#interaction : lyonel & willas
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with blue eyes, the lion prowls the grounds as if his next prey is being prepared ⸻ as if it would be served upon a golden platter if he asked for it but the thrill of the hunt is too endearing for the raven-haired lion to miss. as he walks, his steps become smaller, the distance he needs to go is no longer needed as his eyes fall upon familiar features, familiar curls which his fingers had clutched around on several occasions. willas rowan was known and unknown and perhaps that was why lyonel was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
"lord rowan." he greets and looks at him like a gazelle ready to be hunted. perhaps he'd enjoy tonight a little more than he had anticipated.
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a wicked smile of recognition comes across the lion's plump lips and as he looks upon the handsome features of lord willas he is curious if the man in front of him would escape the crowd and enjoy pleasures of the flesh. with a small step taken closer towards the handsome buccaneer lyonel is brash, forthcoming, and without a doubt his reputation worthy. "why does it have to be at the end?" he looks willas up and down as if clothes are nowhere to be seen as if he is undressing him in the middle of a crowd and the euphoria of future endeavors play in his head his tongue gives moisture to hungry lips. "sometimes the appetizer is just as good as the main course." he speaks for the rowan's ears alone."
⟣ ─ ˑ 〃 ۫ 🪽 ❛ 𝐡𝐦𝐦 — ❜ he finds it easy to be candid with the lannister youth . uninhibited nights making use of eachother between the sheets resulting in some semblance of closeness . do not be mistaken : this is no love . not even affection . just an understanding . ❛ the night is yet young , lord lyonel . ❜ sea of courtiers : lords and ladies swirl in merriment around the lion and the heir of goldengrove . candidates for a more . . . intimate party . ❛ but i ' m sure i ' ll be sated by the end of it . ❜
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"likewise," he utters at the man's words. willas rowan was like a poisoned thorn for the raven-haired lion. he didn't care for him in the aspect of emotions, he was a means to an end ⸻ another close to where his heart used to lay in his youth and when he rid himself of the uselessness of such emotions willas was there as if lyonel didn't mind getting the poisonous sting of companionship between the sheets. "of course, this is my playground, the most endearing of events where one might not know who holds the goblet you drink from ⸻, of course, I enjoy it." he smirked and with primal instinct wondered if he could enjoy it even more. "what about you my lord? is the night sating your satisfaction?"
⟣ ─ ˑ 〃 ۫ 🪽 ❛ 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐥𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥 — ❜ though it is the buccaneer is supposed to look for treasure , it is the jewel of the ocean that presents itself to him . ❛ always a pleasure . ❜ the pearl : a symbol of innocence . purity . amusing that it is the young lion of casterly rock that is chosen to represent virtue . ceruleans do a once over , and a flirtatious smile starts pulling at the corner of blush lips . ❛ i trust you are enjoying the masque ? ❜
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