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Suresh's style of dress.

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A tragedy that someone like Versi had ever felt undesirable. But not uncommon a wolf raised by sheep will be told many lies about themselves. It was charming hearing how his power affected the other. Perhaps a bit deceitful that he didn't explain why. Suresh's powers from the God were often catalysts on others. A gentle pull or push to get someone to take that final step, to close the distance, to say the words. Desire lived in the moment before. But there was always another moment before. Like a headlong rush down a steep hill, trying to keep balance by abandoning caution.

The wolf was very responsive, everything about his being reacting to the most gentle of touches. And the leader of the Lotus Eaters had to stay in control of himself despite the offering of Versi. Too easy to drink too deep. But the Naga's body moved as the wolf pulled them closer. Fingers cradling the back of the wolf's head as they continue to kiss. The taste of the moan on his tongue as he slid his tongue along the wolfs. And Suresh felt the wolf become his. That soft surrender with the power of the moon behind it. Their chests touch as the rest of the space between them vanishes. A rushing sense of lightening through the blood. And a surge of power from what Suresh had drunk so far from the other. Not enough to harm Versi. But Suresh turned them and placed one hand on his chest, holding the wolf against the locked door. His mouth broke from the kiss with a soft drunken grin. His lips traveling along the skin above his beard, licking an earlobe to whisper, "You taste better than I even imagined..." He bent his head and peeled Versi's collar back so he could place a open mouthed kiss over the pulse point. But he didn't stay there. Pulling back with his golden eyes shining in the low light of the room. His hands cupping Versi's neck softly but firmly keeping their mouths a few inches apart. "I have to stop... I don't want to accidentally knock you unconscious." His fingers massaging Versi's neck, "You were perfect... But we should have a talk before we go any farther."

"Never." No one had ever really stuck around long enough to even get to that stage with Versi, let alone even want to do so. “I have seen it in movies and read about things in books. But to say that I have experienced it…I can not. I’ve never really known the soft touch of someone else in that sense, and until recently I didn’t know what comfort felt like either. I didn’t know what it felt to want that, but things changed a bit when we met at the bookstore. Your touch was electric from just fingertips against my hand, and my god are your eyes ever so beautiful. It’s no surprise you left an impression, as I am sure you leave that on most anyone you meet. But…I stayed on your mind? Since the bookstore?” No one had ever said something like what Suresh was saying to Versi. Often times the werewolf just assumed people forgot of his existence the moment they parted ways. Hearing the rest of what Suresh says though stirs things within Versi that he had not ever felt, pulling forth a longing of wanting those things. Of course he wanted those things, he wanted to feel that touch from someone else too, but he had tried to pretend like it didn’t bother him. Like he didn’t often give longing looks at couples from a distance that were holding hands, walking arm in arm, sharing a tender kiss, wondering what it would feel like if that were him. He was shocked to hear Suresh had thought about certain things, and even more that the other wanted to do those things with him of all people.

His body reacted everywhere Suresh’s hands roamed, goosebumps trailing behind gentle finger tips, shudders going up and down in every direction from his touch. He was lost in the golden gaze of Suresh’s eyes, in the way he cupped his face, gravitating effortlessly closer to the other. He wasn’t even thinking about the fact that this would be his first kiss at the moment, in fact he could think of nothing at the moment. His heart was thumping hard against his rib cage, while his stomach was turning into knots, which only intensified as Suresh spoke again. His words were like honey, and Versi wondered if he’d taste just as sweet. His eyes close, becoming entirely Suresh’s in this moment of time. Trembling virgin lips press back against the soft velvet feeling lips that touched his.

His lips brushed Suresh’s, softly, delicately, just long enough that he could inhale his breath, feel the warmth of his skin, and the taste of him. He was sure to think about this, and long for it, even days after today. The gentleness behind the kiss eased Versi, his shoulders dropping, and he became Suresh’s in this moment of time. His hands find their way to Suresh’s side, gently gripping him. A soft pleasurable moan releases into Suresh’s mouth as their lips continue their dance. The feeling of Suresh’s hand in his hair ignites the fire that bubbles within him, his inner wolf is awoken, a feeling he never experienced outside of a full moon. He gently pulls the other closer, letting the desires he felt within slowly come up. The desire of wanting to feel this tingling sensation that was like small electrical shocks surging through his body, wanting to explore more, wanting to make the other feel as good as he was feeling, and never wanting this to end. Even though he’s a little hesitant at first, Versi gives into that feeling, he deepens the kiss a bit more.

