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 Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 8:21 pm
Aurora grinned. "Alright, I'll do my best to not make you into my enemy, then. The truth is, I've had full intention to do that since the very moment we met!" he replied lightly. Nic was always so... funny. Of course, there were certain of the fairies who had a nice humor.... but this was different. This was... human. There were too many fairy jokes that Aurora didn't understand in the least. Nic's words were simple. It was... nice. Aurora liked it.
"Yeah. You. New clothes. You wouldn't believe how good Emily is at estimating sizes.... But then I don't know if she even had to estimate yours. She might have taken your size when you weren't paying attention... like when you were sleeping or--" Aurora stopped suddenly, a bit of pink forming on his cheeks. If she had sized him up when they were sleeping then she would have seen.... that. And she would most certainly have gotten the wrong idea.
Just as Aurora was about to speak up about that, there came the sound of Nic's towel falling to the ground. Aurora hastilly deverted his eyes, the pink on his cheeks growing tenfold and burning all the deeper. It was too late, though. He'd already accidently caught a glimpse of the other..... Not only was Aurora protective of the showing of his own skin, but at the same he hardly ever saw others. It was, he thought, an incredibly private thing.....
It took the prince several moments until he could glance back over. His cheeks were still quite a vivid, burning red, but at least now Nic was clothed. "It... you... look good," he mumbled slowly, pale brow furrowed over his dark eyes. He couldn't meet the other's gaze. Yes, Nic did look good -- almost too much so. Though there was a certain rugged appeal in the other's usual look, the way he was dressed at the moment would certainly garner him much more attention in the castle....
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 12:10 pm
Ryland's grasp on the cleverly guised elf slackened, and his stomach suddenly felt very light. When their lips touched, there wasn't any particular spark... no fireworks... no shout from the heavens to denounce that Balthier was his true love, and for a moment, Ryland was mildly disappointed. HOW was he supposed to figure his curse out if it wasn't an obvious connection?
Come on. Wasn't this prince freakin charming in front of him?
Ryland wasn't one to decline a kiss altogether, but he knew what he wanted. "Come now, aren't you supposed to lead a country someday? What are you, weak? Stop kissing me like a pansy. I thought your tongue was supposed to be special or something," he murmured, taunting.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 4:11 pm
"Sleeping or.. what?" Nic asked, looking back over his shoulder at Aurora, not catching on until he spotted the prince's reddened cheeks. "Oh! Hm, wow, uh.. Nope. I don't think that would have been the case at all. Definitely pure estimation." The dark-haired knight fell into a bit of incoherant mumbling as he pretended to fiddle with one of the many buttons on his overly fandy jacket.
Aurora's mother had seen them and Remy had seen them. Surely no one else would have had the audacity to waltz into the prince's room while he slept, would they? If that were the case, who knew how many rumors were spreading throughout the castle corridors already. He would have never suspected things to turn out like this when he had first set out on his journey.
"Yeah.. thanks.." Nic replied, brushing off some invisible dust from his clothes. With his head down, he peeked up through his veil of bangs to see Aurora was trying just as hard to keep his gaze averted. He decided to help him out a bit and walked away from the prince, out of his initial line of sight. "So, shall we go flaunt ourselves about the castle or are we going to stay cooped up in your room all day?" he asked, tyring something(anything!) to break their awkward air. "Oh! Or here's an idea.. You let me escort you out into town as your personal knight. We'll get to show each other off, huh? And if your towns anything like the others I've been to, they always have the best food at the vendors."
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 2:16 pm
Unaware of Ryland's disappointment with the lack of miracle in the kiss, Balthier smirked at the other for his cheeky comment. If only he had known the ruby-haired prince was hopefully anticipating something, the conniving wizard would have ruthlessly messed with him. Maybe sending some bone-tingling sparks up his spine or something. Sure he would have found out it was a fluke later that evening when he sprouted his familiar tail and fins, but it would have been so much fun playing with him while he could've had the chance.
But maybe.. he still had a chance. He'd just let himself worry about that later, though. First he had to keep this prince's attention with him the rest of the evening.
"Once again, forgive me, Prince Ryland," Balthier said, snaking his other arm around the boy's waist. "But I cannot take such insults to my name lightly. I must defend my reputation." And pulling Ryland tightly against himself, he pressed his lips against the other's once again. This time there was no being gentle and using little gestures to ask for permission. He practically forced his tongue down the prince's throat, giving him just the show he had asked for, hardly giving the other a chance to breathe.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 9:37 am
Ryland was surprised at Balthier's lack of embellishment to his oral attribute. Frequently royals played up their qualities to boost egos, but he could find no fault with the deft and long fixation. Although he didn't catch a glimmer of silver, the true prince wasn't wholly concerned with the tongue's color as he found himself sparring with it. Balthier wasn't acting hesitant or careful with him, but Ryland appreciated the challenge.
It wasn't too long before he realized he was losing.
A frenzied quarrel melted to a dance, but Ryland was the first to pull away for air. Stupid human adjustment: merpeople could kiss for hours and never surface thanks to the adaptation of gills. It was yet another adjustment to acclimate himself to. Breathing deeply, he noted with some satisfaction that he'd managed to wrinkle the other's shirt. Removing his curled fingers from the fabric, he stifled a mischievous grin. "Sorry about that," he muttered.
Senses returning to him, Ryland remembered his location. "This... I need to go. That was 'amazing,' but... I have to do something before-- er-- I see you tonight at the festival," Ryland lied, trying to excuse himself as smoothly as he could. He disengaged from the prince. Resisting the desire to kiss him goodbye (for he would have required strength he did not possess to leave then), Ryland bolted down the hall and took the first flight of stairs to the level below.
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