lostcarnival | [CLOSED] Froggie went a courtin' and he did ride uh huh!

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[CLOSED] Froggie went a courtin' and he did ride uh huh!

Who: Psionic and Gottlieb
What: A date!
When: S1:D16, after closing
Where: Psi's trailer
Warnings: ~~Dog Marriage~~ Nothing! ... yet.

Some people would not have taken such an offer seriously. They would have laughed it off as an obvious refusal of their (admittedly very forward) affections and gone about their merry way.

Gottlieb was not one of those people, and not just because he wasn't really a 'people' anymore.

No, he had wasted very little time in following up with the troll on when they might have the date he'd been offered. In fact, the very next time he saw him he'd cheerfully brought up the matter, and much to his delight and arrangement had been made. They would get together after show hours, and... well. Beyond that, he wasn't quite sure! Truth be told, he hadn't enjoyed company of this particular sort since his time as a human, and he knew things had to have changed a bit since then. Not to mention, his new handsome acquaintance wasn't human himself!

As the promised meeting time approaches he nears the trailer door, wildflowers he'd gathered clutched in one hand as the other goes to knock. He's not really nervous, at all -- just incredibly excited, beaming from ear to ear as he hums a cheerful tune to himself.

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Cute! He called him cute! It was one of those modern terms of endearment he'd learned, and it tickled him right to his toes. Why, he almost feels as if he could fly to the wheel now.

But he can't. He's pretty light on his feet though, and when they arrive he'll open the door to allow Psionic to slip in first.

"After you, my dear."

He quirks an eyebrow at Gottlieb, amused by the gesture even as he thinks it strange. The human idea of subservience being romantic has always been a bit of an odd quirk to him, but he doesn't question it, sliding into the seat without a word before looking towards his date.

"Whenever you're ready." He'll be the one operating the wheel, of course. It's nothing more than the twist of a key and the pull of a lever with his psionics to start. There's a dim purple glow on he focuses on it, before slowly the ride begins to move.

"I don't even remember the last time I actually rode this thing." After all, when you could fly the thrill of being 'up high' stopped being quiet as thrilling.

His date may be trying to make casual conversation, but that will have to wait a moment while Gottlieb totally forgets his fear of the ride in order to gape in awe.

"Was ... are you a warlock?!"

Really, he'd never met a warlock. Only witches. But he knew they existed in his world, so it's a logical conclusion to leap to for him.

Psi laughed loudly before he could stop himself. He tried to hid it behind his hand, but it was a useless gesture. He knows Gottlieb is being serious, it's just such a ridiculous assumption to make.

"No! That was just telekinesis." At least, he assumes that's what prompted the strange question.

"... and that is not magic?" Gottlieb asked, tilting his head to one side like a confused animal.

It was always a little embarrassing when he was presented with a word he didn't know, but he seemed comfortable enough with Psi to think he wouldn't tease him too terribly about his ignorance.

And he doesn't, just shaking his head in answer.

"It's similar, but magic is because of outside power and psychic powers are just because of your brain."

Honestly, it was such a familiar thing to him he probably wasn't the best person to explain it, but he would try anyway.

"If I focus I can move things."

He shrugs, EASY PEASY. As they talk the ferris wheel keeps turning, slowly and stopping for just a moment every few seconds or so. They're already halfway up.

At the very least, trying to understand is keeping the vampire distracted from the height. He leans in to stare at Psi's head as if he can somehow see his brain making this 'telekinesis' through skin and hair.

"Your brain produces magic? How very incredible! You are truly a wondrous being, Sir Psionic."

He holds back a laugh as he shakes his head. Seemed like he really wouldn't be able to explain this. Oh well, brain magic was probably close enough. He leans forward, resting an elbow on the car's safety rail and resting his chin in his hand as he watches Gottlieb.

"I am pretty great, but you don't have to call me Sir. Not unless your into that kind of thing anyway."

"Ah, I am merely being polite I suppose," he laughs, "I am still somewhat walking on air to be out with you."

Yes, the 'into that kind of thing' is going to fly right over his wigged head. He finally realizes how high they've gone, and a surprised gasp escapes his throat. Without thinking about it, he moves to cling against Psi, maybe trembling ever so slightly.

He's a bit surprised by Gottlieb's reaction, but he doesn't push him away. He wraps his arm around the smaller man's shoulder, honestly feeling a bit concerned. Though, it is nice to have someone clinging to him like that, kind of cute really.

"Walking on air isn't so dangerous when you're with me."