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Suresh grinned, a flair for the dramatic, he had it as well. Perhaps it was a by product of being old. Of needing things to feel bold to break of the monotony of the long parade of days. But the Naga didn't miss the last little equivocation. And he did hope that the Witch could help it. "Your attempts will be appreciated."

There was a push pull in most truly ancient creatures. Both a longing and a hate to be around another immortal. Power and knowledge was always attractive. Especially to their kind. Inevitably it became a competition, but sometimes, for a short time, it was nice to be around another that could understand the endurance and resiliency required to continue to exist. Suresh's face showed the open curiosity that he felt at the replies. One or two. A staggeringly high number to most people if Suresh was the third. "Boring?" The one word that held the most meaning. But he also understood it. Everything could become boring when you lived for millennia. It was an active force to not become completely jaded.

He had traveled for a long time. Avoided poachers, avoided stronger creatures, looking for something that could be his. Settled for a long time before that civilization was destroyed. Roaming again until he'd found New Orleans. He had established himself, become famous in his own way, and that fame in the human world afforded him protection. He brought in tourist dollars for the city, paid taxes. Suresh's position in the city was an anomaly among his kind. He always believed that he was not the only one left, that he would somehow feel it if he was. This witch was an intriguing little mystery.

People that met his stare that knew what he was were either very powerful, very brave or very stupid. Suresh didn't think this witch was stupid. The words sounded very, very certain that it was up for debate. Which meant the witch was also staggeringly old. The simple statement of him not knowing made Suresh smile and a golden laugh trickled from him and filled the room. Suresh had been taken by his god two thousand years ago. Most memories before that were now vague and blurry. But he'd knew he had been old enough then to survive what had been done. Suresh was still smiling as the Witch spoke. "A beautiful way to say that everyone becomes forgetful the longer they're alive." The Naga nodded his head, "Which is very true. As far as who is older, does it really matter?"

Corvinus... Suresh frowned at the name. "I heard of a Corvinus. A blood witch if memory serves. But that was a very, very long time ago. One of the reasons why I avoided Ireland... That and historically less welcoming to snakes."

Suresh smiled at the 'your city' comment and finally moved further into the room, sitting down across from the other man. "A tourist with a flair for the dramatic. But I do appreciate you making yourself known to me. How long are you planning on staying in my city?"

Corvinus gave a small chuckle, feeling quite the warning on the advisement of not starting trouble in his clubs. It wasn't as if anyone had gotten hurt; if he had truly wanted to start any actual trouble, there would likely be a pile of bodies. Instead, just a couple of people shoved. "I've always had quite the flair for the dramatic. But I will do my best to avoid causing further trouble if I can help it." For the moment, anyways. There was no doubt that there would be further troubles on the horizon but he was meant to play the innocent for the time being. Someone without affiliation or involvement with any of the groups.

Two immortals occupying the same space often bred trouble in his experience. One was encroaching on established territory, the very thing he was doing now. And yet, despite his desire to avoid others like himself, he often felt himself drawn in at the same time. So few could understand watching civilizations crumble and fall, of watching everyone around you die, of years being meaningless and a far more mortal construct that they had left behind. It was a fascination, that constant need to consume more knowledge and part of a hunger that couldn't be quite satisfied no matter how much he grew.

"I may have met one or two here and there but they were...boring to say the least." Nothing quite so spectacular. Considerably younger at the time and, if they were still out there, he had no desire to become reacquainted. That was merely how most interactions went. Something to span minutes to years before he ultimately...left. Staying in one place while trying to remain in the shadows of the world was far too dangerous.

Corvinus didn't even try to look ashamed as Suresh rejected the question. If anything, he looked more amused. Not looking away, feeling no sense of threat that others might. "You don't know." Not a question, a hard statement and something he was familiar with. When time had no meaning, keeping track was pointless. Corvinus himself was sure he was born somewhere in the early 700s, but perhas he was wrong. Perhaps earlier, a little later. Birth records weren't exactly kept in such a bygone era. Corvinus sat back up at that point, legs crossing, showing both elegance and lax in the same position. "The mind, no matter the being, can only hold so much. Over time, it decays. Memories fade. Maybe some important ones stay with you, the others are lost to time."

Ah, but he hadn't given a name. "It's Corvinus. I'm merely a tourist in your city." A tourist that knew far too much, of course.

