Legend of Ransera

“Well, that’s true…” Khyan’s chuckle persisted a bit longer at the notion, “You did give me a rather foreboding caveat about your fast waning interests when we first met, so it seemed practical to assume you’d vanished on purpose…” It had weighed heavily on his otherwise idle mind ever since it had been relayed. One of his biggest struggles was in attempting to maintain some semblance of dignity as he obsessed day after day. It had been so much easier to find diversion from such worries when he’d been a Patrician.

“How odd that you should encounter a Kalzasern in the open desert…” Khyan mused, furrowing his brow. Though he wasn’t overly political, his father had been consul of the Senatus Minor during Solunarium’s first diplomatic mission to Karnor in living memory. It had been a major topic of dinner table conversation, as the elder Nykara gushes excitedly over the opportunities it might portend.

“Do you think it has anything to do with the recent envoy of Sentinels that was sent there?”He didn’t know who was involved in that mission. Such probably wasn’t even public knowledge, but it seemed to have led to the loosening of certain restrictions and created a bit of an immigration boom. “I actually met a human boy from Kalzasi the day of the Mists. I introduced him to the concept of Mesmusic. He was adorably bright eyed about the whole thing. They seem to be having quite a moment in Solunarium, these Kalzasern…” Very peculiar. He might have even been excited at the prospects presented had he still been in a better social position.

“Well, if you meet His Serene Highness tomorrow and he propositions you, I do hope you’ll at least have the decency to pitch a threesome with your favourite servus.” He winked and sniggered.

“But rest assured, I shall pray to the Founders that Drævyn is smitten and you are not smote.”

"Stop it, Eros!" Khyan protested, squirming. "You're making me blush!" He buried his face into the bedding, and curled into a little ball of Khyan for a few moments, before relaxing his body again into the warmth of the other. He might have returned those warm compliments, but he'd said so much already and was afraid to say more. He felt like he'd been teetering so close to the edge of Eros' comfort, and he didn't wish to tumble onto the wrong side of it with an overshare.

"It sounds like a risky gambit, but they say the most worthwhile ones often are..." He grimaced slightly, "Just... be careful, Eros, please? Be risky, not reckless. It was hard enough to lose you for a week. Our strange little arrangement is hard enough without you finding yourself similarly afflicted..." He reached up to tap his gold collar with his index finger for emphasis, "Or worse." He let that hand fall to find Eros' again.

"Perhaps it was the same boy..." He conceded thoughtfully, drawing up his recollections of the musicus. "Taller than me, pale as a Silver Elf with striking blue eyes? I introduced him to the Noctis Æternæ. He wanted to dance with me but he wouldn't bed me. Said he has a jealous lover- This was, before I met you, of course..." He chuckled anxiously, "I haven't had as much of a chance to cat around, lately, obviously..." He couldn't keep going out every night collarless in the Umbrium and expect not to be recognised. Even with his Craft as powerful as it was, this was the seat of the Sentinels. There were Semblers of equal power and greater.

"Well, I'm at the Domus Argenti in the Umbrium if you can find a safe means of reaching me there, or you can give me a time and place to be and I'll meet you if you're able to make it. If you don't show up, I'll know it isn't your fault this time... And I'll do what I can to find and help you." He promised.

"Oh, so I was raised poorly to have ended up with a collar?" Khyan countered, but he immediately broke into a jovial smile. He was only in jest, and hoping to keep the mood light as the conversation turned to tenuous things.

"A fair question... I certainly don't know many foreigners, so it's hard to gauge them independent of their realms of origin. And those I have met prior to this season have been acquainted enough with our ways as not to demand extra scrutiny. I wonder if this will be the new normal, now that we've opened diplomatic relations with the North... What a time to be alive!" He smiled a bit at the compliment to how he looked in his golden accessory.

"Heh, gratias, I guess..." Collars like these were meant to denote servi of particular worth. They were intended to put off would-be abductors or attackers from harming the property, and many were enchanted with means of tracking or defending the wearer. Some were merely ornamental and relied upon the threat of that possibility and the rational fear of reprisal that might await anyone who harmed the collared slave.

