I'm back to rendering Fernan... I guess it's his coloring - my characters usually have very pale complexion, so it is fun to work with a darker shade for a change
"Anything you want." Fernans breathy voice caught on just the right note.
"What if I want you to be madly in love and run away with me?" What on earth was coming out of his mouth? Gareon nearly cringed visibly, he did not mean to say it...
"Than I am madly in love, and we don't have to run far - I'm all yours right here right now, and nobody is going to disturb us." It sounded so sincere, so inviting and the heated glance that came with the replay could make anyone loose their head. The tiny voice in the back of his mind, sounding suspiciously like Lorketh kept whispering that it was all an act, no matter how good, but another part of him kept falling for it over and over again. The part he recognized was far to lonely and far to desperate to be wanted just for himself... And Fernans sweet little lies hit just the right spot. What was he doing, why was he doing this to himself, it was beyond stupidity...
For a moment he almost came to his senses, almost walked away... But Fernan shifted. Warm velvet skin slide across his tight and the dancer gracefully straddled his hips, gentle, knowing hands caressed his chest, thous midday blue eyes concentrated on him and him alone - everything about him was maddeningly perfect and enticingly exotic - the smell of his skin faintly mixing with some unknown flowers, the feel of his body solid yet flexible, the way he offered himself so boldly yet was willing to let Gareon dictate every detail - skilled but so malleable... Who would not want to throw him down and have his way whit him?
Gareons fingers found their way to the half elves hips almost on their own. To abyss with it, he was entitled to some mistakes once in a while.
*** (a relevant piece a while after)
"You are fantastically, amazingly, idiotically fortunate that it is our allays trap you fell in to. If they where an enemy and it was actually meant for you..." Lorketh shook his head.
"If it was?" Gareon did not look at him. He had a feeling he knew the answer.
"Than I would be searching for a proper poison right about now." Yes, he could trust Lorketh on that - placing the realm ahead of everything and anything. He could althou, thankfully trust him not to mention the fact that Gareons vulnerability was entirely the commanders own fault. Lorketh would rather murder him than go digging through Gareons love life after all.
"Well, I hope you would pick a quick and painless one." After all he knew no better person to decide if it was time to put him out of his misery, if Lorketh thought it was time for him to go, so be it, it would probably be to everyone benefit.
Characters are made with Forest Lord set, by me, found: www.renderosity.com/mod/bcs/fo…
Candles and beads are by fabiana or Renderosicty.