As it sinks in for Gottlieb what he's done, he does look sheepish for a moment, but when the arm wraps around him that melts into a warm smile and a low coo.

"What a chivalrous gentleman. I feel quite secure in your company."

His previous fear has once again been quelled as he enjoys the affectionate attention. Perhaps being stuck here for awhile wasn't so bad.

"Secure enough to give me that kiss?" Psionic asks shifting a bit so his lips are nearer Gottlieb's own.

"I was ready to give you that from first glance," he returns, showing not a hint of coyness as he leans in to close the distance with a solid press of lips.

Old fashioned he may be in many aspects, but it's clear that Gottlieb has had his fair share of smooching sessions. It's been awhile since the last one, but it must be like riding a bicycle.

Or, in his case, a horse.

With all the blushing and polite asking to hold his hand Psi is a bit surprised that Gottlieb responds to his flirtations so easily, but he is in no way disappointed. He kisses back without hesitation, and there's no way he could ever forget how to do this. The ferris wheel slows to a stop as is it's pattern when one of it's cars reaches it's zenith. The stars in the sky above them seem closer than ever before, but the Psionic doesn't even notice them until he breaks from Gottlieb's lips.

It takes a beat or two of getting a hold on his happily swimming brain before the vampire also notices the stars. That isn't normal, he knows, but really at the moment he didn't especially care. The car could get stuck up there all night if it wanted to at this point.

"Mm, it feels so nice after so much time. Thank you for sharing it with me, Psionic."

When was his last kiss? It would have been when he was still human. Before he was sent away from Vienna. Perhaps in the back of a tavern under the cover of a table. You couldn't linger very long, so they tended to be quite quick and desperate. But here... there was nobody to hide from. They had plenty of time. It was a wonderful feeling.

Hearing Gottlieb call him his title, after such a moment, it's... Uncomfortable. As much as the Psionic enjoyed his title there were some moments were it just didn't fit. Like clothing you'd outgrown without knowing, it pulled at his skin and itched at the sleeves. Before coming here most people the Psionic had been intimate with had known his hatch name, they were people he was close to and felt comfortable sharing that kind of information with. Since coming here he'd fooled around with quite a few people, but he'd never really gotten that close to anyone like he had the people he'd left at home.

In the heat of the moment it was pretty easy not to think about something so trivial as titles and hatch names. Sometimes though, the heat of the moment just wasn't heated enough. He doesn't want Gottlieb to think he's made a faux paus, because he hasn't, but it's hard not to hear his title in a moment like this and not think of home. The stars around them are bigger and brighter than they've ever been. They just make Psi think of the things he'd rather not return to and the people he feels he's betrayed by staying here.

He pushes the thought from his mind, forcing himself to focus on the here and now. His hand finds it's way to Gottlieb's thigh, and he grips it gently.

"We could share a lot more. If you wanted."

Of course, Gottlieb has no clue of the inner turmoil he's just caused. He's looking at his new friend with the same whimsical smile he has been, cheeks flushed and heart pounding away in his chest.

Then, the grip to his thigh happens. It sends a quiver of excitement up his body, and he swoons so hard he's worried for a second he may pass out.

"I... I would be most honored." he says when he finds his voice.

There was no need, he thought, for the other to know just how much new ground would be broken if he was implying what he suspected he might me.

Psi's smile becomes a lot more real at the response.

"Well then, what are we waiting for?" He asks, grinning wide as he lifts the safety bar from in front of them. The ride car shakes as he stands abruptly, holding out his hand for Gottlieb.

There's an unsure expression from Gottlieb when the other stands, and even a little more trepidation at the shaking beneath him. He looks up at Psi, swallowing hard, before reaching out to take his hand.

He pulls Gottlieb closer as their hands clasp. Holding the smaller man to himself he lets himself fall forward, using his psionics to catch them as the fall and lift them high into the air again.

The sound Gottlieb makes is some lovechild of a scream and a whimper, but he feels a little foolish once they're lifted back up again. He gives the other an apologetic look, laughing nervously against him.

"Y-you've certainly given this old heart a thrill."

The scream is slightly surprised, but not too off-putting. He grins sheepishly afterwards, feeling a bit bad, he'd done it without thinking.

"Sorry, but I wouldn't let you fall. So don't worry."

"Mm, I believe you," Gottlieb says in a breathy tone, "I suppose my reflexes should listen more to my brain."

He'll lean forward to plant another kiss, although the racing heart is probably able to be felt with them pressed together.

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