#when he accepted Mhoirbheinn's kiss and kissed him back!

[arcxnumvitae]

The Inevitable

How he'd missed his beloved...! The burning, searing urge within him that had festered over the days and weeks meant that the paltry guard that stood between him and freedom from the quarantine area meant nothing. The trek towards the palace, always in the direction of the palace, meant nothing.

The only thing that mattered was the lone figure that had appeared in the distance approaching him.

Mhoirbheinn's mind, deep in the Corruption's clutches, only knew the desire to be with Bal again, to hold him again, to feel his lover's touch. To grant his love the gift of hearing It's Voice like him. Balmoral did not want to accept his gift, but that was alright. He would thank him eventually.

Words flew first, then blades. A brilliant clash of two who knew each other's skills like the back of their own hand. Yet Bal had never fought against his lover so uncaring of his own safety. Blows that could be dodged or parried, Mhoirbheinn leaned into, all for the chance to catch his love off guard. All it would take was one touch.

Words and concern for his Protector's safety had affected Bal, and Mhoirbheinn had grinned with delight. One last move, his own blade turned towards himself and thrust towards his heart, was all it took to cause Bal to abandon his own defenses and leap forward in a panic. It was there that Mhoirbheinn got him.

He tossed his own blade aside and lunged for Bal, sending them both crashing down to the ground. Straddling the man below him with a savage grin, Mhoirbheinn's hand pinned Bal's wrists above his head, and a manic light gleamed in his own eye. Using his other hand to grasp Bal's chin, Mhoirbheinn bent down and stole the other's lips in a fierce, longing kiss. Bal's eye fluttered closed as Mhoirbheinn deepened it, and a surge of glee raced through him at his lover willingly accepting his touch.

He had finally managed to grant Bal his gift.

[thewolfisawake]

1. What does your muse smell like?

Balmoral usually smells of whatever soap, shampoo or oils he happened to use that day. While it changes, generally, it is a 'delicate' scent. And it never punches one in the face. Like a bud slowly opening...it reveals gradually. And almost carried off with the slightest movement.

2. What do your muse’s hands feel like?

Almost contradictory. Because he wears gloves or how he directs his hand, one can feel softness. But that's only from his fingers. His palms and inner part of his hands really show his militia background as these parts are callused and rougher.

3. What does your muse usually eat in a day?

Whatever is offered to him. Bal is not picky as an eater...honestly arguably he's a little too accepting for what he'll eat.

4. Does your muse have a good singing voice?

He does but will never sing. It's somewhere between sadness and frustration to hear it to him. And he rather be seen as unable to sing.

5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

Is it fair if I say 'a lot?' He's self-loathing, obsessive, violent, and wants his hands in everything. As for nervous ticks, would be his aspect acting up. It's not as easy to tell since it is somewhat passively active but Mhoirbheinn (arcxnumvitae) can normally tell this difference.

6. What does your muse usually look like/wear?

Simple and practical. He's the type that would wear dark pants and that flowy white shirt (you know the types). But pants and tunic, sometimes longer coat. To some extent dampen his looks and not look like he's spending the treasury. Also because he's just used to having the simple to dress in despite his access to everything else.

7.Is your muse affectionate? How much? How so?

He's pretty affectionate with those he considers friends. He's the kind that would wrap an arm around your shoulders/neck or slap the back in a teasing or friendly sort of way. He also likely calls by a nickname. He also is the kind that remembers your important days, both good and bad. And he would defend your honor and likely aid your mischief. Like overall, you treat him with a copper, he would shower you with gold. He takes others affection and care towards him seriously.

So it's no surprise he's most affectionate with his lover, Mhoirbheinn. His eyes always finds Mhoirbheinn first in a room. As soon (and I mean as soon) as he is able, Balmoral wants his hands on his love. Not like that (always). But Bal likes the simple gestures to be able to hold hands, embrace and be able to even openly stare at his love with adoration in his eye(s). And of course there's kisses that can range from chaste to idle to if you're young you shouldn't watch this so viewer discretion is advised. But obvious one is how he could recite scriptures of how wonderful his lover is and lavish onto him.

Like...in a what-if situation, Mhoirbheinn figured out just how much he is on Bal's mind and just how much his self-control keeps him from constantly demanding/doling affection. He's lovesick, I tell you.

8. What position does your muse sleep in?

Either slightly curled up or like sleeping beauty. Though if he's sharing a bed with Mhoirbheinn, there is definitely touch somewhere. Be it linked arms, hooked leg, even just holding onto a lock of hair, connection is there. Though I usually see Bal is to the front of Mhoirbheinn because he probably would suffocate from all the hair otherwise.

9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

Sometimes. Bal is a boisterous character when it comes to entertaining others and so it wouldn't be unusual to hear his laughter from the next room over. But he isn't all go all the time thus the variance. He honestly can go on a scale of being quiet to raising hell and vice versa...and it's the switch between that can be scary.