[ It's then that Wrathion's smile widens and he reaches up to slide the half-mask off. Now, it's known that the eyes of the pure-blooded dragons glow--but only one flight has a proclivity for ruby-red eyes, and they're all dead except one. Wrathion rests his forehead against Niles' in a mimicry of lover's affection, voice low in case the walls had ears... though if Wrathion's guards had done their job, the wall's ears belonged to Wrathion anyway. ]
Your lover's got his hands in a few pots he really shouldn't have them in. The king's quite cross--thus, he sent for me to resolve the issue in a manner fit to my choosing. Considering that the things he's dabbling in add up to treason, and I'm very fond of his majesty, well... my choice is obvious.
[Niles knew of the eyes, but he was simply too unfamiliar with them to really pinpoint it. He gets nice and comfortable and listens closely. He's not surprised this has happened though. His 'lover' always seemed like the type.]
So they're good as dead? Fine by me.
[He doesn't mind one bit. He doesn't even need an explanation. He is happy to let them all die.]
[ He starts to slip the mask back on, feeling that his point was suitably made--he wouldn't want to be caught out by the lone guard not yet in his pocket, after all. He runs his hands over Niles' hips, continuing to murmur against his ear. ]
As soon as my men locate concrete evidence of the lord's wrongdoing, I'm given leave to act as judge, jury, and executioner. They're close; the less the lord suspects of me, the more likely he is to make a mistake and leave things in the open.
[ ... and. Well. Wrathion does have a naked man in his lap. ]
So, if you can tolerate playing my entertainment for a while more in order to make your 'master' think I've missed the scent, I'd see to it that you're rewarded with whatever you wish.
...It just... can't take more than two more months.
[He doesn't think it will, but there's a fear settling into his voice and into his eyes as if he knows that once his time is up, his time is truly up. They won't leave him alive if he knows.]
I can't do a damn thing to help you but please don't take long.
[ And again, the blackened core beating in Wrathion's chest pangs for Niles. He strokes the man's face, smile softening on his edges as he draws him in close, all but breathing softness against his ear. ]
Two months? Dear man, I intend to have this resolved in two days. My very important time has other places to be spent.
[ He's playing with Niles' hair, curling a lock around his finger with an affectionate little hum. ]
Think of it as building anticipation for the main event. As I said, I need concrete evidence to prove to the king that my ruling was just and worthy of being so... final.
[ He continues to play with Niles' hair, a curiosity wiggling free of his better senses. ]
What did you do before you took to playing mother?
...I'll make a deal with you. In 24 hours, I want to have them both dead by my hands. If you can provide that, I will be the most loyal man you have ever had working for you.
And if it takes longer, I make no promises about working for you. Are we clear?
You take all of the fun out of hanging a man with his own noose, you know that?
[ There's a glimmer of irritation in Wrathion's mien, a displeasure with being given an ultimatum, of all things... but he smooths it down. Thinks it over. Rolling his shoulder and runs the calculation, ruby-red eyes flickering as he thinks through the possibilities and the steps--before he finally gives a nod and a bit of a shrug. ]
Very well. Your hands will be stained with their blood by this time tomorrow--and as a result, you will serve me for the rest of your life. We've an accord?
[ He holds out a gloved hand, golden-tipped gauntlets glittering in the firelight with equal parts danger and promise, eyes burning with dragonfire. ]
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Date: 2018-08-21 03:46 am (UTC)[ It's then that Wrathion's smile widens and he reaches up to slide the half-mask off. Now, it's known that the eyes of the pure-blooded dragons glow--but only one flight has a proclivity for ruby-red eyes, and they're all dead except one. Wrathion rests his forehead against Niles' in a mimicry of lover's affection, voice low in case the walls had ears... though if Wrathion's guards had done their job, the wall's ears belonged to Wrathion anyway. ]
Your lover's got his hands in a few pots he really shouldn't have them in. The king's quite cross--thus, he sent for me to resolve the issue in a manner fit to my choosing. Considering that the things he's dabbling in add up to treason, and I'm very fond of his majesty, well... my choice is obvious.
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Date: 2018-08-21 03:53 am (UTC)So they're good as dead? Fine by me.
[He doesn't mind one bit. He doesn't even need an explanation. He is happy to let them all die.]
When do we do it?
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Date: 2018-08-21 03:58 am (UTC)As soon as my men locate concrete evidence of the lord's wrongdoing, I'm given leave to act as judge, jury, and executioner. They're close; the less the lord suspects of me, the more likely he is to make a mistake and leave things in the open.
[ ... and. Well. Wrathion does have a naked man in his lap. ]
So, if you can tolerate playing my entertainment for a while more in order to make your 'master' think I've missed the scent, I'd see to it that you're rewarded with whatever you wish.
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Date: 2018-08-21 04:03 am (UTC)[He doesn't think it will, but there's a fear settling into his voice and into his eyes as if he knows that once his time is up, his time is truly up. They won't leave him alive if he knows.]
I can't do a damn thing to help you but please don't take long.
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Date: 2018-08-21 04:19 am (UTC)Two months? Dear man, I intend to have this resolved in two days. My very important time has other places to be spent.
[ He's playing with Niles' hair, curling a lock around his finger with an affectionate little hum. ]
Where will you go, when the work is done?
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Date: 2018-08-21 04:20 am (UTC)[But he feels relieved now that he knows he won't be trapped here forever. Sighing lightly.]
A whore house. Might as well, have to raise a kid somehow.
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Date: 2018-08-21 04:25 am (UTC)[ He continues to play with Niles' hair, a curiosity wiggling free of his better senses. ]
What did you do before you took to playing mother?
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Date: 2018-08-21 04:26 am (UTC)[He rubs his hand over his face with a laugh.]
At least if I work on it now, I won't be able to get pregnant again.
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Date: 2018-08-21 04:35 am (UTC)I've always got a use for loyal men of that caliber. [ ... because what's a mission if you don't pick up your reparations along the way? ]
The Black Prince is good to his people, I assure you.
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Date: 2018-09-02 05:45 am (UTC)And if it takes longer, I make no promises about working for you. Are we clear?
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Date: 2018-10-19 02:50 am (UTC)[ There's a glimmer of irritation in Wrathion's mien, a displeasure with being given an ultimatum, of all things... but he smooths it down. Thinks it over. Rolling his shoulder and runs the calculation, ruby-red eyes flickering as he thinks through the possibilities and the steps--before he finally gives a nod and a bit of a shrug. ]
Very well. Your hands will be stained with their blood by this time tomorrow--and as a result, you will serve me for the rest of your life. We've an accord?
[ He holds out a gloved hand, golden-tipped gauntlets glittering in the firelight with equal parts danger and promise, eyes burning with dragonfire. ]
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Date: 2018-11-13 04:28 am (UTC)[If he wants to get his revenge, he wants to do it while it's delicious and hot. He doesn't want to wait for them to choke and die.]
We have.
[Taking it and shaking his hand.]
I look forward to it.