(121-04-26) Moving In
Moving In
Summary: The Bashful Fox requests a home with Lord Pansy.
Date: 26 March 4014
Related: none

Please note this scene has been retconned.

Amphitheatre - Whimsy Theatre
Sat Apr 26, 121 ((Sat Apr 26 20:10:47 2014))
It is a summer evening. The weather is warm and fair.

The Theatre Whimsical Dreams is a three-storey, open-air amphitheatre, approximately ninety-eight feet in diameter, which can house some two thousand spectators. At the base of the stage, there was an area called the yard, where, for a three pennies, groundlings stand on the rush-strewn earthen floor to watch the performance. Vertically around the yard are the three levels of the gallery, with more expensive stadium-style seats.

A rectangular apron-stage platform thrusts out into the middle of the open-air yard. The stage measures approximately forty feet in width, twenty-four feet in depth and is raised about seven feet off the ground. On this stage, there is a trap door for use by performers to enter from the cellarage area beneath the stage.

The back wall of the stage has two doors on the main level, with a curtained inner stage in the center and a balcony above it. The doors enter into the tiring house where the actors dress and await their entrances. The balcony above houses the musicians and can also be used for scenes requiring an upper space. Above the balcony is the apex, which has windows and a battlement-style walk.

Large columns on either side of the stage support a roof over the rear portion of the stage. The ceiling under this roof is called the heavens, and is painted with clouds and the sky. A trap door in the heavens enables performers to descend using a rope and harness. The rest of the theater is crisscrossed with wooden support beams, over which a white oilcloth can be stretched to keep out the rain, and also provide a reflective surface to help light the theater.

There is very rarely any elaborate stage dressing beyond a few pieces of furniture essential to a scene, and there are no painted backdrops. Nor are their curtains to cover the stage. Instead, before a scene begins, someone hangs a sign at the front of the stage, which tells where the scene takes place.

It’s close to lunch time when Arion arrives at the playhouse with his two gaurds in tow. Both Jon and Arron look…amused about something while thier lord looks decidedly anxious. The young Florent asks one of the purple cloaks stationed around the theater if he would fetch Garvin. Then Arion settles to wait pacing up and down the length of the floor and biting on his lower lip till it is swollen. He looks nervous about something and finally manages to stop pacing and take a deep calming breath looking around to see if the Tyrell will come down to see him.

Garvin does indeed come down, hair mussed and eyes puffy from sleep, his bedrobe flapping about as he hurries out from the tiring house. "Arion?" he asks, voice a harsh croak. "Mead, someone bring me some mead!" He pulls his robe more securely closed, then tries to run fingers through his tangled curls, as he makes his way toward the Florent. "Is something wrong? Why didn't you just come upstairs and…?"

Arion smiles fondly at Garvin's sleepy state. He steps forward and wraps the Tyrell into an embrace placing a gentle kiss upon his lips. "My apologies for disturbing you Garvin…I did not wish to intrude. I heard you moved out of Garden Isle and I simply wished to make sure you are alright and..maybe ask you something." He bites his lower lip looking nervous once again but Garvin's presence seems enough to keep him calm. He holds the Tyrell close pressing thier bodies together with a soft smile on his lips.

Garvin smiles as he slides his arms around Arion, holding him close and returning the kiss warmly. "Everything's fine," he says, stealing another kiss. "I just…needed some space. There are too many comings and goings at Garden Isle lately, particularly Targaryens. We certainly can't turn away members of the royal family, no matter how distant they may be from the throne. Same with the Dornish. It just feels safer here, and it's certainly more convenient. No more long ride through the twists and turns of the city, between here and there, every night." When Armand, the young page often seen at Garden Isle, rushes up with two goblets of mead, Garvin steps back from Arion to take one and says, "Go find Nyran and send him for my breakfast. Something for Lord Arion as well." With a quick bow, Armand hurries away, and Garvin drinks deeply. "What would you like to ask me, my love? Anything in my power is yours for the asking, you know that."

Arion nods with understanding in his eyes. He smiles warmly taking a long drink of the mead and gathering his courage. He looks at Garvin intently pinning him with that pale green eyed stare. "I wanted to know if you would allow me to move in with you…I mean you don't have to if you want space its just…I want to stay with you." Arion looks decidedly nervous and somewhat uncertain, its actually a rather cute expression for the blond. Biting down on his lip once more he stands his ground waiting for the answer.

Garvin's sleepy eyes suddenly light up, and with a grin, he uses his free arm to pull Arion close again for another, longer kiss, ignoring the snickers of the Purple Cloaks scattered about. "Of course, I want you to stay here with me! I would have suggested it myself, but I didn't think your family would allow it. Ser Abram barely tolerates us seeing one another at all. Do you really think he'll let you?"

Arion kisses back eagerly his own guards snickering slightly as well. Jon even mouths something that looks suspiciously like 'I told you so!' to his fellow guard. Arion looks incredibly happy now and his smile is bright but it morphs into a smirk at Garvin's question about his cousin. "Well…since I just plan on telling them I'm moving out and getting my own space and not telling them where it is that I'm going to stay I don't think they will complain too much."

Garvin chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he shakes his head, stepping back again. "And I'm sure he'll make no effort at all to discover where his young cousin has chosen to live. You do like to live dangerously, my bashful Fox. Well, I'm have carpenters making dozens of beds for the second level of the tiring house, so it should be no problem to clear out another room and put a large bed in it for you." He casts a quick glance around, lowering his voice with an impish grin. "For appearances, anyway. But I fear we'll need to clear out an entire costume room for your wardrobe."

Arion laughs softly. "You are worth the risk and any danger I would face Garvin. Very much worth it." He kisses the Tyrell once more and then feigns a pout at the mention of room to store his clothes. "Only one room?! Oh dear what will I do with the other half of my wardrobe." He laughs again. "But thank you Garvin. I am glad you want me with you as much as I want to be with you." He smiles brightly all happiness and joy.

Garvin drains the rest of his goblet, eyeing Arion's two men for a moment, one brow quirked. "How many guards and servants will you be bringing? I hope there's room for everyone. I almost feel like I should buy the buildings all along this street to house all my men. Or at the very least, build a set of barracks somewhere nearby. I wish there was a way to secure this place more. I miss having a bridge and gatehouse between my bed and the teeming masses of Oldtown. And speaking of beds…." With another grin, he leans closer to whisper, "Would you like to go wait for Nyran to return with the food…upstairs in bed?"

Arion downs the rest of his own drink and smirks. "Well Jon and Arron will stay for certain maybe one or two servants as well. I don't want to overcrowd the place after all." He grins back at that suggestion handing the empty goblet off to Jon before grabbing Garvin and kissing him hungrily. Finally he pulls back and nibbles on the Tyrell's ear biting down slightly before slowly pulling back "That sounds like a fine plan." He wispers softly and then her takes Garvin's hand and starts heading for the apex and the bed. Jon looks down at the goblet in his hand and sulks. "It’s empty!" Arion just keeps going though he does snicker slightly at his guards expense.

Garvin shivers at the bite, letting out a small whimper. Then he tosses his empty goblet to Tor, squeezing Arion's hand as he hurries to keep up, anxious to crawl back into the warm bed…and heat it up some more. On the way, he calls, "Armand! More mead in the apex!"

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