[Johnny Silverhand despises liars. Yes, sure. He had to utter a few white lies to get out of some difficult circumstances, some of which were potentially fatal, but he wasn't a blatant liar like this pale-ass elf. Astarion's fury is practically palpable at this point. It's a lot to process, especially because Taryon doesn't appear to know what to make of it.
Poor guy. Taryon looks like a deer in headlights right now. Johnny can't help but roll his eyes. He's losing his patience with this bullshit and it shows. One part of him wants to scorch earth and lay into the both of them about this whole nonsense, but that would be boring.
So why not make a game of it? A smirk curls onto his lips when Taryon mentions playing cards.]
How about Strip Poker? [He asks with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.] That way we know exactly who's workin' with what.
[He is offended, though maybe not how Johnny was aiming for. He has been naked in front of all sorts of men, so Johnny is absolutely no threat to his modesty nor his beauty. However, his mind went right to how Taryon couldn't even soak in a Jacuzzi bath with Astarion without being anxious and putting on a swimsuit. If this odd, sudden challenge was going to disconcert anyone it would be him.]
With such a childish suggestion you might as well play music so Taryon and I can play musical chairs.
Childish? [He bristles visibly after that little comment. Once again, Johnny is giving this gaudy pale elf another pointed glare.]
So says the bitchy input who's surprised his new boytoy has "friends."
[He gives Astarion one of his best alligator-esque grins before returning his beautiful guitar to its case. To be honest, he is no longer interested in playing for either of them. The mood has faded, and the vibes have been killed.]
[Taryon stiffens at the horrendous idea of Strip Poker.] No, I'm not—
[Games of a sexual nature were not designed for nerdy Roch boys. Though it's not a suggestion he anticipated, Tary can brush it off as a joke made in poor taste. After all, most of Vox Machina could be as bad as Johnny.
But Astarion. Astrion, who had to undress for others' needs and will. With scars on his back that will surely draw questions. Taryon doesn't care about the bad idea, he's worried how this will upset his boyfriend, who does not sound happy at all.
He makes a small noise, a premature attempt to speak. His head swivels between the two men.]
Really, I'm not angry. I don't like either od those ideas, so maybe we can try something else...?
[His eyes widen again as this man calls Taryon a...a boytoy? Oh, his instincts are burning inside of him, but he just calmly, if in a very biting tone, replies:]
I'm sorry, of course we can try something else, since Taryon obviously can have as many friends as he pleases and have them over to play games or listen to music. [He looks at Taryon, an eyebrow raised.] Tell me, my dear, do you have many friends that call you a "boytoy"?
[Johnny is literally dripping with sarcasm at this moment. Astarion's entire demeanor is a red flag. This guy seems as controlling and narcissistic as some of his exes. Johnny avoids relationships like the plague because people always think they own him. It's one of the reasons why Johnny typically avoids having a relationship with others, especially with manipulative fucks like Astarion.
After fighting tooth and nail for his freedom from the military and then the record labels, Johnny isn't about to do it all over again thanks to some clingy fucker with an attitude problem. Fortunately, he doesn't have to worry about that, but Taryon should start thinking for himself.]
That is until you find some way to start a problem because you're jealous.
[He searches his jacket's pockets for a cigarette. These two irritate him so much that he needs to smoke.]
[There are some serious conversations he must have with both of these guys, but that has to wait until they're separated. One of them has to leave first, or Taryon has to tell both of them to leave his room and he'll spend the night alone. Then, he has to figure out how to confront his friends without wishing to be swallowed by the ground.
Like Johnny, he needs something in his mouth to handle all this. He twists the top of the bottle of peach tea and takes a big swig of the subtle, sweet drink.]
...I have be called a pretty boy by my friends. I thinks that's close enough. [A forced grin directed at Astarion. Gods, it feels like he's on the verge of slapping Johnny. When did he get so jealous? He used to think that the only issue was being oblivious to Astarion's flirting back then.]
I'm sorry for...[shit, who should he apologize for?] All this. I thought this would be a fun time to get to know each other, but...
[Putting him on thr spot with no warning ears that he doesn't have hours to prepare a speech. He has no argument that can calm both of them, and now they're arguing about his feelings while he's sitting right there. Maybe not out of malice, this isn't his father planning an arranged marriage purely for financial gain behind his back, but Taryon is being flung back to the not so distant past when his thoughts were irrelevant. He was the heir, a thing to show off to other families like the expensive furniture. Or he was the intruder to an established mercenary group who was both a figure of ire and of entertainment.