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The words were well said. But that was to be expected from an Emissary. Suresh wondered how much Fior really believed what he said though. Or perhaps if he did believe it completely but just felt he was now held apart from it. The coolness and lack of desire inside of the lionfish was deeply strange to the Naga. Such profound grief. But oddly at peace and waiting for his turn, no desire to rush the process to meet his loved ones again. Fior was not empty. But he was frozen.

Suresh knew better than to touch skin to skin. Knowing that any tampering with Fior's chemistry would be unwelcome even if accidental. But the hand on his shoulder had been a small authentic moment of connection and he felt that void inside of him become just a little smaller for the briefest of moments. The hand is gone and the void returns. The look on the other's face softens his own. A smile brushing across his mouth as he shakes his head. "No harm done. I was thinking more of your comfort than mine. And please, the formality is still unnecessary."

It ain’t that Fior believes everything people tell him, but more that he’s an expert at using people’s own words against them when negotiating. It has often in the past put some people in an unfortunate situation as they were stuck between admitting lying to accepting they’d been outsmarted. Though, while he’s paying attention to the Lotus Eaters’ Leader, he doesn’t see himself using this conversation as ammo later on. That would be so fucking gauche. “Yes, death is part of the natural cycle of life. There’s no way around it. And just life Death takes her time to collect some, so does grief stays longer with some than others. And to each to deal with grief. Desire will always be present as long as there’s life.” Fior just doesn’t feel or barely. He’s walking through life like an empty shell. If he could feel strongly again, he might be envious of those who can feel desire. But he’s far from there. Desire is just not there anymore―locked away in a chest, forgotten at the bottom on his being.

Fior feels the sudden stiffness in the ancient naga’s body. For a moment, the Emissary waits, expecting anything―eyes fixed on Suresh. He feels some heat under his hand, but doesn’t think anything of it. There a few seconds where he eyes the hand coming up, wondering what’s happening? Whatever desire had been there flies over his head. Though, the comment makes Fior’s hand move back brusquely and that moment, it’s by far the most emotion Suresh will have ever seen on the Emissary’s face as he looks horrified. Though, to anyone who doesn't know Fior, they'd think he's slightly shocked, 'cause his face hadn't changed much. “I am so sorry, Leader Lal. That was extremely careless and impolite of me to touch you with such familiarity.” Every words from the naga after that, he doesn’t hear.

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Suresh drew in a breath and let it out slowly as Mathias explained that The Lightless were the ones to blame for the violence and issues that often flared up in the contested territories. Suresh himself was an immortal, or as close to one as nature allowed. The Naga shrugged and waved away the larger conversation about whose god was in the right. "I didn't mean anything by it. Just that despite our differences we have other things to focus on."

A flash of white teeth as Mathias spoke, a soft chuckle and a smile. "Spoil. So rude." But Suresh wasn't offended. Letting out a wistful little sigh he continued, "You are far more than just a necromancer. And sadly sleeping with you my boy would, I think, very much upset the Lightless. The ones you allow in my bed are a fair enough trade."

Business opportunities would always draw his attention. Because this was a business. Desire, drugs, hedonism, it was something Suresh packaged and sold to the tourists. With a little help from others. "Flash? If it gives the user what you say Bliss might also be appropriate." He paused, "What are you looking for from me to allow you to sell in my territory? Or are you expecting me to purchase up front and have my people sell it?"

Mathias put up his hands in defense, "I'm not at anyone's throat. The Lightless insist on being at mine. It's not my fault they believe their God is the only one who is right". They saw what he did as unnatural, stealing from Death and creating life from lost souls. But Mathias did what every being on the planet longed for, he gave them eternity. The Fountain of Youth was widely sought after, so why did some still look down on what he did?

He shot Suresh a look, amused by his words, "Don't tempt me Suresh, I have a beautiful priest waiting back home for me, and I'd hate to spoil myself too much". He winked at his friend, "Besides, I'm not just a necromancer to you, right?". At some point, Mathias would detach from that word and ascend to something else. The word Lich was far more appropriate.

He caught the attention of Suresh, and Mathias knew the Naga was already hooked. "Mm I was thinking of calling it flash, you know like when people say their whole life flashes before their eyes? But the name can be workshopped".

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It was a good act, well practiced. And he had been close enough to enough drunk people that perhaps for someone else it might have worked. But his ophidian eyes watched the other, unblinking but strangely soft in expression. Waited to see if the other would continue the lie. Cling to it or abandon it. Suresh trying to place the other and quickly eliminating possibilities. Until he settled on a Witch...

