Cardan’s amused huff will ruffle Nikolai’s golden hair. He turns his head to nuzzle at Nikolai’s wrist, pressing his lips to the point where a pulse beats against the skin. His thoughts are pleasantly strategic– On the table? Maybe. How much does Nikolai value those teacups, anyway? ]
Are you so intent on finding my weaknesses?
[ His tone suggests that perhaps this says more about Nikolai than about Cardan. Oh, it’s hypocrisy – from a Faerie lord most of all – but when has that stopped him?
Anyway, it doesn’t matter. His smile curls against Nikolai’s hand, against those curious black scars. Nikolai no longer keeps them hidden, Cardan has noticed, thought he does not know what has changed. His mouth follows an ink-dark line up across Nikolai’s palm, drags the tip of his tongue up the length of a dark middle finger.
They are more calloused than Cardan’s. He wonders what it is that Nikolai puts them to. ]
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Cardan’s amused huff will ruffle Nikolai’s golden hair. He turns his head to nuzzle at Nikolai’s wrist, pressing his lips to the point where a pulse beats against the skin. His thoughts are pleasantly strategic– On the table? Maybe. How much does Nikolai value those teacups, anyway? ]
Are you so intent on finding my weaknesses?
[ His tone suggests that perhaps this says more about Nikolai than about Cardan. Oh, it’s hypocrisy – from a Faerie lord most of all – but when has that stopped him?
Anyway, it doesn’t matter. His smile curls against Nikolai’s hand, against those curious black scars. Nikolai no longer keeps them hidden, Cardan has noticed, thought he does not know what has changed. His mouth follows an ink-dark line up across Nikolai’s palm, drags the tip of his tongue up the length of a dark middle finger.
They are more calloused than Cardan’s. He wonders what it is that Nikolai puts them to. ]