gaza
There is nothing like having a partner in crime; once he’d had two, but they left and never looked back. For awhile, he had that with Drow, as they played in the pond, and now he finds he has the feisty Lyris. Eld and Wichita are quiet and shy - beautiful - but quiet and shy. He becomes more… mature around them, if that is at all possible. With Lyris, he stays the same. He can be the man-boy as they flirt and jest like two quick-witted college kids.
“Hmmm…” he muses - what could he offer her that she didn’t already have? Nothing too serious, of course. They don’t play that game. “How about a leg and a half - and might I point out that they are very meaty legs, worth a fortune on the black market - and let’s say… a fifth of my immortal soul? Not as valuable as the legs, but also not a total rip off.” When he finally closes his mouth, he trails it along her spine, taking a step to follow it toward the round, muscular curve of her haunches.
Gaza snorts softly. “Whatever for? Got an itch to get sand in some sensitive places?” Oh, it’s classic deflection. The Desert is dead and he’s ashamed that he’s all but abandoned it, leaving his Ima to the ghost of his father, and for the Queens to sort it all out themselves. In that moment, he knows he isn’t a part of the kingdom. Not anymore. You see, sometimes it just takes talking it out to decide a solid plan. Ugh, why wasn’t Lyris around more often? “Not quite. I’m leaning towards the Falls or the Gates. I’ve heard they need a few good men. Not sure if that applies to me, but…” he trails off and chuckles. “I’ll tell you where I end up so you can come and visit. Unless stallions are all of a sudden welcome in the Jungle.”
Gaza gently nips at the top of her hips, sighing heavily in the back of his throat. Oof. He wants her. But he won’t move without some sort of sign. No way in hell was he going to piss off an amazon warrior AND the bringer of cool air. That’s just dumb.
vanquish x yael
[sorry this took so long :/ ]