And the act dropped, the Naga, watching with open curiosity as the other rebuilt some other version of himself for Suresh's benefit. This one sat with impeccable posture. Posture that was no longer taught to humans and creatures of mortal life spans. Even elongated life spans. A small smile drifted across his features as the man spoke. "Ah, so you put on a show just for me? How flattering. But next time? Just knock. Don't start trouble in my clubs. I always can find time for a pretty face." He cocked his head to the side considering the last part. "Well, you wanted my attention... And you have it."

There were always a few basically immortal creatures moving around the globe. Or settled into sprawling territories. As a general rule they avoided one another. But there were stories. Which became myths and legends over eons. Suresh frowned as he was named. The curiosity taking on a sharper, more deadly edge as he looked at the other man. Witches that knew what Naga's were either very old, very well read or traveled, or were poachers. He watched the witch's eyes drift over his glamoured body. His appearance wholly human save for his eyes and the scales on his back that were hidden. "Impressive. Have you met any of my kind before?"

Suresh kept his gaze fixed on the witch's face. A small curl of his lip at the vulgar question of age. But at least the witch had tried to make it a compliment of sorts. His voice was a soft silken purr in the small room, "I suppose I should thank you for the graceful remark. And since we are being blunt I should tell you that I hate that question. Truly, I loath it. What does it matter how old I am? The answer is always the same... older than you." Truthfully Suresh couldn't remember. Well over two thousand but who knew anymore? He paused and then asked curiously, "You have me at a disadvantage Witch. Should I know you?" Many ancient creatures had titles rather than names. Things that stayed since names were often discarded if identities needed to be changed over the years.

And there he was, just the man Corvinus wanted to see though he kept that off his face. Stumbling slightly, his attention was still focused on the newcomer of the forming group. Of course a loud club was hardly the place to have any sort of conversation and not something the witch had come to enjoy in the 21st century. So when he was starting to be moved to a more private room and with Suresh following in step, he put up no fight. Allowing himself to be moved, the security pushing past the people that had already resumed whatever activity they had been enjoying moments before.

Once in the room, he allowed himself to practically collapse into one of the chair. Keeping up the act as long as he could. One hand did give a subtle pull at the chair to determine how locked in it was. Perfectly. Well, he hoped there would be no need to fight. That wasn't why he was here, that would have been far easier rather than putting up any sort of act.

His lips parted, ready to give a slurred apology for behaviour, but Suresh beat him to it. Not drunk. Corvinus watched him for several moments with clear eyes before the sudden shift. A smirk crept up on his face. He straightened up, hands taking a moment to brush his suit off for...whatever had possibly gotten on him from coming into contact with those people in the main part of the club. The innocent drunk tourist was gone as he sat straight, ever the image of regal despite the current setting. "I didn't think you'd have any interest in just anyone knocking on your door. Case in point: here you are instead of holed up...wherever you came from."

There had always been whispers as he had aged. Talks of others that seemed to be immune to the years. Of course many different creatures had long life spans but not that great. Corvinus usually avoided those outright. Or killed them, depending on the day and his mood. Often times, he just enjoyed being left to his own devices. Corvinus leaned forward on the table, clasping his hands together on top of it. "The naga..." It came out as a loud whisper, practically in awe as his eyes looked over the other. He looked human. A shame.

The smirk grew slightly, eyes back up to his face. "Forgive the bluntness but how old are you now? One thousand? Two? You don't see many that get to live so long. And those that do, well...they tend to look rather ghastly. Undead or age, take your pick, but usually not so gracefully."

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Suresh: Do not be troubled for me Chellam. I am still capable of taking care of myself. Suresh: I'm sure we will find out sooner or later. Suresh: Come and see me then my son. You are always welcome. Suresh: Telling him the truth is probably necessary for your relationship. And the responsibility that being yours holds. Because if anything happens to you because of him. I will be very unhappy.

Leto: I know, but still... Leto: And no one knows who's responsible for it? Cause that's fucking bold. Leto: Of course I'll visit! I'd love you to also see my new place, but don't wanna push it. Leto: It concerns you too father.

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It had been an unremarkable day and evening. One of the numerous procession of hours that blended together for the leader of the Lotus Eaters. Passively feeding on the crowds of tourists, partiers and club kids that came to Club O. He was lazily sprawled in his large leather chair watching the dance floor from his one way mirrored windows. The feel of the bass a soft hum through the sound proofing.

