( neuvillette doesn't need the intervention, much less protection, but that wriothesley does it all the same for him makes something warm curl in the pit of his stomach, rousing instincts that he had thought extinct, considering how dormant they had been all along.
a dragon's instincts, perhaps. he's never been a fan of physical violence and thus, up until now, had never turned up at these kinds of events. a choice that seems to be quite the mistake now that he's seen wriothesley in action. swift, deadly, efficient, with that remarkable, scarred body glistening in sweat, that chest heaving and those midnight blue eyes focused, and those fists, the power in them as they put men down (so many of them bigger than him), and the effortless way he commands the men in here...
neuvillette's barely paying attention to what he's saying, especially when he's still half-naked right beside him, and he can feel the heat of the duke's body, the rumbling of his words. power, wielded so beautifully, and that instinct to protect is all that he can think about. )
My most sincere apologies. ( he offers, even if his voice sounds distant to him, like someone else is speaking it. never has he been so intoxicatingly roused and wanting, every sense attuned to this man beside him. it is primal, this thing that coils in him, this recognition and admiration and desire, deeper than he's ever felt. )
i see you!
a dragon's instincts, perhaps. he's never been a fan of physical violence and thus, up until now, had never turned up at these kinds of events. a choice that seems to be quite the mistake now that he's seen wriothesley in action. swift, deadly, efficient, with that remarkable, scarred body glistening in sweat, that chest heaving and those midnight blue eyes focused, and those fists, the power in them as they put men down (so many of them bigger than him), and the effortless way he commands the men in here...
neuvillette's barely paying attention to what he's saying, especially when he's still half-naked right beside him, and he can feel the heat of the duke's body, the rumbling of his words. power, wielded so beautifully, and that instinct to protect is all that he can think about. )
My most sincere apologies. ( he offers, even if his voice sounds distant to him, like someone else is speaking it. never has he been so intoxicatingly roused and wanting, every sense attuned to this man beside him. it is primal, this thing that coils in him, this recognition and admiration and desire, deeper than he's ever felt. )
You're... do you do this often?