He's not someone filling the role of a naive damsel about to be swept away by a rogue. He takes another large gulp of the tea.] You know, you don't have to fight over me. I am literally an adult and I'm fine with dating who I want and having friends over. I think that's normal? Inviting people over? [A side glance at Astarion, then a questioning looking at Johnny. He surely must have had a more normal childhood to better answer this.]
I'm sorry, was I out of line for finding it startling that the guest my boyfriend had over was someone that he fooled around with at a party? [Was he not allowed to have any sort of feeling about that? Yes, he had been eying Johnny when he saw him in the room before he even remembered who he was, but it wasn't as if he had laid in with the cattiness or secretly mouthing death threats to the man behind Taryon's back.
He stands, gathering up his kit.]
If I'm the problem here, I'll take my leave. It's not my home, after all, and far be it for me to dictate myself Taryon's keeper. [He looks at Taryon.] I have no reason not to trust you.
[And it's true, Astarion doesn't. Taryon liesexaggerates his tales, but he isn't, well, he's not like Astarion.]
Boyfriend, this. And boyfriend, that. [Johnny sighs with frustration as he places the cigarette in his mouth. He takes a second to light it before continuing.] I didn't even know you existed.
[Which is rather telling, especially since Taryon seemed to omit that information. That's why Johnny gives the blond such a withering glare. Why the hell didn't he mention Astarion before? Like, what is his angle here? Johnny doesn't like getting dragged into bullshit, unless it's his own creation, so he's a little surprised by this turn of events.
Anyways, back to the drama.]
Also, the term "fooled around" is quite broad in this context. Maybe a few flirty jokes and some kissing—that's it.
[He gives Taryon another menacing look. Yeah, he's pissed. Beyond pissed. It's a miracle that Johnny didn't just pick up his guitar case and smash it into someone's head at this point.]
You didn't even get to first base, choom!
[When Astarion begins to gather his belongings, he blows a puff of smoke into the air. Johnny doesn't care who leaves at this time. He's tired of everyone and everything associated with this "lover's quarrel." Johnny fucked supermodels and celebrities back in the day. He was a literal sex icon in the 2020s. So he already had his fun, so all of this just feels meaningless to him. Taryon is a nice guy and all, but he doesn't even hold a candle to Alt.]
You know what? Fuck you both, I'm out.
[With that said, he gets up and reaches for his guitar case.]
[With each word, Taryon winces. At each farewell, he grits his teeth. He fucked up. He made a horrible mistake. He should have told Johnny right away that his boyfriend might stop by. He should have told Astarion that he was inviting someone over.
But did he have to? Why couldn't they stop sniping at each other? Or technically, they have. They just learned that someone else is to blame.
He stands up, unplugs his music player, tucks it into his drawer, puts away his deck of cards, and plants the bottle onto his nightstand.]
Alright. You two can leave my room. [His voice is not raised, nor is he making himself quiet. It's the gentle tone he uses when he's not trying to brag or impress others.] I can spend the day with Doty.
[Johnny's unimpressed expression suggests that he no longer wants to speak. Fuck, he doesn't want to be around people anymore. However, the change in Astarion's tone, combined with the inquiry, catches him off guard.]
What?
[He places his distinctive sunglasses back on his face. These are his "fuck off" sunglasses. They are pretty stylish.]
No! No, he didnt-- he said you didn't have sex, so...
[His voice peters out as he tries to remember what all was said that night, before Astarion had interrupted Taryon's story. Had his mind, so broken by decades of planning so salaciously, filled in the gaps as if Taryon had said it so directly?]
[Tary is deliberately turning his head to the window and avoiding either of their faces. Did he tell something more serious happened to Astarion? Has his mouth run off with embellishments to make himself more impressive and skilled? He didn't even know he had to hold back, he wasn't even aware of Astarion's feelings.
But Astarion assumed something. Yes, they didn't have sex, but what on earth was he imagining? Taryon turns to check Astarion's expression: unsure, also recalling what was said that night.
Taryon's brown furrows.] What did you think we did?
[He lets out a long-suffering sigh before taking a much-needed drag on his cigarette. This is the longest fucking day of his life. Even longer than the time V decided to help Judy save Clouds hookers from the Tyger Claws and nearly got his head blown off.
This is the pits.]
Welcome to another drama-filled episode of Watson's Whore. I'm your host, Johnny Silverhand.