A small walky-talky related information from the security back up to Suresh. Generally it was nothing too interesting. Drunken scuffles, a jilted lover, someone that couldn't take no for an answer. Suresh had gone downstairs into the room that security used to watch the dance floors when the chatter increased and Suresh's attention was drawn to the exchanges between the bouncers and actual security. A comment about strength. And his walked out into the club, his eyes drawing to the little whirlpool of security working to separate the two. One was nothing. Suresh could smell him from there but the other. The one shouting. That was curious. Suresh couldn't feel that fuzz of alcohol or drugs from him that most people got when under the influence. And the man's emotional state was much calmer than someone in a fight should be. Suresh walked over to the fracas with two security guards flanking him.

Delicate and otherworldly he wore a red silk shirt open but tucked into black trousers, belted to draw attention to his waist. Golden eyes fixing on the man. Woods, rain, old books and as he thought, no booze. Something interesting in a wholly dull day. He gave a small curious smile and spoke to the man, his voice somehow carrying perfectly through the loud music, "I would appreciate if you went with my security to cool off. Or they will call the police and remove you from the premises." The security began to move in a single body back towards the front and a side room with a table and a few chairs bolted to the ground that was used as a place for people to either wait for police or EMTs if needed near security. Suresh followed after them in a sea of people that were already forgetting the fight.

Waiting until most of the security had gone back to their positions, the two that seemed detailed to him staying outside the room. He left the door ajar as he spoke to the man again, they wouldn't be accused of unlawful imprisonment after all, his voice amused and still very curious. "You're not drunk." It wasn't a question.

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Well, it certainly wouldn't be the most graceful of meetings but that was the point. Play the role of some Irish tourist, catch the attention of the owner in someway while flying under the radar. Tourists, in his experience of his own lovely country, often were the loud and unapologetic sort as much as he disliked them. Most didn't notice him anyways and in a crowd, who was going to keep track of who had actually been drinking and who hadn't even so much as visited the bar. Keeping more to the walls of the club, out of sight of most, getting a good feel for the surroundings and keeping away from the views of most others.

Really all it took were some carefully laid plans. 'Accidentally' running into some actually drunk idiot, purposely slurred words, and a decisive shove of the other man that had started to grow heated. Just enough to draw the eyes of security and, if he played his cards right, perhaps the attention of another.

"Will you bloody get off me?" he shouted over the music at one of the guards. Hands found the chest of the other, shoving back with impressive strength though not enough to actually hurt. The last thing he needed was the leader pissed off that one of his had been hurt. Keep things rather...tame for the moment. "Trust me, I know very well when I've had enough and the night's still young.

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Suresh was surprised by the sound of the laughter. His face turning to look at the Emissary. And in hearing the sound Suresh knew that he was going to be trying to hear it again. A warm smile spread across the Naga's face before he looked down, spreading his hands over the coat to give him a reason to not stare at Fior's face. "It's been known to happen from time to time."

The Leader of the Lotus Eaters shook his head, "Not tonight. Most people wouldn't dare. Just a few that don't know better." The question made him think for a moment. Closing his eyes he ran his tongue between his closed lips, tasting the air so he could describe it better. "A better analogy is fast food versus a gourmet meal. It tastes good but it isn't as satisfying." But he'd actually fed earlier, a lovely indulgence he hadn't been expecting that evening. "Why did you think i wouldn't answer?"

Fior gives the naga a blank look at his response, before there's surprise on his face for a fraction of second and then he laughs. That is why he's surprised; he had felt the laugh coming up. It's brief, but genuine—and for just a tiny second, warmth fills his usually cold gaze. Though, it's gone just as fast, not 'cause he's hiding, but because the grief reclaims its throne. "I suppose you're right."

"You're welcome." Fior doesn't expect Suresh to accept the coat, but he nods. He can deal with the cold if he starts to feel it. "Neither am I." His life is all about avoiding sloppy situations. "I hope no one has been rude with you." It's politeness more than anything. "How does a party like this feels to you? Is it enjoyable or like cheap liquor?" The emissary tries to find the right way to ask something that he knows nothing about beyond what Suresh had told him before. He also doesn't expect an answer.

