"Your patron?" Edmund lifts his eyebrows in a highly interested tilt. This was the first he'd ever heard of it, for Ienzo, but then he hadn't heard him talk of parents, either. "He must be a most liberal and forward-thinking one, to sanction this adventure. Certainly I'd like for none of this to reach my mum's ears...or Peter's." He grinned conspiratorially. "They wouldn't take so progressive a view of it as your patron."
It was good to know that at least one of them had an advocate should they get into hot water, but he'd be more comfortable knowing Ienzo's benefactor was, ahem, someone with some sway, enough to get the both of them out of expulsion.
"Mm, not often, not anymore." He contemplates the provocative swirl of Ienzo's lips and tongue with a pensive air. Wine was not the only pleasure he abstained from these days. "I was perhaps meant for more Classical times, myself." A strand of soft hair tickles his neck, not his own barely contained curls but a curiously shagged, straight wisp. He cants both shoulder and arm against Ienzo's lolling weight, curiously pleased by the closeness of it. "Perhaps I have been too much taken in by the nothings of the gossip-mongers. But if there's smoke, it's best not to be caught in the fire yourself, eh?"
Was that...a whine he heard in Ienzo's voice? Edmund shakes his head, lets the rather young man lean against him with a steadiness himself that suggested he was only feeling the tip of his tipple thus far. "Certainly, nobody's asking you to stand trial for your fellow scholars' endeavors," he soothes, a hand falling to Ienzo's thigh and patting him gently. "I was only repeating what I'd heard. But you must have learned a great deal, hanging around them for those terms. Endowments are not easy to come by." Lord Ansem. Was that Ienzo's mysterious patron? He files the name away. There would be plenty of time to research later.
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Date: 2017-01-21 08:21 am (UTC)It was good to know that at least one of them had an advocate should they get into hot water, but he'd be more comfortable knowing Ienzo's benefactor was, ahem, someone with some sway, enough to get the both of them out of expulsion.
"Mm, not often, not anymore." He contemplates the provocative swirl of Ienzo's lips and tongue with a pensive air. Wine was not the only pleasure he abstained from these days. "I was perhaps meant for more Classical times, myself." A strand of soft hair tickles his neck, not his own barely contained curls but a curiously shagged, straight wisp. He cants both shoulder and arm against Ienzo's lolling weight, curiously pleased by the closeness of it. "Perhaps I have been too much taken in by the nothings of the gossip-mongers. But if there's smoke, it's best not to be caught in the fire yourself, eh?"
Was that...a whine he heard in Ienzo's voice? Edmund shakes his head, lets the rather young man lean against him with a steadiness himself that suggested he was only feeling the tip of his tipple thus far. "Certainly, nobody's asking you to stand trial for your fellow scholars' endeavors," he soothes, a hand falling to Ienzo's thigh and patting him gently. "I was only repeating what I'd heard. But you must have learned a great deal, hanging around them for those terms. Endowments are not easy to come by." Lord Ansem. Was that Ienzo's mysterious patron? He files the name away. There would be plenty of time to research later.