fourth; memory lane video

[cravats]

[Two men are in bed in a scandalous state of undress- don't worry, though, there are well-placed blankets. One of them is recognizable as Professor Lyall. The other is a handsome dark-haired gentleman, apparently of Italian extraction.

The Italian man is writing in a journal, with Lyall pressed up against his side, reading a book. In the background, the sound of wolves howling is audible, though distant. It's all very cozy and rather intimate for such public viewing.

Lyall puts his book down and turns towards the other man with what would seem to be amorous intentions, kissing his neck.]

Aren't you done writing yet? I am feeling dreadfully neglected.

[The other man puts down his journal and pen on the table- although he has to lean to do it, he keeps a hand on Lyall's arm the entire time- and turns towards the professor.]

For an immortal you can be very impatient, you know.

[Lyall bites him for that, garnering a not-displeased gasp from the man.]

Only when it comes to you, Sandy- I am immortal, not a saint.

Good, because if you were a saint I would not be able to do this...

[Fortunately, the video ends before anything more embarrassing can be seen. Lyall's dignity will have been damaged enough.]

[ooc: blue is, of course, Alessandro Tarabotti.]

Comments

[p_a_r_a_d_o_x]

I am certain that you didn't mean this to be public?

[cravats]

Not in the slightest. I do not even know how it was taken, considering that it happened some thirty years past.

[p_a_r_a_d_o_x]

How unusual, yes. And might I ask who's the other man?

[cravats]

An old lover, Alessandro Tarabotti.

[p_a_r_a_d_o_x]

Miss Alexias family?

[cravats]

...her father.

[He's already admitted it to her, there's no point in lying.]

[p_a_r_a_d_o_x]

Ah, I imagine this was quite the surprise for her. Is he still alive?

[cravats]

I'm afraid not. He died not long after she was born.

[p_a_r_a_d_o_x]

I'm sorry then, for both of you. You have the happy memories at elast.

[cravats]

The happy memories are a great comfort.

[He smiles very slightly. Revealing his true feelings is, of course, out of the question- far too public a venue for it. But even so many years later he misses Sandy far too much.]