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The call was too alluring. A banquet laid out for him. The room was practically stuffed full of the werewolf's desire. And Suresh's eyes pinned the other. The conduit inside of him wouldn't be denied the taste of this. -I need you.- The room began to fill with the scent of Suresh's magic, rain, flowers and lightening. The electricity jumped from their skin into the werewolf's hand. The disclosure that Versipellis had never even kissed anyone helped the Naga surface a little from the pull to feed. "Never?" He drew in a deep breathy gasp as warm fingers brushed his lip, mouth parting as Versi's fingers moved over him. Resisting the urge to slide the finger into his mouth. The sound of the hammering heart filled Suresh's ears. His golden eyes reached into Versi as his voice dripped like honey between them. "You have been on my mind often since the book shop. And I will not deny that I have wondered what you would taste like... What your skin will feel like under my fingers... my tongue." The Naga moved, hands drifting up over the wolf's chest, shoulders, brushing along his neck and cupping his face reverently. He couldn't remember the last time he was someone's first kiss. Such an honor. Suresh brought their faces closer and he paused only a hard thought between their lips and whispered into Versi's mouth, "Close your eyes. I will help you."

He kissed Versi with all of his skill, a slow and gentle build. Not a battle to win but seeking a union. Sharing one breath, complete connection that would stretch between them in one timeless passionate moment. Something that the wolf would remember with pulses of need long after. A sweet symphony of breath and touch. Somewhere in the dance of lips Suresh slipped his tongue into the wolf's mouth, the touch of tongues quick, electric and delicious. A soft moan before the kiss became firmer, chasing that elusive liquid lightening that lanced through them both. And as Suresh's fingers laced through the hair on the back of Versi's head and closed softly the avatar of the god of Desire drew in a soft breath and fed. Pulling on the web of need inside of the wolf and stoking the fire as he consumed it. Amaranthe on Suresh's tongue, smooth golden light. The most rare of delicacies.

What is there not to be proud of? With the way Suresh just described it, Versi couldn’t find a single thing wrong with it. He wondered where the other had been this entire time. He’s never heard it described the way Suresh described it, being a werewolf, but it made him treasure that part of himself more than ever before. He wanted to reply, but figures he’d get the chance to answer the question when the two of them were alone in a bit.

Once outside the doors of the dinner area, feeling like he can breathe again, Versi lets Suresh take the lead. He’s happier when someone else can take the lead, especially when he couldn’t understand why he was a bit nervous. He follows the other’s guidance down the hall, curious wide eyes gazing around as they walked. He wondered how often Suresh visited this place for him to know it like the back of his hand. “Oh…” Versi whispered, entering the room. The young wolf is so distracted admiring the way everything was set up that he becomes momentarily relaxed. His body is half turned away from Suresh for a moment as he takes the room in. It really was beautiful and he wondered how long this place has been around. When he heard the door lock, Versi turns to look at Suresh. He hadn’t expected the look the other was giving him, which instantly caused a flutter in his heart. He could feel his breathing quicken just a bit as Suresh’s hand reaches out to touch his loosened tie, unable to stop the shaky breath that drops from his lips at the gesture. Even if he wanted to look down there was nothing allowing him to move his gaze from Suresh’s at the moment. Every little ounce of curiosity came creeping up, then the thoughts of desire he had before when they were on their private tour. “S-Suresh…” he’s stuttering from nerves, hoping he wasn’t about to sound foolish to the other, “…I need…you.” His free hand comes up to tenderly caress the side of Suresh’s face, “I’ve never kissed anyone before. I’ve never even held hands with someone as long as I have with you. But, I think about kissing you a lot. I think about kissing here…” his free hand comes to gently brush fingertips on Suresh’s bottom lip, then slowly moves down to his jawline, “…here…” down to Suresh’s neck, “….here…and so many other places. I wonder what it would feel like to have you kiss me there too, but…I don’t know if I will be good at it.” He leans in a little more, practically feeling his heart trying to come out of his throat, “…Do you ever think about that, Suresh?”

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Suresh: Something could have. But nothing has. Suresh: Yes that is my guess. Suresh: I miss you too. Very much. Would you like to come to me for the holiday? Suresh: ..... (typing bubble for a long time) Suresh: Your choice.

Leto: Something could've happened to the people who came with you. But I'm happy you're safe. Leto: Ah! So it's the fucking champagne. I didn't drink any. Leto: Baba, mujhe tumhari bahut yaad aa rahi hai. I hate seeing only you once a month and talking to people who see you more than me. I know it's by my own doing and I deserve it, but it's fucking hard and I shouldn't be doing this by text, but I don't want to disrespect the boundaries you've set for us. But I just... Leto: Also... this ain't also the time to ask, but with what happened tonight. I need to talk with Levi about my life before meeting him. He's friend with your business partner and his associates and I don't like it. I'd be safer for everyone if he knew. Leto: I'm sorry this ain't the place again...

