#rhyluclin agenda 2022

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Thesan glanced at Rhysand, who had stiffened, violet eyes glowing as he stared Tamlin down from the other end of the table. He wanted to utterly destroy Tarquin and Beron, who were sitting next to him. His rose, his golden flower, his mate-

Tamlin felt it snap into place as soon as he looked at Rhysand. The mating bond. It was as if he had been missing something all this time. Every thing in him was screaming to get out of the chair and let Rhysand have him. A low heat pooled in his core and he turned to look at Lucien, his...other...mate.

Lucien felt it snap, but placed his primal lust on a tight, tight leash. He wouldn't do this here, in the midst of the High Lords' meeting, he would do it in the privacy of the bedroom, he, Tamlin and now, Rhysand.

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12-21-22

"We could take a week off." Tamlin suggested, resting his head on Rhysand's chest, looking up at him with big, pleading green eyes. Rhysand weighed the pros and cons, resting a hand on the blonde's hip. With Spring sitting on his lap, it was hard to focus. As much as Rhysand would love to take his pretty spring flower, and his fox, and spirit them away for a week, Tamlin was a High Lord, and his court needed him, and Lucien was his emissary, and Tamlin needed him.

"I'd love that more than anything." He ran his fingers through Tamlin's gorgeous blonde tresses. Tamlin smiled, eyes glittering with joy.

"Then let's-" Rhysand placed a finger on the High Lord of Spring's pretty lips, quieting him.

"Tam, my flower, you know we can't just abandon our Courts to spend a week together, all three of us." Tamlin pouted, pursing his lips, green eyes darkening with irritation.

"Why not?" Rhysand frowned, wanting to kiss away the his tenseness. So he did, causing the blonde to blush rose red.

"Because, my alluring rose," Rhysand murmured, kissing Tamlin between each word. "You are a High Lord, I am a High Lord, and Lucien's your Emissary." He glanced at Lucien, who was leaning on Rhysand's shoulder, snoozing away. "You need to be here, for your people. Besides," Rhysand cracked a lazy grin. "I know you'd miss the warm sun here." Tamlin tried (and failed) to school his features into a look of stoic indifference, but ended up looking flustered and slightly pouty.

"Fine." He muttered, and looked up at Rhysand entreatingly. "Could you stay tonight, at least?" Rhysand smiled, taking Tamlin's hand in his, interlacing their fingers.

"Of course." Tamlin smiled, and settled, getting comfortable.