[Sarcasm aside, Johnny keeps on smoking with a look of genuine fatigue on his face.]
[Taryon isn't sure if he should he angry at Astarion or at himself. This whole thing is a mess. He doesn't respond to his leaving, though he gives Johnny an equally tense at his comment.]
You can leave, too. We'll...I'll talk to you later.
[He holds out a hand towards the door.]
But you really didn't have to call me all those things.
[Honor? Honor. Yeah, whatever. Johnny is so sick of these medieval twinks he could hurl. He waves Astarion off with a cheeky wave before turning his frustration directly towards Taryon.]
How about you try being honest with folks before attempting to act self-righteous, asshole.
[The night after Johnny visited was restless. Taryon wished that he was irresponsible enough to get drunk and force himself to sleep, but the potential hangover frightened him, so he was stuck in his bed, unable to replay the disastrous confrontation and repeat to himself that everything was his fault. It's his fault that both Astarion and Johnny were angry at him (no doubt Astarion was angry because Tary didn't convince him enough that there was nothing between him and any other man), and that he could have diffused the situation if he weren't caught off-guard.
That morning, waking up to Astarion's text, Tary knows that this may be the only time he has the courage to reach out to the other wronged man. Otherwise, they're going to go on a mission avoiding each other, and someone will die. ]
Doty, [He addresses his automaton.] If only we could leave this building, I would treat ourselves to some good food, or perhaps a movie. This is the worst. Even Vex forgave me when I apologized for ruining her room. This isn't as easy, is it?
[But the metal machine cannot offer words of comfort, only a monotone:] Tary.
Yes, yes, I know. But thanks. That helps.
[With a deep breath, he closes his eyes and hits the "send" button. Then closes the messenger application and turns on the television to distract himself.]
I want to apologize again for yesterday. I was deceitful and withheld critical information from both of you, and you were treated horribly by someone I thought I trusted. I haven't seen Astarion act like this before, and I am horrified at what he called you.
But you should not have tried to make it worse. If you dislike him, just say so without making jokes at my expense. It was kind of creepy for a while.
So, again, I'm sorry and if there is any way I can make it up to you, tell me. I will talk to Astarion about what happened, but I wanted to talk to you myself.
[Taryon is not the only one surviving on a few hours of sleep. Johnny decided to keep quiet for the remainder of the evening and try to work on some music in peace. The trouble was that he couldn't focus. His mind was spinning out of control after that stupid incident. He spent the entire night thinking about Alt, how they fucked, argued, and loved at the same time.
While Alt and he were never exclusive, he did love her in his own odd way. He just couldn't admit it. The same thing happened to Kerry. They'd argue like cats and dogs one moment and then fuck like animals the next. It was a continual drama between them, with performances that often resulted in broken noses and split lips. However, it was natural...authentic.
The same may be stated for his relationship with V. However, Johnny doesn't wish to open that can of worms. His feelings for V are more convoluted than he could have imagined.
He was in the middle of this depressive thought when he received a notification on his phone. It's Taryon. When Johnny saw the text, he let out an annoyed groan. He is tempted to simply block him and be done with it. Whatever is going on between Taryon and Astarion is none of his concern. He doesn't care. Let the medieval twinks be assholes on their own time.
However, his first mistake was actually reading the text.]
Creepy? You know what's creepy? You insinuating we did more than just "chat," Taryon. That's what the fuck was really creepy here. Or how about you not coming clean about you having fucking input--I mean, boyfriend? Seriously, choom. Don't you sit there like you didn't play a role in this shit.
Also, Astarion is a complete asshole! He went from zero to sixty in 2.5 seconds all because you had me there. He's ridiculous and you're ridiculous.
[Fuck. Shit. The consequences of his actions have come to destroy him and his friendship. It's one thing to lie about actually looking for a one-night stand and realizing later that he made a fool of himself. It's another to relish in winning a few minutes of a man's company to the point that another gets jealous and the first one just feels...
Shit. Taryon has become the scoundrel of a bard that Vox Machina often rants to him about. Not a womanizer, exactly, but disrespectful to would-be lovers. A sleazy creep, as Percival said.
But on the other hand, why should he tell him right away that he has a boyfriend? Is that a thing people are supposed to do? Wouldn't that be bragging?
He wishes he had more sleep, and he wishes that he never runs into Johnny again.]
I will not argue against the accusations against me. But leave Astarion out of this.