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Suresh: I am fine Chellam. I did not come alone and nothing will happen to me. I am unharmed. Don't drink the champagne.

Suresh: Would you like me to come to you? Or did you want to come to me? Either way I would be happy to see you.

Leto: Are you okay? Something's wrong with people rn. You should go. I don't want anything bad happen to you. Leto: This ain't the best time to ask nor the best way, but can we break your rule and see each other more than once this month. Not seeing you for the Holidays just feels fucking wrong.

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The Naga made a small thoughtful face before he asked, "Doesn't that make it more generous? Sharing freely things even when you have only a little?" The Emissary was enigmatic as ever though. Something that Suresh found fascinating.

Cold was something that Suresh disliked and avoided as much as possible. The offer of the coat made him smile. He took it the offered coat saying, "Thank you." And draped it over his lap. It was a very nice coat and it smelled like Fior. Suresh nodded in agreement but said, "I'm not a fan of sloppiness. Mess, that has it's place. But not sloppiness and not rudeness." Suresh turned his head, looking at Fior and nodded, "Of course. And I'm very curious what you think might be too much for me to answer."

"You wouldn't call it that if you know how little there is to share—if any." He's still making jokes, even if his face remains unchanged. Though, the answer doesn't make it easier to figure out whether or not he's affected. Fior has a way with words that always makes him seem honest. It comes with being excellent at his job.

Fior is currently without his wool jacket because the heated pool is enough to keep him warm enough. Though, he wonders if naga gets colder them him. He turns to the opposite side a lil bit to grab his jacket. "If you're still cold, I can lend you my coat." He doesn't really think about the nature of who they are, but just being a gentleman. "Keeping secrets and lying a lot can become a problem when alcohol hits. But I can only agree with you—a bit too forward for my taste. It's all business for me, nothing to really celebrate." It's just that as an Emissary, missing something like this won't do, but festivities aren't something he enjoys taking part of anymore. "May I ask a question? You don't have to answer if it's too much."

[naga-raja-suresh]

Suresh smiled at the question, "Flowers aren't very wintry. But I don't mind flower prints in general. They can be quite fetching." The Naga nodded, "You look very handsome in what you chose." The question had him looking back into Versi's eyes. Drowning pools of motel gold, "Humans are often cruel to things outside of their understanding. You are not cursed. You are a beloved of the moon. Tied to her and gifted with power that humans can only dream of... What is there to not be proud of?"

He didn't think that Versi would have had the courage to voice his desires. That the Naga would just enjoy the heated mess of Versi's want as it came off the other in waves. Suresh gave a soft nod. Making sure that they made a small gesture with their left hand so their bodyguard knew that Suresh was safe. The touch of Versipellis' hand, warm against his cool skin was unexpected. But he curled his delicate fingers around the wolf's. A pulse of desire running along his skin and pressing against the wolf's fingers. A breath of magic and the scent of rain. Letting Versi walk them through the crowd and out of the dinning rooms upstairs. Standing in an empty hallway. Suresh said nothing about Versi still holding his hand. Eyes drifting down to the loosened tie. Suresh smiled at the question and without speaking walked further down the hallway and opened a door like he knew exactly where he was. "They let brides use this room to get ready during weddings." A chaise lounge, a makeup mirror with chair, an antique fainting couch. Suresh closed and locked the door. Looking at Versi with unfathomable eyes. "No one will bother us." Because he knew that one of his people would make sure of it. He reached out with his free hand and ran his fingers along the wolf's tie, the gesture teasing as he whispered. "Tell me what you need Versipellis."

Versi smiled brightly at Suresh's response, "I would like that very much. Do you think you'd be up for adding a floral pattern of sorts to our outfits? I do so love flowers very much. I was going to do that with my outfit tonight, but admittedly...I waited until last minute to put something together." It's not like the werewolf was exactly used to trying to look nice for someone, but he would've put a bit more effort had he known Suresh would be attending tonight's affairs. His smile softens at Suresh's response about his necklace, "You really think it's something to be proud of, Suresh? I'm only recently learning that. For the longest...I've only ever viewed myself as a curse. That’s what some of the people in the orphanage would say. It’s nice to know someone like you thinks someone like is me worth being proud over."

