i never said that i would be your lover
i never said that i would be your friend
i never said that i would take no other
“I tend to enjoy the company of monsters. It’s one of the few failings of my character.” There is just enough seriousness in this reply to acknowledge the truth that it happens to be. Still she lets a smile flicker across her mouth, willing to jest in the face of another truth. Kensa has heard of his atrocities, but she knows only this man this dragon-king and will judge him according to how he treats her family, her people, and herself.
Of course she is still cautious. Especially because her opinion could easily be altered by the delicious tension that has flared to life between them. His words land warm over the crest of her neck. She does enjoy the particular heat that radiates off the Loessian king, wonders how it might amplify if she should she entice him into an even more pleasant visit. Of all the mistakes she might be making with Castile though, that would likely be the most fraught. She has not yet considered the complications she might create by making lovers out of leaders that she should treat with only diplomacy and the occasional bit of pestering. Now the subject seems unavoidable, and she wonders if her considerable will can be turned toward resisting indulging herself (she rarely bothers to deny herself any diversion). “Perhaps.” The Primarch chirps pleasantly, keeping to politics even while indulging the suggestion. “If you don’t mind the occasional bit of entertainment at your own expense. Even my more-than-friends will occasionally be called upon to amuse Hyaline.” A flash of topaz eyes, merry. “I’m sure you would understand.” Flirtation sweetens her words all the more. She again makes no threats, she is not in the business of war, only a few games, only a little disruption.
Kensa takes liberties that others would not have in moving close and murmuring Castile’s name in a voice she should perhaps not use with him. Not when the air between them seems to thin so rapidly. Her heart thunders when Castile leans into her, and though they only press close there is a danger so alive that Kensa’s stomach sinks and the breath disappears from her lungs and she should stop letting him touch her but she cannot. “I might have some suggestions once you secure said dark, empty forest.” She ought to shut up, and does, but only after exhaling in a shuddering way. When she breathes in again, slow and careful, it is a breath full of the scent of him and a smile steadies itself onto her lips. She cannot resist looking up at Castile through her dark lashes.“There are some things best left undone. Some pleasures that exist only in the space between things.” A whisper, if anyone were looking they would perhaps see only two leaders keeping a close confidence. Kensa does not reject the attraction, but she too maintains only the press of his skin against her own, savoring muscle and bone fit neatly against supple gold etched curves.
@[Castile]
