' clears throat. '
cursory fondness of breeze adorns gesturing radiance of upturned lips as three males occupy the quarters of one. an inducing elation cajoles smirk of complexion; ardyn’s pace — entertaining the proximity of his sentinel — remains an impelling compulsion. to estimate how long the healer had scavenged the man’s breathing space was a numeral of conjecture. to infer ardyn’s affects on the male, however, was a different story entirely. as such, it was effortless for the brothers to recognize cor’s unease, and to act upon this notion was a lenience purposely delayed. what could possibly be wrong with toying with a god? nothing, as far as the king of light was concerned. an afternoon of clothing alterations was but a harmless pleasure for the agile hands, and deft creativity of eos’s savior to be.
reticence, a formality when in the presence of not one — but two kings ( one of which without crown ), manifested an excuse for the trio to remain silent until such a time as the caelums necessitate answer. naturally, the elder of the two brothers could listen to himself narrate his every concept. to pretend as though such a soliloquy was genuinely fascinating remains an arduous challenge for the youngest, izunia, though his tolerance for his sibling is exercised nonetheless. that is not to say ardyn’s reflections were any of the sort repetitive, or irking — rather, a hereditary disinterest from one brother to the next. ardyn thrives within cognition, appropriating any means of conversation from the intellectual stimulus of another. to say the two present foil characteristics — ones periodically brought forth to their attention — was an understatement.
“ oh , i’m not sure . it’s so hard to decide . perhaps it’s the lighting —— no , that can’t be right . ahh … we were on such a good streak with you , cor — hmmn … but something is missing . ” solitary finger meets indeterminacy of cognizance, tapping the flat of its deliberation on cusp of chin. a mirror, impartial to the flush of the deity’s cheekbones in having the chosen so near, communicates ardyn’s ambition. to refine the attire of the man to remain at his side — dutifully hitched — takes time he never bargained for; an aesthetic obstacle to his patience. notably, ardyn has always prioritized the augmentative appeal of others before himself ( as his comes naturally ). thus, cor leonis must be handled his way.
initiative vacillates behind amber optics; composition of stature immune to cor’s alluding for izunia’s rescue. ‘ help me , ’ says the lamb, but it had long wandered into the fox’s den. fortunately, ardyn is gentle — of moderate appetite; no more voracious than the ‘ shepherd ’ from whom he departed. a fox will be without supper, instead dining on the companionship of that which wandered to its territory. an emotive generosity to be lost, come further exposure to the scourge. the flavour of cor’s nervousness tugs lips beyond that of conventional amity; a clever trick of appendages as they converge to proximate belt clasp.
“ let us ——— experiment further . i say —— start with nothing . i simply cannot work with a half - finished canvas . your preference for clothes is hideous when not appointed to you , brother . how i ever let you decide his garments thus far escapes me — ” before alacrity of digits permits ardyn to unfasten the leather strap of cor leonis’s waist, fingers are halted, seized by divinity; the verbosity of motion lost behind paled, azure hues. forthcoming nudity alarms the god; his brother as well.
clearing of throat, reverberated from one of two closest the mirror, is protracted; a reluctance shared transversely to window sill as izunia removes himself from sunlight’s luminosity and approaches the merger of hands.
‘ that’s enough , ’ he says. the eldest complies.
