There was no way for Xiah to know what Elliot was thinking, but the pacing was quite telling—so was the humming. He could only hazard to assume the prince regent was considering his offer. There was the possibility that he was weighing the pros and cons of something else entirely, or, trying to confuse The Page; though, Xiah doubted it. The offer would sound too good to be true even to Xiah’s ears, and, were Elliot anything like himself—he supposed he might be—then Xiah would be surprised at a lack of hesitation. However... the seeming lack of knowledge did give him pause... but not visibly. It made him wonder, once again, how much had passed since he’d been imprisoned. Perhaps his brain was finally starting to settle, to force him to really notice things beyond a change in fashion in those present when compared against when he’d last been awake.
Had Cedric, with all his great affinity as a man of the mystical arts, been forgotten—dead? Then what of Rhys, Bard, and Christian? How much had the world changed that a man—who seemed to have an interest in the dark arts, who had the capacity to free him—would have no knowledge of The Pages? Had they all been forgotten? While it was true that in his own time the average lay worker knew nothing of such things, it would have been laughable for someone of magical means to have not heard of The Pages.
How much time had passed? This he questioned again as he glanced at the dying runes on the wall—evaluating them more closely with narrowed eyes. Their glow had diminished to the point of darkness. They barely provided enough light to see, wouldn’t on their own.
If Cedric were dead... he needed to reconsider a few things. Later. For now he needed to secure his own tangibility in the world.
His gaze slid back to Elliot as he responded—finally—and came closer to him with an open hand. Xiah exhaled through his nose, smiling easily in what could be called a practiced expression. He took a step forward in kind, accepting Elliot’s hand. But even as he slid his grip gently into the other man’s, as he invaded his space in a way that was unavoidable for what was to come, his other free hand came to rest on Elliot’s cheek—fingertips just barely sliding over and ear and into dark strands. He paused only for a moment, lips inches away, speaking quietly enough for only Elliot to hear.
«And so it begins.»
Then dark lashes fell, curtaining darker eyes, as he pressed his lips to Elliot’s. As he began, the pressure both gentle and soft, tongue licking once across the seam of the other man’s mouth—seeking entrance, the weaving began. Like an invisible kaleidoscope of a thousand threads, he could feel it. Something old, ancient, and something he’d never had the pleasure of feeling before. Cedric had been, after all, his one and only former tie to the tangible world. And that ritual had not required as much.
But as the binding began it also occurred to Xiah that the man in his grasp was one who held more power than the mere title of regent. He’d been able to sense some of it before; however, now it became a bit more clear. But then, Elliot would be able to sense that about him as well—a dangerous creature, one with whom it would not be wise to underestimate.
The Page had not chosen unwisely. Perhaps there had been some benefit to Cedric making his prison practically impossible to get to. In the end it meant the most viable and powerful candidate would free him.
He embraced the irony.
Had Cedric, with all his great affinity as a man of the mystical arts, been forgotten—dead? Then what of Rhys, Bard, and Christian? How much had the world changed that a man—who seemed to have an interest in the dark arts, who had the capacity to free him—would have no knowledge of The Pages? Had they all been forgotten? While it was true that in his own time the average lay worker knew nothing of such things, it would have been laughable for someone of magical means to have not heard of The Pages.
How much time had passed? This he questioned again as he glanced at the dying runes on the wall—evaluating them more closely with narrowed eyes. Their glow had diminished to the point of darkness. They barely provided enough light to see, wouldn’t on their own.
If Cedric were dead... he needed to reconsider a few things. Later. For now he needed to secure his own tangibility in the world.
His gaze slid back to Elliot as he responded—finally—and came closer to him with an open hand. Xiah exhaled through his nose, smiling easily in what could be called a practiced expression. He took a step forward in kind, accepting Elliot’s hand. But even as he slid his grip gently into the other man’s, as he invaded his space in a way that was unavoidable for what was to come, his other free hand came to rest on Elliot’s cheek—fingertips just barely sliding over and ear and into dark strands. He paused only for a moment, lips inches away, speaking quietly enough for only Elliot to hear.
«And so it begins.»
Then dark lashes fell, curtaining darker eyes, as he pressed his lips to Elliot’s. As he began, the pressure both gentle and soft, tongue licking once across the seam of the other man’s mouth—seeking entrance, the weaving began. Like an invisible kaleidoscope of a thousand threads, he could feel it. Something old, ancient, and something he’d never had the pleasure of feeling before. Cedric had been, after all, his one and only former tie to the tangible world. And that ritual had not required as much.
But as the binding began it also occurred to Xiah that the man in his grasp was one who held more power than the mere title of regent. He’d been able to sense some of it before; however, now it became a bit more clear. But then, Elliot would be able to sense that about him as well—a dangerous creature, one with whom it would not be wise to underestimate.
The Page had not chosen unwisely. Perhaps there had been some benefit to Cedric making his prison practically impossible to get to. In the end it meant the most viable and powerful candidate would free him.
He embraced the irony.
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