"... so that's what that feels like," Issachar mutters to himself. He purses his lips into a harsh, thin line, before throwing up his hands with a sigh and turning back to the kitchenette. "Sorry about that. Take a seat, I shouldn't be too long."
Hmm. Something to put a pin in: Will Issachar keep doing this the next time he has to leave? Probably not, given his thing about politeness, but it'll be interesting to see.
Issachar goes rooting around in the icebox, cubes rattling and rustling against each other, and you let your gaze wander. The place is modest but rustically comfortable, a single rectangular structure shaped by amateur yet exceedingly methodical hands to have anything a man could need,
Also a point to consider; would Eldingar really
know whether this looks like a proper mortal home, or is it just a convincing enough facsimile to pass muster with a NEET dragon?
He smiles slightly, sadly. "Because I live like that too, really," he says, gesturing at his modest abode. "The trappings are different, sure, but you have your comfort and I have mine. Concealed caves and wealth, a soft place to sit and and read, and solitude most of all. But it comes with a certain... unease, doesn't it? This feeling that maybe you've been deceiving yourself all this time. This creeping doubt that you aren't as happy as you think you are, or that it could all be upended by one unexpected caller. Which- well I suppose that's exactly what happened to you, many times over."
He sees your expression and waves his hand reassuringly. "I don't need you to speak up and confirm or deny any of this. I'm only thinking out loud. Trying to straighten it out in my head." He leans back, hip resting against the counter. "I was just so certain that it would stay like this. Me right here in my own little lair, with my own wealth, near but far away. The idea of joining what you're trying to have with the others just seemed so... antithetical, it shocked me."
That's kinda neat, actually. Issachar being Basically Eldingar, just in a more um, refined? Kind of fashion.
"Take food," he says, slipping the lid back off the pot far enough to let a puff of steam escape. "You crave it on a fundamental level. You can sometimes not be hungry, sometimes voluntarily try to suppress your hunger, but the urge will still be there because the need is an intrinsic part of you. You're with me so far?"
You nod, completely confused by where he could be going with this but hey, you've come this far.
"Now, let's take Lyrros at his word," he goes on. He slips the wooden spoon down into the pot and gingerly scoops out a lump of tenderly-cooked meat, sitting in its own little puddle of spiced sauce in the shallow bowl of the spoon's curve. He raises it to his lips, the steam curling up from the piping hot morsel and into his nose. "He can eat. He can enjoy the aroma, the presentation, the texture, the flavours whether simple or complex-" he tips the meat and sauce into his mouth, closing his eyes to do just what he described, jaw working as he chews and swallows.
"But he doesn't need to," he finishes, gesturing with the empty spoon for emphasis. "He doesn't experience that same fundamental drive to eat that you do. He can have a single pastry at a party to be polite and then go without so much as a flake for a year if he desires."
"Okay?" you say, hoping it'll become clear soon.
"That is how I feel about sex."
You could hear a pin drop in the silence that falls. You can certainly hear the stew bubbling away in the background.
"... oh," you say at last.
Oh, he's ace.
...
I know this is kind of a big twist, given the rarity of such characters, but mostly it just feels kind of... prosaic, to me. In a cute way, I guess, the defusing of some Big Secret into just, oh, he's ace.
[ ] Tell Issachar, as gently as you can, that you're not sure if it would work out with him romantically. The sexual side is definitely important, and if it became some constant pressure or chore for him that sounds awful for everyone involved.
Pfft, nah.
[ ] Offer to let Issachar think over what he wants for as long as he'd like. He seems to do well with time to think, and you're in no rush to try and intrude or pressure him. And fuck if you know how to help untangle this.
Mm, I'm with
@Guessmyname, this seems like Issachar
has had time to think, and this is what he's come up with.
[ ] Suggest a romantic gesture, something to see if there's a spark without crossing his boundaries. Saunter up to him, say something very suave and confident and charming, then give him a kiss. Kisses should be safe for him, right? Probably. You'll ask to be safe.
>Eldingar
>Sauve and confident and charming
Pfft. Don't kid yourself. I mean, the failure would probably be adorable, but I dunno, veering from
this to the romantic equivalent of pratfall comedy seems like too hard a swerve.
No, I think the two main possibilities are,
[ ] Tell Issachar it's kind of dumb that he thought this would ruin the chances of things working between you. One of the many benefits of polyamory is that he wouldn't
need to feel that pressure for sex. There'd be enough willing partners to go around, leaving him free to focus on the romantic side.
and,
[ ] Tell Issachar, politely yet frankly, that his lack of sex drive really isn't the most pressing issue. He's still hiding things, between his ambiguous mortality and his mysterious past and mysterious associates and mysterious powers. Ask him to please just explain, once and for all.
The former seems like the best romance option, to me. It directly addresses and defuses his issue, reassuring him that this can work.
Thing is though, as much as I'm in favour of reassuring Issachar like this, and as much as I feel like now isn't the best time, I was
just talking with Tenfold all of like, yesterday that I agree with the the need to find out what's really going on with Issachar, I just didn't want to do so because eavesdropping is an underhanded dick move. Well, the update has just offered me a polite, straightforward way to press Issachar for more information, and unlike Tenfold I'm
not greatly reassured by Issachar's explanation so far because, frankly, I don't know that I can trust it. Like, to take Tenfold's own words from a couple pages back,
It's worth noting that Eldingar has actually kinda confronted Issachar in a pretty forthright matter, not necessarily getting in his face and going "WHAT IS YOUR DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAL" but he's been genuinely interested and has floated a few questions that Issachar's- well. Ducked or dodged. Which is kinda what I meant by "it's pretty natural for Eldingar to get a bit nosy when there's someone who's trying to be a somewhat significant part of his life but is, metaphorically, treating him like a mushroom."
Ducked or dodged. Issachar has a demonstrated habit of doing that, and to be honest, this reads like another of those. It's prosaic, like I was saying. A bit too pat. Not a lie, I think - him being ace fits the facts, fits his character, fits the story. But I do think this may be a deflection, an offering up of a 'harmless' secret in lieu of his true nature. And... Again, I was
just talking to Tenfold about the desire to press Issachar for information on his true nature, so I'm not satisfied with that deflection.
[X] Tell Issachar, politely yet frankly, that his lack of sex drive really isn't the most pressing issue. He's still hiding things, between his ambiguous mortality and his mysterious past and mysterious associates and mysterious powers. Ask him to please just explain, once and for all.