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Toward the comment about senators of more rotund figures, Æros chuckled. Such a thing would never be a problem for him and it was a little difficult to empathize with the plight of having to watch one's diet. It served also as yet another reason he found his Fæ heritage to be a boon– thus elevating him and his kin above the rest. Every time the subject crossed his mind, however, he couldn't help but wonder what it'd be like to meet with other Fæ. To his knowledge, he really hadn't.
Khy's interest in how his form shifting worked was spirited; he spoke with a sort of energized wonder that only continued to feed Æros' ego regarding the subject.
"I believe mass plays a part in one way or another, though I am not entirely sure about the exact biomechanics and magic at play, to be honest. From what I know, we Fæ are touched by magic from another plane entirely…and as such, there isn't much to compare it to." He spoke in a way almost musing. The topic was something he often wondered about, too. "What I can say is that I cannot add or remove pieces of me as well as certain unique traits. Take, for example, my horns and my stars– I can't remove them at all, not that I would ever want to. I can only alter the horns in terms of color and shape, whereas my stars I can't do much with at all. They just..are. In a similar manner, I've never been able to grow additional limbs, much as I think having four arms would be useful." Pausing for a second to spend in rumination, "...but despite that, I can still shift my height around…although, I've never been able to make myself exceptionally large or small, so I think there's maybe…limitations regarding my own aether? And as far as I'm aware, I can only manipulate my own body." From his personal experience, these were his limits…should there be anything else, he'd yet to figure it out. "Does that answer your question…?"
Watching the boy in his arms shift and try to mute his reactions only served to feed Æros' desire to continue to touch him. That combination of pleasure and nerves on his features was so incredibly adorable and thus, he continued to trace his hand over his lover's figure, focus drifting down to the muscles just below his ribs. With no ribcage for structure, this part of the body was often considered vulnerable no matter how taut one's musculature was. Æros liked the softness flesh always maintained, regardless of fitness.
On the subject of employment, "Yes, I'm a dancer. While I certainly don't need the money," incorrect, "...I do it because I'm fond of being on stage, truthfully. I am a performer at heart." The latter sentiment was true; he did feel this way, and the entire thing could be true if he wasn't so…indulgent.
Æros was aware that many others of his caste found the idea of labor to be…below them, and while some types definitely would be, artists and performers still loved to ply their trades even if it was entirely unnecessary. Doing so was usually done either for ego or passion, though some could pull in substantial amounts of money to fuel a particularly greedy personality if desired.
Lifting his hand from Khy's chest, Æros gently framed the other's face, placing two of his fingers against his jaw while the other two rested on the soft skin of his throat.
"My, so attentive, you are…" words delivered with soft affection, voice shifting to something more seductive.
As he spoke, he slid his hand along his lover's jaw, down to his chin, and then gently traced his thumb over the smooth texture of his lower lip.
"Coming across such a pliant lover really was lucky, then." Though he still spoke with affection, he grinned with an expression veering more towards familiar mischief.
Having kept his hand where it was, Æros appeared pleased at the returned gesture when Khy ran the back of his hand over his face. The half-elf responded to the touch by tilting his head into it, as if to cherish the moment.
Before regarding his lover's words, Æros drew his hand down, fingertips gently sliding over the center of the other's throat and coming to a pause at the divot above his sternum.
"Perhaps, indeed…"
The elf maintained his expression, though he did feel the familiar twisting of anxiety from this request.
In theory, he could, provided an agreement was made between him and Khy’s master. However, current circumstances were not exactly conducive to such a process going…smoothly, so to speak. Unless something changed, Æros would have to keep the idea held aloft, just out of reach.
"...having you serve me is certainly tempting, yes. Though that is more a conversation I'd have to have with your current master and it is also something I'll need more time to consider the merits of."
In addition to the fact that facilitating this suggestion would be difficult at the moment, Æros was also just…nervous toward the idea of having the other work underneath him. He was afraid of how his own emotions would progress should the two of them exist in such frequent and close proximity.
Khy's interest in how his form shifting worked was spirited; he spoke with a sort of energized wonder that only continued to feed Æros' ego regarding the subject.
"I believe mass plays a part in one way or another, though I am not entirely sure about the exact biomechanics and magic at play, to be honest. From what I know, we Fæ are touched by magic from another plane entirely…and as such, there isn't much to compare it to." He spoke in a way almost musing. The topic was something he often wondered about, too. "What I can say is that I cannot add or remove pieces of me as well as certain unique traits. Take, for example, my horns and my stars– I can't remove them at all, not that I would ever want to. I can only alter the horns in terms of color and shape, whereas my stars I can't do much with at all. They just..are. In a similar manner, I've never been able to grow additional limbs, much as I think having four arms would be useful." Pausing for a second to spend in rumination, "...but despite that, I can still shift my height around…although, I've never been able to make myself exceptionally large or small, so I think there's maybe…limitations regarding my own aether? And as far as I'm aware, I can only manipulate my own body." From his personal experience, these were his limits…should there be anything else, he'd yet to figure it out. "Does that answer your question…?"
Watching the boy in his arms shift and try to mute his reactions only served to feed Æros' desire to continue to touch him. That combination of pleasure and nerves on his features was so incredibly adorable and thus, he continued to trace his hand over his lover's figure, focus drifting down to the muscles just below his ribs. With no ribcage for structure, this part of the body was often considered vulnerable no matter how taut one's musculature was. Æros liked the softness flesh always maintained, regardless of fitness.
On the subject of employment, "Yes, I'm a dancer. While I certainly don't need the money," incorrect, "...I do it because I'm fond of being on stage, truthfully. I am a performer at heart." The latter sentiment was true; he did feel this way, and the entire thing could be true if he wasn't so…indulgent.
Æros was aware that many others of his caste found the idea of labor to be…below them, and while some types definitely would be, artists and performers still loved to ply their trades even if it was entirely unnecessary. Doing so was usually done either for ego or passion, though some could pull in substantial amounts of money to fuel a particularly greedy personality if desired.
Lifting his hand from Khy's chest, Æros gently framed the other's face, placing two of his fingers against his jaw while the other two rested on the soft skin of his throat.
"My, so attentive, you are…" words delivered with soft affection, voice shifting to something more seductive.
As he spoke, he slid his hand along his lover's jaw, down to his chin, and then gently traced his thumb over the smooth texture of his lower lip.
"Coming across such a pliant lover really was lucky, then." Though he still spoke with affection, he grinned with an expression veering more towards familiar mischief.
Having kept his hand where it was, Æros appeared pleased at the returned gesture when Khy ran the back of his hand over his face. The half-elf responded to the touch by tilting his head into it, as if to cherish the moment.
Before regarding his lover's words, Æros drew his hand down, fingertips gently sliding over the center of the other's throat and coming to a pause at the divot above his sternum.
"Perhaps, indeed…"
The elf maintained his expression, though he did feel the familiar twisting of anxiety from this request.
In theory, he could, provided an agreement was made between him and Khy’s master. However, current circumstances were not exactly conducive to such a process going…smoothly, so to speak. Unless something changed, Æros would have to keep the idea held aloft, just out of reach.
"...having you serve me is certainly tempting, yes. Though that is more a conversation I'd have to have with your current master and it is also something I'll need more time to consider the merits of."
In addition to the fact that facilitating this suggestion would be difficult at the moment, Æros was also just…nervous toward the idea of having the other work underneath him. He was afraid of how his own emotions would progress should the two of them exist in such frequent and close proximity.
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