It's not? [Khalid feigns a look of surprise that is completely undone by the mischievous tilt of his lips. Green eyes sparkle with heat and amusement when Sylvain starts making an excuse for them to head off to their rooms, obligingly moving his legs to the floor so he can stand as well.
It's adorable, the way Sylvain has kissed all his friends goodnight, but the way Dimitri just melts into it has Khalid's heart feeling soft. If Khalid hadn't grown up in a royal family himself, it might be hard to believe he was a king when he goes all melty like that.
And then there's Felix. All that bristly cat-like irritation is cute in its own way, but his reddened face and the fact that he still allows Sylvain his kiss goodnight speaks volumes. Felix grabbing Sylvain happens faster than he can react to it and by the time the alarm bells of a threat have rung in his mind it's already over, which is for the better in this case-- Sylvain is clearly surprised but not actually hurt and Dimitri looks vaguely exasperated but fond.
Khalid huffs out a laugh, allowing the adrenaline to settle. He's been rather protective of Sylvain ever since the stabbing incident.] It's been a delight meeting you all... the letters don't do your charms any justice.
[Felix is still huffing and bristling and looks like he might try to bite him too if he gets too close, but Dimitri delicately takes one of Khalid's hands in his own, bringing it to his lips to kiss his knuckles in a courtly gesture that has Khalid's face burning with heat. Sleep well, Khalid.
With the tables soundly turned on them, Khalid and Sylvain somehow make their way back to the royal wing. He doesn't dare speak a word about it until their door is closed and locked behind them, and even then all he can do for a moment is cling to Sylvain's side, press his forehead to his husband's shoulder and give a flustered laugh.] I think my plan worked too well.
[That Khalid would feel a spike of fear from Felix's sudden assault doesn't even occur to Sylvain. He's just used to the sudden little attacks for revenge and the maintenance of Felix's ego, and neither he nor Dimitri is surprised or bothered by the thing. Though his ear stings pleasantly all the way back to their rooms.
Sylvain does not miss the flush that spreads across his husband's face when Dimitri pulls his courtly sweetness on him. Felix rolls his eyes as well, but Sylvain is too busy enjoying the sight of flustered Khalid, and of Khalid being as weak to Dimitri as Sylvain himself is is gratifying.
As soon as they're alone behind a locked door he laughs, pulling Khalid close to his side.]
It's vindicating to see that even my stoic princely Khalid isn't immune to his Majesty's charms.
[Sylvain is lucky it's his birthday, and that Khalid has had a glass and a half of wine, or he'd be trying harder to hide that fluster. Instead he presses himself closer to Sylvain, his laugh turning to more of a giggle.]
The worst part is he's not even trying to be charming. Well, maybe that time he was, after all that teasing, but not usually, from what I've seen. [He sighs, reaching a hand up to rub his finger along the shell of the ear Felix had bitten. He grins lustily up at Sylvain, his other hand sliding shamelessly into the low collar of his top. The top Khalid had chosen for him, silk that flattered from every angle.] Hmmm, as excited as I am for the direction things might be headed in there, I'm still glad I get to be a little selfish with you tonight. How do you want me to spoil you now, ātashé del-am?
[Sylvain enjoys having Khalid plastered to his side, the firm warmth of his body and the emotional warmth of being someone to cling to... Sylvain's a little flushed as well. He rubs a hand over Khalid's back, leaning his cheek onto dark curls for a moment.]
You're right about that. He's usually just bumbling along, clueless about how cute he is. [He lifts his head a little so he can glance down and see his husband's face after the touch to his ear. He feels a little shiver of promise run down his spine at the expression he sees there. He tucks his own hand under a sash and up into Khalid's top in revenge.]
I'm all yours for the rest of the night, love. [He presses lips to Khalid's hairline. He slips into Almyran, his tone low.] Mmmm, do you want to have me still partly dressed in all this finery you picked out for me, my sweet?
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It's adorable, the way Sylvain has kissed all his friends goodnight, but the way Dimitri just melts into it has Khalid's heart feeling soft. If Khalid hadn't grown up in a royal family himself, it might be hard to believe he was a king when he goes all melty like that.
And then there's Felix. All that bristly cat-like irritation is cute in its own way, but his reddened face and the fact that he still allows Sylvain his kiss goodnight speaks volumes. Felix grabbing Sylvain happens faster than he can react to it and by the time the alarm bells of a threat have rung in his mind it's already over, which is for the better in this case-- Sylvain is clearly surprised but not actually hurt and Dimitri looks vaguely exasperated but fond.
Khalid huffs out a laugh, allowing the adrenaline to settle. He's been rather protective of Sylvain ever since the stabbing incident.] It's been a delight meeting you all... the letters don't do your charms any justice.
[Felix is still huffing and bristling and looks like he might try to bite him too if he gets too close, but Dimitri delicately takes one of Khalid's hands in his own, bringing it to his lips to kiss his knuckles in a courtly gesture that has Khalid's face burning with heat. Sleep well, Khalid.
With the tables soundly turned on them, Khalid and Sylvain somehow make their way back to the royal wing. He doesn't dare speak a word about it until their door is closed and locked behind them, and even then all he can do for a moment is cling to Sylvain's side, press his forehead to his husband's shoulder and give a flustered laugh.] I think my plan worked too well.
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[That Khalid would feel a spike of fear from Felix's sudden assault doesn't even occur to Sylvain. He's just used to the sudden little attacks for revenge and the maintenance of Felix's ego, and neither he nor Dimitri is surprised or bothered by the thing. Though his ear stings pleasantly all the way back to their rooms.
Sylvain does not miss the flush that spreads across his husband's face when Dimitri pulls his courtly sweetness on him. Felix rolls his eyes as well, but Sylvain is too busy enjoying the sight of flustered Khalid, and of Khalid being as weak to Dimitri as Sylvain himself is is gratifying.
As soon as they're alone behind a locked door he laughs, pulling Khalid close to his side.]
It's vindicating to see that even my stoic princely Khalid isn't immune to his Majesty's charms.
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The worst part is he's not even trying to be charming. Well, maybe that time he was, after all that teasing, but not usually, from what I've seen. [He sighs, reaching a hand up to rub his finger along the shell of the ear Felix had bitten. He grins lustily up at Sylvain, his other hand sliding shamelessly into the low collar of his top. The top Khalid had chosen for him, silk that flattered from every angle.] Hmmm, as excited as I am for the direction things might be headed in there, I'm still glad I get to be a little selfish with you tonight. How do you want me to spoil you now, ātashé del-am?
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[Sylvain enjoys having Khalid plastered to his side, the firm warmth of his body and the emotional warmth of being someone to cling to... Sylvain's a little flushed as well. He rubs a hand over Khalid's back, leaning his cheek onto dark curls for a moment.]
You're right about that. He's usually just bumbling along, clueless about how cute he is. [He lifts his head a little so he can glance down and see his husband's face after the touch to his ear. He feels a little shiver of promise run down his spine at the expression he sees there. He tucks his own hand under a sash and up into Khalid's top in revenge.]
I'm all yours for the rest of the night, love. [He presses lips to Khalid's hairline. He slips into Almyran, his tone low.] Mmmm, do you want to have me still partly dressed in all this finery you picked out for me, my sweet?