"Finn." Khyan clarified with a nod. "I never gleaned whether that was Prænomen, Nomen or Cognomen, but that was what he called himself when we met. Ah, the lover is an Elf and a Vigil's son at that?" His eyes widened slightly, "Fæx. I'm glad I didn't pursue Finn after he let me down easy, then." That could have gone very poorly indeed.

"I mean... He was strapping and all, but how can a mere human with static skin compete with Starlight?" He grinned devilishly, "I'd have dropped him like magmatyte once I clapped eyes on you, luv." Khyan nodded.

"I can do that and- Ha! Æros?" He chuckled, "My full cognomen is Khyan, not just Khy. Vinicius Nykara Khyan. But you can still just call me Khy, if you prefer. I rather like it on your lips. I also like me on your lips." He said, kissing him contentedly.

"I don't think it's anything special..." Khyan protested with a bashful shrug of the one shoulder that wasn't holding him up. "I just treat you as befits you in my eyes." He wrinkled his nose, wincing at how stupid he sounded in so saying.

"I'm just glad I troubled myself to study Common when I was younger, though I could certainly be more fluent. Finn seemed to follow me all right, but I'm sure my accent is abysmal." He chuckled at the notion. He didn't know the language well enough to have any concept of dialects, and he couldn't imagine the Kalzasern dialect was akin to those of Southern Ailizane. Being closer to Solunarium, those tended to be where any Common education would derive from.

"Oh, sure. Anything for you, Starlight." He smiled brightly. Being classically trained meant that he had been educated in how to confer a Semblance Rune, though he'd never actually had an opportunity to execute the ritual. "Maybe I'll take you up on that at some point... Being entwined with both our Mesmer and our Semblance might add yet another layer of amazing to our coupling." He posited, because of course that was the first place his teenage mind went at the thought of having more Runes in common.

"It's fine... It's good to laugh at this stuff. Makes it easier, and well... At least I'm favoured with a pricey collar rather than being saddled with something cheap and gauche, huh?" He offered a good-natured chuckle.

"Such a waste of a perfectly pert rear, but far be it from me to question a Re'hyæan on his dating habits... Even if he did probably derive them from a heathen culture abroad." He sidled closer and pulled Er-... No, Æros' hands around his slender waist as they kissed. He was so slim around the middle that the half-elf's hands felt huge on his soft, hairless skin.

"Well, I thought I wanted to be a Sentinel for a while, so I did work on pronunciation more than most, but... That was a long time, and a great deal of wine ago. I must have sounded ridiculous in Common when I spoke to Finn." Khyan chuckled, "I hope our accent at least sounds cute and not grating to foreign ears. I just have no idea how we'd come across, having met so few outlanders." He raised both eyebrows at the caveat and shrugged.

"I'm not really the careful sort." He countered, "As for 'the little trick'..." Khyan had to chuckle at that phrasing, "I don't think it's normal. I mean it certainly isn't anything we covered in class at the Academia, I can tell you that much, but no. I've never heard of anyone else who could do it. I think I am just such a sexual being that I manifested it through force of will. I don't know if it can be taught, but gods know I'll try." He winked.

As Khyan was drawn onto Æros' lap, he shifted so he could straddle him- front to front. He rested his hands on the other's shoulders as larger hands roamed his own form. He hummed against his mouth as his grip tightened round his rear. He flexed his buttocks into that grip and let his tongue wander forth to graze Æros' lips and beyond- Just gently, never aggressive.

As Æros deployed his Mesmer, Khyan would engage his own Craft to glean what pleasures his lover might be enjoying to supplement his own. One hand slid from his shoulder to the back of his neck, sliding dusky fingers through the platinum white waterfall of his silky hair. Though, indeed, it hadn't been terribly long since their last coupling, the distance and drama that had sundered them of late, was enough to lend additional fire to the moment at hand.