Xiah merely smirked at the guard’s next reaction to him. He could not understand him, that the Page knew. Because if he could understand him, then he would have already drawn the blade; that is, if his current actions were anything to go on. When Elliot gave him a warning Xiah refocused his attention. It was not entirely easy to understand, but some of it sounded the same. He really would need to get his hands on a few current language books.
While time was not exactly a luxury at this time, he did take a few brief moments to look over the Prince Regent. Xiah was accustomed to men with and without facial hair. In his native Silla body hair was nonexistant... usually. But in his step-father’s and brother’s homeland it was generally too much or some. Not all men had long hair and not all had short—certainly not as cleanly styled as Elliot’s. It wasn’t jarring, but it was... different. Clean. He couldn’t deny that the man was certainly something to look at—pleasing all the same to behold. Different, but not unattractive.
Which, in retrospect, would make certain things a bit easier.
At the same time Xiah wasn’t unattentive in his attention. He knew flattery when he heard it. He knew what a man sounded like when he said exactly what someone wanted to hear when they wanted to hear it. Xiah had done enough of that sort of manipulation in his own time.
He was smirking now, coy and almost boyish as he drew his hands behind his back in a position of what some might intemperate as command or confidence. This occurred even as Elliot moved close to him.
«Were all magical contracts so easy we would be suffocated with wizards, mages, witches, and warlocks,» Xiah scoffed playfully in reply. «Blood is not required for this, nor sacrifice,» he felt the need to explain, waving a hand beside him. «My maker had... an unusual sense of the old mystics—stories.
«A kiss,» he said simply. «A symbolism of the blinding.» He paused and rubbed his own chin, brow knitting in thought. He should explain further he supposed. No point in getting off on the wrong foot with someone who could potentially deny him his desires with a simple no. «It binds my life to yours, in a sense. My existence is contingent on your own. Without it I eventually run out of power and revert back to the book. You act as a tether to this realm for me, a tie. But the binding takes nothing from you.» Too good to be true? Perhaps. But Cedric had been too much of a damned goody goody to ever go the easy route and use dark magics for a revival of his sort. He supposed he should thankful to him for something, but that would require kindness. And there was nothing within that remained to be kind when it came to Cedric or Xiah’s other siblings.
«Does that sound sufficient, my dear prince?»
While time was not exactly a luxury at this time, he did take a few brief moments to look over the Prince Regent. Xiah was accustomed to men with and without facial hair. In his native Silla body hair was nonexistant... usually. But in his step-father’s and brother’s homeland it was generally too much or some. Not all men had long hair and not all had short—certainly not as cleanly styled as Elliot’s. It wasn’t jarring, but it was... different. Clean. He couldn’t deny that the man was certainly something to look at—pleasing all the same to behold. Different, but not unattractive.
Which, in retrospect, would make certain things a bit easier.
At the same time Xiah wasn’t unattentive in his attention. He knew flattery when he heard it. He knew what a man sounded like when he said exactly what someone wanted to hear when they wanted to hear it. Xiah had done enough of that sort of manipulation in his own time.
He was smirking now, coy and almost boyish as he drew his hands behind his back in a position of what some might intemperate as command or confidence. This occurred even as Elliot moved close to him.
«Were all magical contracts so easy we would be suffocated with wizards, mages, witches, and warlocks,» Xiah scoffed playfully in reply. «Blood is not required for this, nor sacrifice,» he felt the need to explain, waving a hand beside him. «My maker had... an unusual sense of the old mystics—stories.
«A kiss,» he said simply. «A symbolism of the blinding.» He paused and rubbed his own chin, brow knitting in thought. He should explain further he supposed. No point in getting off on the wrong foot with someone who could potentially deny him his desires with a simple no. «It binds my life to yours, in a sense. My existence is contingent on your own. Without it I eventually run out of power and revert back to the book. You act as a tether to this realm for me, a tie. But the binding takes nothing from you.» Too good to be true? Perhaps. But Cedric had been too much of a damned goody goody to ever go the easy route and use dark magics for a revival of his sort. He supposed he should thankful to him for something, but that would require kindness. And there was nothing within that remained to be kind when it came to Cedric or Xiah’s other siblings.
«Does that sound sufficient, my dear prince?»
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