He could feel his body heat rising the longer Suresh looked at him, and he was doing his best to pretend like his stomach wasn't also doing flip flops at the idea of being alone with him right now. Versi nods, "Y-yes, if that’s okay. I'm not too sure where to go, but I would very much like us to be somewhere with a little less people.” Then, Versi ends up doing something even he wasn't expecting, he reaches out and takes Suresh's hand in his own. He leads them through the crowd, feeling himself relax a bit more the further they got from it all. Once it was just the two of them, his free hand reaches up to loosen his tie a bit, it felt like he can finally breathe a bit better. Though, he's still a bit nervous as it slowly hits him that he's still holding Suresh's hand. But he doesn't let go. "Would you happen to have an idea of where we could go?"

[naga-raja-suresh]

It was gratifying watching Liliana crush people (figuratively speaking). The amount of unrequited desire in those poor souls that found themselves breaking apart on the rocky shore of the mermaids attention fed him and the god he served well. Golden eyes sparkled with delight at her disinterest that only seemed to make others more interested. "And what is tonight the night for my dear?"

"You could. But what fun would there be in that?" Suresh teased back. His soft, strong hand closing gently around hers as she accepted the offer. He let her pull him, smiling with enjoyment as she laughed and they found a spot on the dance floor. One hand on her waist as they moved. He chuckled, "You'll make me look good either way. But I do know how to dance so you don't have to worry about me tripping us." They both moved with an ethereal grace across the floor.

On any normal day, Liliana would have been fine with luring in those that approached her. It was why she did well at her job, why she was requested. Drawing people in to bring in clients or...anything else she might need. But she shook her head at Suresh, shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. "Oh, they've tried. I just told them I'm not interested. Tonight isn't the night for that, you know?" When they had approached, Liliana had simply shooed them away without much thought. There would be plenty of other nights for flirtation, there was no point in wasting time with those she had no interest in allowing them to pursue her.

But the thought of others was quickly dashed. Her eyes flicked to his outstretched hand before moving back up to his face. "Well, I simply couldn't say no to my boss, now could I?" Liliana only took a moment to set the glass she had been holding down on a nearby table before taking his hand. Immediately, she was pulling him with her with a laugh, onto the dance floor and past the others crowding on it. "And if you can't dance, don't worry. I can still make you look good."

[naga-raja-suresh]

Suresh felt the smile before he saw it, just the briefest moment of it before it was gone again. He turned his body towards the Emissary, trying to decide if the other was affected by the same magic that seemed to be making it's way through the party. The tone was the same but the words were something else. The Lotus Eater leader smiled, "Such generosity."

Suresh looked down at his clothing, reaching a hand up and brushing fingers across the velvet. "Thank you. I wanted to be warm and a little festive." Because they both ran cold he knew Fior would understand the desire for warmth. "Up and down. But that seems to be a theme tonight. Too much honesty. And yours?"

The faintest of a smile shows on Fior's face; he's aware that how the Lotus Eaters' leader sits is due to how his body is under the glamour. Still, it makes the pose uncanny to who the naga is. The ghostly smile is gone as fast as it had appeared. He almost chuckles at Suresh's response, shaking his head. "A thief? There's not much to steal and you only have to ask Suresh—I'll share." His tone is somewhat  cold, like always, but there's some teasing in there and kindness. "Your outfit is beautiful." He compliments. "How has your evening been?"

[naga-raja-suresh]

"A welcome distraction, pretty shifter." Suresh purred out as Knox's hand covers his for a moment. He had been expecting a playful response. What he got back caused him to draw away from Knox. Looking at the shifters face curiously. Possibly whatever had possessed Mathias had traveled to Knox. His hand was still on the shifters chest as he regained his footing. "I miss everyone just a little. It's part of desire." He tilted his head, "Are you feeling quite alright?"

Knox' gaze falls to their own chest then back up to the naga's face. "Have I?!" They chuckles, bringing a large hand on top of Suresh's. The question doesn't get a response right away. Not because Knox is unknowingly resisting whatever they aren't aware is flowing through their bloodstream, but because they down know the answer. No one had ever asked that to them before. So there's a thoughtful pause before they finally say—"I don't know. I'm not sure I'm really capable of missing someone else than Mathias." There's genuine surprise on the familiar's face and it ain't cause they'd answered truthfully, the answer itself. "I'd like you missing me just a lil, would do horrible for my excessive ego." They laughed. Though, they don't know why they feel the need to share so much random shit.