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wanted connection for keagan klein

did you hear keagan klein (liam hemsworth), our resident witch, is looking for their familiar? they’re a(n) 40+ year old familiar who arrived in the chateau 5 years ago. they look like daniel craig, idris elba, jon bernthal, chris pratt, daniel wu, open to discussion. the player DOES require you to contact them prior to filling this out.

the general gist of their relationship is going to center on the fact that his familiar is older and wiser than keagan and despite bonding with him they are constantly butting heads and at points of contention because keagan is stubborn and doesn't listen to their advice/heed their warnings. there is also going to be a sexual aspect to their relationship (of course) where it really comes to light that even though keagan is the witch and they are his familiar, his familiar is the one in charge/the one calling the shots.

location: keagan's home open to: open to anyone*

*keagan has been in alexandria for five years. we can assume our muses are friends, simply know of each other, or this was their first time meeting. anything goes, anything is fine relationship wise, but this will have been the first time they slept together. basically they got drunk at a bar last night, keagan gave them head in the bathroom, and then they wound up back at his place where they really made a mess... and now it's morning. keagan's info

mornings were never keagan's favorite, whether he had company or not. he would have preferred to sleep until noon every day if he could but sometimes his mind liked to betray him and keep him awake; or, in this case, wake him up before the sun had even crested over the horizon.

lazily seated at the island in his kitchen, wearing a pair of tight boxer briefs and a shirt he had grabbed off the floor, he nursed his third cup of coffee as he stared at the clock on his microwave as if it had committed heinous war crimes that it needed to answer for. he really wasn't a morning person.

wincing as the kitchen lights flickered on, the witch looked over at the man that had just been asleep in his bed and offered a sleepy apologetic nod of his head. "hope i didn't wake you. couldn't sleep." he mumbled, half in defense of himself and half in explanation. "i think this is yours," keagan added on as he looked down at the shirt he was wearing. "i just... grabbed it. hope you don't mind..." mornings were always uncomfortable, especially the morning after.

"last night was fun... coffee?"

@unveilstarters

"mornin'," keagan repeats back with a lazy lift of his mug as if he were on autopilot. closing his eyes for a moment, the witch takes a few deep breaths to try and center himself and help the pounding in his head subside a bit before he peels them open again to glance over at the man joining him. how was he in such a good mood this early in the morning?

rising from his seat at the island, keagan trudges over to gather a fresh mug for his guest and begins pouring him coffee when something he said made the witch pause. generosity is the mark of a good kind; good he'd keep the shirt then. right. last night keagan had called him your higness a few times in the heat of the moment, among other things, but he didn't know what he was actually supposed to call him. the most he knew about royalty and politics was diana's iconic revenge dress and the plot of princess diaries.

"so," he asked with a grunt as he finished pouring the other a cup of coffee. "what exactly am i supposed to call you now? your highness? prince ricardo? rico?" it might have seemed like a silly question to ask but after last night? "i'm fine with whatever you want, but your highness feels a bit formal after i swallowed your load in a bar bathroom before even getting you back here." keagan pointed out bluntly.

"here," he added on, nonchalantly changing the subject, as he slowly walked over to hand rico his coffee. "did you want me to add cream and sugar? i should have some around here somewhere..."

Rico wakes up disoriented and wonders where in the fresh hell he is. The bed is definitely not his. The sheets are not as soft and don't smell like they usually do. And then he slowly starts to remember that he sneaked out again, met a man at a bar and well, one thing led to another and they ended up here. His retainer is not going to be happy...

He crawls out of the bed and walks out of the room wearing nothing but his underwear. "Good morning, my friend!" He greets jovially and immediately notices his shirts on Keagan. "Oh, no worries. Generosity is the mark of a good king." He laughs, "and after the night we had, I believe you have earned more than my shirts." Not that he had shortage on getting lovers back at the castle, there is something exciting about finding someone 'at a bar' and 'hitting it off' just like in the movies or TV shows. Or using one of those 'applications'. So convenient.

"Yes, I shall have coffee." Rico remembers the peasant manners and adds, "thank you." He then starts looking for his 'phone' so he can 'text' his retainer.

tight? "yeah," he answered with a lazy chuckle. "i don't do mornings well, clearly." was that a compliment or an insult? or was the other genuinely just trying to be playful and tease him. keagan really struggled with mornings and unfortunately the coffee(s) had yet to clear the fog in his head.

"i might have some sugar, and milk in the fridge, but honestly? i don't normally add anything to my coffee so i might not have anything on hand. worst case scenario i can try and charm it for you to make it taste sweeter, or whatever flavor you want... if you need." keagan mumbled as he pushed himself up from his seat. despite being relatively young, and in good shape, he hobbled over to the coffee pot on his counter as if he were an ancient old man with decrepit bones and aching joints.

fucking mornings.

"no, yeah, last night was incredible and i'm not just saying that. you're a lot of fun." gods did he really just say that. looking over his shoulder back at rory, he scrunched his face into a knot of embarrassment for his lack of eloquence in the moment. "clearly i'm a bit shit at this part but basically i'm trying to say i'd really like to do this again sometime... or just hang out in general because we don't have to, well, you know..." fuck. just say it. fuck. "-- and you don't have to return the favor, don't feel obligated. that was just a heat of the moment thing... i got a bit carried away last night but, yeah, it was a lot of fun and you more than returned the favor already."

