[it should be a little eerie how watching embry is like looking directly into a picture of his past in so many ways - the glimmer in pretty aqua eyes, the light sweep of his hair with just enough hint of curls that mirrors his own - enough that hawk should be severely questioning what the hell he's getting himself into agreeing to this meeting in the first place. instead it just makes his dick throb. maybe it's the thinly veiled banter of before, maybe it's the oppressive haze of smoke and the fact that embry is also wearing the hell out of his suit.
but he does what any good mirror would: he makes the decision that when in rome, easily tugging at his own tie and pocketing patterned navy silk with the sneaking suspicion that it won't be the last it sees tonight of any action. his top two unbuttons are pulled open, and hawk does it one better - sliding out of his blazer with ease and slowly starting to roll up his sleeves. no point in suffering, even if there's the odd sensation that something is clinging to his newly exposed skin. hawk reaches into his pocket for his cigarettes, maybe something more familiar to them both then the dog and pony show as he offers it across the table to embry with a raise of his brows.]
Didn't even have to buy you dinner first to get you out of yours, huh? But it takes one to know one.
[it's low and light in its teasing, acknowledging the obvious that embry is an attractive specimen - hawk's type to a fucking t, if he's honest with himself. but he's out of his element where embry is very clearly not, and if there's one thing he's good at it's learning the lay of the land and collecting a few favors along the way. there's risks from every angle here, and hawk still can't shake the sensation of having to look over his shoulder and make sure mcleod or mccarthy himself won't jump out at any minute to arrest him for indecency on the spot, but for now he's not crossing any lines. maybe he's about to learn a few new ones.]
Carpathia, right? You'll have to fill me in on how to address you. You're looking at Sergeant Hawkins Fuller. But - just Hawk is fine.
[firsts though, that's tricky. admit there's not many he has left and he gives away the whole thing he's fought to conceal. instead, he picks up his glass and lifts it in a salute to embry.]
I'm adaptable. I don't have any ruby slippers to kick up, but - to following the yellow brick road around here, whatever way it leads.
[he waits for embry to clink his glass before taking a sip of his own.]
bb boi......
but he does what any good mirror would: he makes the decision that when in rome, easily tugging at his own tie and pocketing patterned navy silk with the sneaking suspicion that it won't be the last it sees tonight of any action. his top two unbuttons are pulled open, and hawk does it one better - sliding out of his blazer with ease and slowly starting to roll up his sleeves. no point in suffering, even if there's the odd sensation that something is clinging to his newly exposed skin. hawk reaches into his pocket for his cigarettes, maybe something more familiar to them both then the dog and pony show as he offers it across the table to embry with a raise of his brows.]
Didn't even have to buy you dinner first to get you out of yours, huh? But it takes one to know one.
[it's low and light in its teasing, acknowledging the obvious that embry is an attractive specimen - hawk's type to a fucking t, if he's honest with himself. but he's out of his element where embry is very clearly not, and if there's one thing he's good at it's learning the lay of the land and collecting a few favors along the way. there's risks from every angle here, and hawk still can't shake the sensation of having to look over his shoulder and make sure mcleod or mccarthy himself won't jump out at any minute to arrest him for indecency on the spot, but for now he's not crossing any lines. maybe he's about to learn a few new ones.]
Carpathia, right? You'll have to fill me in on how to address you. You're looking at Sergeant Hawkins Fuller. But - just Hawk is fine.
[firsts though, that's tricky. admit there's not many he has left and he gives away the whole thing he's fought to conceal. instead, he picks up his glass and lifts it in a salute to embry.]
I'm adaptable. I don't have any ruby slippers to kick up, but - to following the yellow brick road around here, whatever way it leads.
[he waits for embry to clink his glass before taking a sip of his own.]