[Taryon has a suspicion why, but he won't theorize it when he hasn't gotten a full apology and explanation from Astarion. ]
[Now that the initial icky feelings are gone, Johnny feels a little...better. Not by much but better. He's no longer smoking a chimney anymore, so that's a plus. Even so, he's not too thrilled at where this conversation is going.]
Fine, I'll leave the pale asshole out of this.
[Of course, he had to get that last dig against Astarion, though. Johnny is petty like that.]
So yeah, that's how I feel about the situation. It was nice knowing you.
Well, I figure with the restrictions and everything, maybe I could use this time to teach some people what I know. You know, individually! Personalized.
Your survival skills really don’t seem great … remember that whole problem with the camel? so I want to help. Is that okay? :)
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Date: 2025-05-30 04:01 pm (UTC)Poor guy. Taryon looks like a deer in headlights right now. Johnny can't help but roll his eyes. He's losing his patience with this bullshit and it shows. One part of him wants to scorch earth and lay into the both of them about this whole nonsense, but that would be boring.
So why not make a game of it? A smirk curls onto his lips when Taryon mentions playing cards.]
How about Strip Poker? [He asks with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.] That way we know exactly who's workin' with what.
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Date: 2025-05-30 09:27 pm (UTC)[He is offended, though maybe not how Johnny was aiming for. He has been naked in front of all sorts of men, so Johnny is absolutely no threat to his modesty nor his beauty. However, his mind went right to how Taryon couldn't even soak in a Jacuzzi bath with Astarion without being anxious and putting on a swimsuit. If this odd, sudden challenge was going to disconcert anyone it would be him.]
With such a childish suggestion you might as well play music so Taryon and I can play musical chairs.
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Date: 2025-05-30 11:04 pm (UTC)So says the bitchy input who's surprised his new boytoy has "friends."
[He gives Astarion one of his best alligator-esque grins before returning his beautiful guitar to its case. To be honest, he is no longer interested in playing for either of them. The mood has faded, and the vibes have been killed.]
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Date: 2025-05-31 03:59 am (UTC)[Games of a sexual nature were not designed for nerdy Roch boys. Though it's not a suggestion he anticipated, Tary can brush it off as a joke made in poor taste. After all, most of Vox Machina could be as bad as Johnny.
But Astarion. Astrion, who had to undress for others' needs and will. With scars on his back that will surely draw questions. Taryon doesn't care about the bad idea, he's worried how this will upset his boyfriend, who does not sound happy at all.
He makes a small noise, a premature attempt to speak. His head swivels between the two men.]
Really, I'm not angry. I don't like either od those ideas, so maybe we can try something else...?
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Date: 2025-05-31 04:17 am (UTC)I'm sorry, of course we can try something else, since Taryon obviously can have as many friends as he pleases and have them over to play games or listen to music. [He looks at Taryon, an eyebrow raised.] Tell me, my dear, do you have many friends that call you a "boytoy"?
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Date: 2025-05-31 04:41 am (UTC)[Johnny is literally dripping with sarcasm at this moment. Astarion's entire demeanor is a red flag. This guy seems as controlling and narcissistic as some of his exes. Johnny avoids relationships like the plague because people always think they own him. It's one of the reasons why Johnny typically avoids having a relationship with others, especially with manipulative fucks like Astarion.
After fighting tooth and nail for his freedom from the military and then the record labels, Johnny isn't about to do it all over again thanks to some clingy fucker with an attitude problem. Fortunately, he doesn't have to worry about that, but Taryon should start thinking for himself.]
That is until you find some way to start a problem because you're jealous.
[He searches his jacket's pockets for a cigarette. These two irritate him so much that he needs to smoke.]
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Date: 2025-05-31 05:04 am (UTC)Like Johnny, he needs something in his mouth to handle all this. He twists the top of the bottle of peach tea and takes a big swig of the subtle, sweet drink.]
...I have be called a pretty boy by my friends. I thinks that's close enough. [A forced grin directed at Astarion. Gods, it feels like he's on the verge of slapping Johnny. When did he get so jealous? He used to think that the only issue was being oblivious to Astarion's flirting back then.]
I'm sorry for...[shit, who should he apologize for?] All this. I thought this would be a fun time to get to know each other, but...