˙ ˖ ✶ Keagan

"No you're absolutely fine," Rory spoke up, stretching out with a yawn that seemed longer than necessary. He'd actually been dreading waking up, not fully knowing how to handle doing something he'd thought about for years but had never actually gone through until last night. "Looks pretty tight on you, all things considered," he teased slightly as he craned his neck, noting the difference in their frames.

"Coffee sounds great, and last night was definitely fun..." and there it was, the realization of whether or not he should admit he truly enjoyed it and would wish to keep doing this sort of thing. Or fully say it was a one time thing. "Um...hope you liked it as much as I did, cause I was fully hoping to return the favor you did for me in the bathroom."

"he was nice. it was... nice." while he wasn't lying, the man was easy to talk too and even easier on the eyes, the night didn't exactly go off without a hitch. dinner was incredible. they spent a few hours over a nice meal getting to know each other and laughing as they shared embarrassing memories and experiences. the drinks that followed were even better. even though keagan knew how to play darts, he didn't stop the man from holding around him so he could show keagan the best stance to use while playing. they flirted and bantered for what felt like hours until the other finally made the offer to take keagan home.

"he was super sweet, and easy to talk too. we had a blast, really, we did leofwyn-- you haven't lost your mojo." the lie lingered for a minute or two in silence, as if keagan was trying to make himself believe it only for the witch to let out a sigh and crack.

"okay, i still don't think you've lost your mojo-- this one was almost perfect-- but once we got back to my place? he kept calling me his ex's name and was concerned more with getting himself off than making it pleasurable for the both of us." but that wasn't leofwyn's fault. "when he left this morning he said he'd love to take me out again when i'm less distracted, which was hilarious." in his defense, keagan had spent most of the night telling stories about leofwyn; about his best friend and how much he loves spending time with him, and how he genuinely just can't imagine doing things without him around because even just having him to talk to makes things feel easier for the witch. "i don't know. i just... i think we were a good match on paper but not in person. maybe it was just a bad time for the both of us, which has nothing to do with you. we messed it up, not you."

keagan was trying to be nice.

@unveiledvagabonds; for leofwyn to interrogate keagan over lunch at a café.

"now come on, tell me. how did the date last night go?" he'd been trying to set his friend up for what felt like years now, on and off. it didn't matter that he was completely and utterly smitten, head over heels for the other. leofwyn had a job to do and he was going to do it to he best of his ability. though he was starting to wonder if he was too close to keagan for his magic to work properly... or if his own feelings for the witch was messing up his matches, unintentionally or otherwise.

it wouldn't be the first time in his life that the couples the cupid had brought together parted ways. contrary to popular belief, love wasn't eternal; and sometimes it fell apart. it occasionally had him a little weary, dejected by the outcome of it all, but he's seen how love could change people, heal their broken bones and hearts, make them joyful — he still believed in its power and it's kept him going all these years. leofwyn took a sip of his spiked coffee. it was midday, he was allowed. besides he knew he couldn't be sober for this. "couldn't be that bad right? it'd be pretty embarrassing if i'd lost all my mojo."

"huh? oh, no. if anything i wound up sleeping a bit better than usual because of last night; because of you..." keagan explained with a halfhearted smile. "sleep is just something that's always alluded me. which is funny when you consider the facts." mainly the fact that he was a witch and even when he turned to spells or potions he never managed to feel fully rested no matter how long he slept. maybe he was cursed to always be tired; or maybe it had something to do with his caffeine codependency. "unless you have some trick stronger than my own magic to make me feel rested, no." he answered with a matter-of-fact nod of his head and loose shrug of his shoulders. "--but it's fine, really. i'll be alright. that's what coffee is for."

"got it, i'll do my best to remember you actually deserve a title in public but for now i'll just stick with rico." he teased slightly, more of his personality starting to return to the surface as he consumed more and more coffee. "yeah, unfortunately i'm not really known for being much of a gentleman," keagan joked at his own expense, "so you should definitely take my number if you ever feel like enjoying some... unbecoming company again."

"shit," the witch cursed as he furrowed his brows, his right hand lifting to pinch at the bridge of his nose. "i didn't even consider the fact you probably don't drink coffee on the regular-- or at all for that matter." can he even drink coffee? keagan didn't know much about vampires aside from what he'd read in a few grimoires and the few he had crossed paths with in his life-- and shockingly enough, none of those sources every breached the topic of what he should offer for breakfast the morning after.

"uh, everybody is different but most people put a couple spoons of sugar and some milk to cool it off and sweeten it up since coffee can be very bitter on it's own. i, on the other hand, prefer it that way..."

"I'm sorry to hear you didn't sleep well! Was it because of me?" Rico asks with a sad frown. To be fair, this is one of the few times he woke up later than his attendant. They usually suffer from exhaustion and blood loss. And Rico has to remind himself that he is not in his kingdom. People here are not his royal subjects. The whole point of this little picnic of his is to experience the world outside. And catch thieves, if it comes to that. "Anything I can do to help?" He offers, fascinated by the kitchen and coffee machine and everything in between.

His attention snaps back to Keagan and the question. "Oh, forget formality. This isn't the court and we're not even in public. In private, you can just call me Ricardo or Rico, either way works. In official capacity, though, your highness or Prince Ricardo should suffice." He grins at the mention of last night, "it was a bit unbecoming of a gentleman to... fornicate in the bathroom but it was exciting, I must say."

He takes the mug, clearly excited to try the coffee. "Thank you. What do you... regular people put in your coffee? I cannot say I've actually had homebrewed coffee."