[ It is something to be staring down the consequences of his own actions, unable to pry himself away for yet another time. Now embroiled in the wake of a disaster that he created in the heart of a brothel. With a court of men who would not hesitate to call him out on his depravity to invite himself back into the room of the woman he's all been but forbidden to see. So easily he could be rid of the mess by simply backing away. Yet there is something to it to be tangled up in it all. In the way she's looking at him.
Many things were at play before, many excuses among them. Now it's just the two of them alone among flickering candles. His head remains tilted as he stops once he's engulfed her space so easily. Close enough to smell the perfumed oils combed through her hair and begin to feel the warmth becoming trapped between them. In a position where he might reach out and tip up her chin just a bit more, his hands remain tuck themselves loosely behind his back. It does not mean he doesn't think about it. Allowing the silence to spill and take in.]
Ao emagon issa kesฤซr sir. [ He offers a simple correction, gaze falling from hers down into the space between them. There's no use in looking for her to appease his ego by begging him to stay. That's not what he's looking for. It's not what he needs from her. His begging for validation is often no secret. Towards his brother it lashes out in petty wars and childish fits that ransack the streets of silk. But it's not the sort of thing he's looking for right now. He lacks the petulance, the teasing, the subtle deprecation.]
Iksis bona daor mirre bona jaelฤ? [ He asks, leaning ever so closer. Close enough until their breaths begin to mingle as he mirrors every little waver and sway. Knowing very well he is playing with fire in many ways but one. Giving her the room to step back if she ever so chooses, because once again there's nothing else he's waiting for at this point but permission.] IIฤ iksis konฤซr mirros jaelฤ tolฤซ?
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Many things were at play before, many excuses among them. Now it's just the two of them alone among flickering candles. His head remains tilted as he stops once he's engulfed her space so easily. Close enough to smell the perfumed oils combed through her hair and begin to feel the warmth becoming trapped between them. In a position where he might reach out and tip up her chin just a bit more, his hands remain tuck themselves loosely behind his back. It does not mean he doesn't think about it. Allowing the silence to spill and take in.]
Ao emagon issa kesฤซr sir. [ He offers a simple correction, gaze falling from hers down into the space between them. There's no use in looking for her to appease his ego by begging him to stay. That's not what he's looking for. It's not what he needs from her. His begging for validation is often no secret. Towards his brother it lashes out in petty wars and childish fits that ransack the streets of silk. But it's not the sort of thing he's looking for right now. He lacks the petulance, the teasing, the subtle deprecation.]
Iksis bona daor mirre bona jaelฤ? [ He asks, leaning ever so closer. Close enough until their breaths begin to mingle as he mirrors every little waver and sway. Knowing very well he is playing with fire in many ways but one. Giving her the room to step back if she ever so chooses, because once again there's nothing else he's waiting for at this point but permission.] IIฤ iksis konฤซr mirros jaelฤ tolฤซ?