[Putting him on thr spot with no warning ears that he doesn't have hours to prepare a speech. He has no argument that can calm both of them, and now they're arguing about his feelings while he's sitting right there. Maybe not out of malice, this isn't his father planning an arranged marriage purely for financial gain behind his back, but Taryon is being flung back to the not so distant past when his thoughts were irrelevant. He was the heir, a thing to show off to other families like the expensive furniture. Or he was the intruder to an established mercenary group who was both a figure of ire and of entertainment.
He's not someone filling the role of a naive damsel about to be swept away by a rogue. He takes another large gulp of the tea.] You know, you don't have to fight over me. I am literally an adult and I'm fine with dating who I want and having friends over. I think that's normal? Inviting people over? [A side glance at Astarion, then a questioning looking at Johnny. He surely must have had a more normal childhood to better answer this.]
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Date: 2025-05-31 05:30 am (UTC)He stands, gathering up his kit.]
If I'm the problem here, I'll take my leave. It's not my home, after all, and far be it for me to dictate myself Taryon's keeper. [He looks at Taryon.] I have no reason not to trust you.
[And it's true, Astarion doesn't. Taryon
liesexaggerates his tales, but he isn't, well, he's not like Astarion.]Goodbye.
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Date: 2025-05-31 02:54 pm (UTC)[Which is rather telling, especially since Taryon seemed to omit that information. That's why Johnny gives the blond such a withering glare. Why the hell didn't he mention Astarion before? Like, what is his angle here? Johnny doesn't like getting dragged into bullshit, unless it's his own creation, so he's a little surprised by this turn of events.
Anyways, back to the drama.]
Also, the term "fooled around" is quite broad in this context. Maybe a few flirty jokes and some kissing—that's it.
[He gives Taryon another menacing look. Yeah, he's pissed. Beyond pissed. It's a miracle that Johnny didn't just pick up his guitar case and smash it into someone's head at this point.]
You didn't even get to first base, choom!
[When Astarion begins to gather his belongings, he blows a puff of smoke into the air. Johnny doesn't care who leaves at this time. He's tired of everyone and everything associated with this "lover's quarrel." Johnny fucked supermodels and celebrities back in the day. He was a literal sex icon in the 2020s. So he already had his fun, so all of this just feels meaningless to him. Taryon is a nice guy and all, but he doesn't even hold a candle to Alt.]
You know what? Fuck you both, I'm out.
[With that said, he gets up and reaches for his guitar case.]
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Date: 2025-05-31 05:07 pm (UTC)But did he have to? Why couldn't they stop sniping at each other? Or technically, they have. They just learned that someone else is to blame.
He stands up, unplugs his music player, tucks it into his drawer, puts away his deck of cards, and plants the bottle onto his nightstand.]
Alright. You two can leave my room. [His voice is not raised, nor is he making himself quiet. It's the gentle tone he uses when he's not trying to brag or impress others.] I can spend the day with Doty.
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Date: 2025-05-31 05:10 pm (UTC)[Astarion holds up his arms as if telling everyone to hold still because he heard something.]
All you did was kiss?
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Date: 2025-05-31 05:38 pm (UTC)What?
[He places his distinctive sunglasses back on his face. These are his "fuck off" sunglasses. They are pretty stylish.]
He told you something different?
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Date: 2025-05-31 05:55 pm (UTC)[His voice peters out as he tries to remember what all was said that night, before Astarion had interrupted Taryon's story. Had his mind, so broken by decades of planning so salaciously, filled in the gaps as if Taryon had said it so directly?]
...so I had assumed...
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Date: 2025-05-31 07:02 pm (UTC)[Tary is deliberately turning his head to the window and avoiding either of their faces. Did he tell something more serious happened to Astarion? Has his mouth run off with embellishments to make himself more impressive and skilled? He didn't even know he had to hold back, he wasn't even aware of Astarion's feelings.
But Astarion assumed something. Yes, they didn't have sex, but what on earth was he imagining? Taryon turns to check Astarion's expression: unsure, also recalling what was said that night.
Taryon's brown furrows.] What did you think we did?
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Date: 2025-06-01 04:00 am (UTC)This is the pits.]
Welcome to another drama-filled episode of Watson's Whore. I'm your host, Johnny Silverhand.
[Sarcasm aside, Johnny keeps on smoking with a look of genuine fatigue on his face.]
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Date: 2025-06-01 04:06 am (UTC)It doesn't matter what I thought, does it? I was wrong. Your honor is still intact, Johnny.
[He pauses as he lays his hand on the doorknob, and he glances over his shoulder at Taryon. His face is as flushed as a vampire spawn's can be.]
