Elliot’s expression remained impassive as Xiah brushed fingers across his face. Digits skirted across the shell of his ear, into his hair and if he was at all off put by how quickly the distance was closed between them he didn’t show it. The warlock had to lift his eyes to hold Xiah’s gaze and he was petty enough to note that the height difference annoyed him; slight as it were. He still held the other man’s hand, and was unsure of what to do with his other. It went to the small of Xiah’s back. The barest of touches, mostly hovering, even though it seemed the most natural place to rest.
The prince tried not to focus on how ominous the other man’s words sounded to his ears. It did begin, but he didn’t even know what it was. Not yet. He’d followed this fool’s errand and found the tome he sought, but also more than that. Elliot had had a plan when there was only a book with untold mysteries involved, but now there was a man and a contract upsetting all of his careful strategy.
The kiss caught him off guard. Constantly lost in his own thoughts and only pulled back into the moment at hand by the press of a mouth on his. The instantaneous swell of power was undeniable, and Xiah’s magic buzzed against his lips. He could feel it in his fingertips and it resounded in his chest, where the page was pressed against the line of his body. Elliot was want to deny the press of Xiah’s tongue, ultimately uncomfortable with the power dynamic. Because, for the time being, he was not in control of it.
Unwilling to dash his efforts before they’d begun, Elliot’s lips parted, and the kiss deepened with little prompting. This book, this man, this power that he held in his hands was a new and unique feeling; more treacherous than any magic he’d pursued in the past.
He could practically feel Decland fidgeting behind him, uncomfortable with some aspect of the display. The swell of power left Elliot hyper-vigilant of his surroundings, even the smallest of projections from his guard distracting him from his task at hand. The seal of their mouths was broken with a shuddering inhale; entirely more enamored with the waning sorcery than the kiss itself.
«And so it is done,» he murmured, pulling away from Xiah all at once. Hand immediately went to the lapels of his jacket. Green eyes skirted across the lithe form in from of him before flickering away with the turn of his head. “Decland prepare to leave.” The next he said to Xiah. «Is there anything else in this forsaken prison that would be worth our time?»
The prince tried not to focus on how ominous the other man’s words sounded to his ears. It did begin, but he didn’t even know what it was. Not yet. He’d followed this fool’s errand and found the tome he sought, but also more than that. Elliot had had a plan when there was only a book with untold mysteries involved, but now there was a man and a contract upsetting all of his careful strategy.
The kiss caught him off guard. Constantly lost in his own thoughts and only pulled back into the moment at hand by the press of a mouth on his. The instantaneous swell of power was undeniable, and Xiah’s magic buzzed against his lips. He could feel it in his fingertips and it resounded in his chest, where the page was pressed against the line of his body. Elliot was want to deny the press of Xiah’s tongue, ultimately uncomfortable with the power dynamic. Because, for the time being, he was not in control of it.
Unwilling to dash his efforts before they’d begun, Elliot’s lips parted, and the kiss deepened with little prompting. This book, this man, this power that he held in his hands was a new and unique feeling; more treacherous than any magic he’d pursued in the past.
He could practically feel Decland fidgeting behind him, uncomfortable with some aspect of the display. The swell of power left Elliot hyper-vigilant of his surroundings, even the smallest of projections from his guard distracting him from his task at hand. The seal of their mouths was broken with a shuddering inhale; entirely more enamored with the waning sorcery than the kiss itself.
«And so it is done,» he murmured, pulling away from Xiah all at once. Hand immediately went to the lapels of his jacket. Green eyes skirted across the lithe form in from of him before flickering away with the turn of his head. “Decland prepare to leave.” The next he said to Xiah. «Is there anything else in this forsaken prison that would be worth our time?»
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