Stone's Throw

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene leans in and plants a kiss on Varric's cheek. "No drinking on the job," ne orders with a smirk as ne pulls back. 

[Varric Thedas]

"Is it really alcohol before the fourth shot?"

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene laughs. "We'll see." 

[Charon Tethras]

Charon stirs, faintly, starting to awaken. The scent of musk and pheromones and sex and devilweed is everywhere, but for once, he's not hard, nor is he itching to be touched. The heat is over. 

He rolls onto his side, cuddling closer to Dil. Or... not Dil. No, that smell is cat. That's his twin, Andreas. They've been...

oh. 

Oh dear. 

Charon sits up, then, looking around. The room is empty, save for the pair of them. His trousers are... way over there. His undergarments... best not to think what state they're in. If he can just grab his trousers and shirt and slip away, maybe he can forget any of this ever happened. 

[Andreas Amell]

Either more tired or indulgent of himself, Andreas was still asleep as Charon crept off the bed. It's not until he stumbled on a wet spot (don't look, just ignore it) and sent an empty bottle spinning across the room that the pampered twin started to stir. Either Charon is going to have to run off naked and covered in the wages of sin, or he's going to have to run a very high risk of having to talk with his brother right after they... 

[Charon Tethras]

Charon's fur is standing on end already at the feel of the goopy mess all over him. He'd love a shower. Or even a steamroom. Something. A cold damp rag would do. 

He picks up his trousers just as he sees his brother open his eyes. "Uh. Gmornign."

[Andreas Amell]

"Not really," Andreas blurted out, though it came out more as 'nnn't'eelly' thanks to the way his tongue has stuck itself to the roof of his mouth. What is that taste in my mouth? "Umm."

[Charon Tethras]

Charon winces. Great. He hates me now. "So I'll just... I'll just go," he stammers. "You can go back to your dad and I'll, uh, figure it out."

[Andreas Amell]

Go back to... what? "I thought you wanted to--" He grimaced, looked around for something safe to drink, grimaced again, then just swallowed a lot. Trying again, he repeated, "I thought you wanted to scout out our family?"

[Charon Tethras]

"I just-- I just need to be home for a bit. I'll reach out if I, if I need more information."

[Andreas Amell]

"Oh. Uh. Yeah. Okay. That's... yeah." Andreas coughed awkwardly. "Cool cool. Are..." Another cough, a swallow. "You okay?"

[Charon Tethras]

My ass hurts. My back hurts, it must look a mess. "I'm fine. Are... you okay?"

[Andreas Amell]

"Not really," Andreas replied honestly, shuddering. "I... I hurt. I'm filthy. I don't understand what happened. And..." He shuddered again. I fucked my twin brother.

[Charon Tethras]

"...I've never been in heat before," he replies dully. "But... maybe we just... don't tell anyone what happened."

[Andreas Amell]

"Uh, yeah, that's... yeah, good plan on that for sure. But, uh, well... how many people already know? I mean, I can only recall bits and pieces of what happened so I'm not sure I know who was..." Andreas pushed back at the ball of shame, disgust and affronted outrage, forcing it down. "Helping."