I'll speak to you later, Taryon.
[And with that, he slips out the door.]
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Date: 2025-06-01 04:24 pm (UTC)You can leave, too. We'll...I'll talk to you later.
[He holds out a hand towards the door.]
But you really didn't have to call me all those things.
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Date: 2025-06-01 06:26 pm (UTC)How about you try being honest with folks before attempting to act self-righteous, asshole.
[He flips Taryon off as he strolls out.]
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Date: 2025-06-02 01:17 am (UTC)That morning, waking up to Astarion's text, Tary knows that this may be the only time he has the courage to reach out to the other wronged man. Otherwise, they're going to go on a mission avoiding each other, and someone will die. ]
Doty, [He addresses his automaton.] If only we could leave this building, I would treat ourselves to some good food, or perhaps a movie. This is the worst. Even Vex forgave me when I apologized for ruining her room. This isn't as easy, is it?
[But the metal machine cannot offer words of comfort, only a monotone:] Tary.
Yes, yes, I know. But thanks. That helps.
[With a deep breath, he closes his eyes and hits the "send" button. Then closes the messenger application and turns on the television to distract himself.]
I want to apologize again for yesterday. I was deceitful and withheld critical information from both of you, and you were treated horribly by someone I thought I trusted. I haven't seen Astarion act like this before, and I am horrified at what he called you.
But you should not have tried to make it worse. If you dislike him, just say so without making jokes at my expense. It was kind of creepy for a while.
So, again, I'm sorry and if there is any way I can make it up to you, tell me. I will talk to Astarion about what happened, but I wanted to talk to you myself.
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Date: 2025-06-02 02:33 pm (UTC)While Alt and he were never exclusive, he did love her in his own odd way. He just couldn't admit it. The same thing happened to Kerry. They'd argue like cats and dogs one moment and then fuck like animals the next. It was a continual drama between them, with performances that often resulted in broken noses and split lips. However, it was natural...authentic.
The same may be stated for his relationship with V. However, Johnny doesn't wish to open that can of worms. His feelings for V are more convoluted than he could have imagined.
He was in the middle of this depressive thought when he received a notification on his phone. It's Taryon. When Johnny saw the text, he let out an annoyed groan. He is tempted to simply block him and be done with it. Whatever is going on between Taryon and Astarion is none of his concern. He doesn't care. Let the medieval twinks be assholes on their own time.
However, his first mistake was actually reading the text.]
Creepy? You know what's creepy? You insinuating we did more than just "chat," Taryon. That's what the fuck was really creepy here. Or how about you not coming clean about you having fucking input--I mean, boyfriend? Seriously, choom. Don't you sit there like you didn't play a role in this shit.
Also, Astarion is a complete asshole! He went from zero to sixty in 2.5 seconds all because you had me there. He's ridiculous and you're ridiculous.
The two of you deserve each other.
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Date: 2025-06-03 03:24 pm (UTC)Shit. Taryon has become the scoundrel of a bard that Vox Machina often rants to him about. Not a womanizer, exactly, but disrespectful to would-be lovers. A sleazy creep, as Percival said.
But on the other hand, why should he tell him right away that he has a boyfriend? Is that a thing people are supposed to do? Wouldn't that be bragging?
He wishes he had more sleep, and he wishes that he never runs into Johnny again.]
I will not argue against the accusations against me. But leave Astarion out of this.
[Taryon has a suspicion why, but he won't theorize it when he hasn't gotten a full apology and explanation from Astarion. ]
His behavior is his issue, not mine.
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Date: 2025-06-03 06:15 pm (UTC)Fine, I'll leave the pale asshole out of this.
[Of course, he had to get that last dig against Astarion, though. Johnny is petty like that.]
So yeah, that's how I feel about the situation. It was nice knowing you.
UN: KENSUKE (backdated to lockdown times)
Date: 2025-06-05 04:02 am (UTC)You don’t seem like you’re someone who knows how to cook.
[ Just like that. Laios doesn’t even bother to fully explain himself or recognize that what he is saying is possibly rude. ]
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Date: 2025-06-05 12:50 pm (UTC)Weird. Johnny almost doesn’t know what to say.]
Cooking was never my forté, you know? Especially since I was on tour most of the time…
Anyway, what’s it to you?
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Date: 2025-06-06 05:09 am (UTC)Your survival skills really don’t seem great … remember that whole problem with the camel? so I want to help. Is that okay? :)