#dak never knowin when to UH

[gloomedhands]

Gortash was always such a delight in dealings. Earning a call from the man left a pep in his step. Enver wasn’t like the other nobles the hired blade served. As clean as hands looked and well kept as he presented himself, they were still worn, just like the collection of scars on his face. He looked of wealth that was well earned, not fed from a pretty unscathed palm. Couldn’t fail to mention he was oh so generous with the weight of gold he left in deep, greedy pockets. Even when Dakara started demanding more than he knew wasn’t earned. And Enver allowed it.

The ranger’s tongue was sweet and trained, but the younger one knew. He could very well sense that his folly did not worm itself further than earshot. It all only added to Gortash’s unique charm that kept Dakara close. Easily drawing him in again and again.

Little was the space between them. Toe to toe, one sigh too heavy and it’d be felt across a cheek. Something had started to waver between them. Dakara, a bold force that threatened to break through the cracks of Enver’s walls. Bring it crumbling down in a pile of rubble and riches.

@banedicti ❛  you  know  what  i’m  waiting  for .  ❜

Oh, but he did. Though he shant admit. Nor shall he give way.

"So, am I now expected to detect your very thoughts and desires? We’ve worked together for some time, Enver, yes, but… mind reading? Glad you assume me ever so talented.” A beat passes, carefully he shifts closer, “Do you lack the will to tell me what you want all of a sudden?" The ranger quips, lips curling into a familiar smirk, one that tells of nothing good to come. Something smart and intrepid was on the cusps of falling thoughtlessly from his tongue. A dance he knew step for step. His partner's rhythm, whether skilled or clumsy footwork, did not hinder his own performance. Leaving him to move freely across the open floor of the ballroom. And perhaps there was a small show to put on."You usually adore telling me what you want. It's what makes our... arrangements so appreciated."

"Oh well. Let's see, shall we..." lips pursed, mismatched eyes narrowing, first his index rose skyward ( one by one the next rose ), "You've already bought my loyalties, you have my list of services laid out, and even my wonderfully kept company. On occasion. Though you want more."

Steady were the feet that carried him closer to the man. One foot after the other as he all but stalked about him. Like an animal stalking its prey. He must be careful for he was not the only hunter here. Words dip low into a husk whisper, spoken dangerously close against the other’s ear, “Perhaps, you yearn to know what my flesh would feel like against yours… eager to know how I might taste on your tongue… but, I suppose we cannot be for certain. We shall wait a while longer.”

“Unless you speak. A little bark cannot hurt you, Enver. I'd even let you bite me.”