20 12:51 pm (UTC)[ He's just a gooey little guy, let's be real. Benedict remembers when they were younger, before their father passed. Anthony was a very different person.
He is immediately distracted by what Simon says, though, and he chuckles, coughs a little and masks the flush of red to his cheeks by taking a sip of his drink. Or, he tries to mask it, anyway. ]
A funny one, I'm sure. [ More of a croak, there. ]
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Date: 2024-08-20 02:17 pm (UTC)Benedict is even softer. He'd fall over flat, carry a look of surprise much like the one on his face presently. Blushing bright red with exertion as all Bridgertons do when they're flustered. Simon can't help it if that's what he likes, if that image in his mind takes hold and won't let go. ]
I disagree. You'd give a valiant effort, I think. [ It's that same image that finds him reaching for Benedict's wrist, just holding him. ] Anthony practiced with you, didn't he?
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Date: 2024-08-26 12:56 pm (UTC)He clears his throat, the fingers on his wrist warm, sizzling his skin heat flooding his body. ]
He did. I think you can guess who won.
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Date: 2024-08-26 02:57 pm (UTC)I believe I can.
[ Yeah, alright. Simon knows how Anthony gets when he trounces someone—the arrogant little smirk that can be so frustrating to receive, and so charming. But it's always a look that follows exertion, the two of them panting, bodies warm and alive after a bout or a match. Picturing Benedict, his breaths ragged as his brother looms victorious over him... it makes Simon lean further, closer, nearly dragging his chair before he finally just reaches over with his other arm and lands himself nearly in Benedict's lap.
Nearly. He's stood up now, looming over where Benedict sits and leaning on his chair, his eyes aflame with heat. He'll back off if his attention is unwanted, of course, but he hopes it isn't. ]
Care to show me?