Byres inclined his head graciously, a salacious smile playing at just the edges of his mouth while the rest of his expression remained gamely and open.
The lord and the smith followed the fox, the first without any apprehension and the second with only the barest inkling that something was discussed that he was not understanding. He could open himself more fully to his first rune and suss out the secret meanings but it seemed as though Aurin was enjoying keeping him in the dark and he liked giving the redhead what he wanted.
The two walking side by side, and the one following like a retainer, made their way without hindrance into the backrooms of the Velvet Cabaret, causing Torin to recall the first time he had come there, innocent and teenage and trusting not because he had any reason to be, but because he would have rather been beaten and robbed then spend another night utterly alone.
The set up, when they arrived, seemed to please Byres, both the room itself and the seating arrangement; himself in the backed chair, his host on the lesser one beside and the smith left to stand on display.
The thick curtain that covered the door had just fallen shut behind Torin when he heard the command. A bright flush immediately invaded his face and spread down what could be seen of his chest through his loosely laced shirt. He was so surprised he nearly dropped the drink, which wouldn't have been disobedience but also not at all graceful.
"Oh." Trying not to hesitate, even though every part of him was begging to do so, he ducked his head and made his way over to the little table to place his drink, all the while trying to meet the coppery eyes of his master for reassurance. Once his hands were empty he moved back closer to the middle of the room and shyly began unbuttoning his vest, unable to raise his eyes.
When the order had initially come Byres thought he had made a mistake about the nature of the smith. Worry creased his brow that Kilvin might do this sort of thing regularly but, as soon as he began to move, the lines disappeared into a pleased smile. Eyes darting to Kavafis briefly he protested,
"He can't actually be this innocent. Surely." But his tone was delighted.
The lord and the smith followed the fox, the first without any apprehension and the second with only the barest inkling that something was discussed that he was not understanding. He could open himself more fully to his first rune and suss out the secret meanings but it seemed as though Aurin was enjoying keeping him in the dark and he liked giving the redhead what he wanted.
The two walking side by side, and the one following like a retainer, made their way without hindrance into the backrooms of the Velvet Cabaret, causing Torin to recall the first time he had come there, innocent and teenage and trusting not because he had any reason to be, but because he would have rather been beaten and robbed then spend another night utterly alone.
The set up, when they arrived, seemed to please Byres, both the room itself and the seating arrangement; himself in the backed chair, his host on the lesser one beside and the smith left to stand on display.
The thick curtain that covered the door had just fallen shut behind Torin when he heard the command. A bright flush immediately invaded his face and spread down what could be seen of his chest through his loosely laced shirt. He was so surprised he nearly dropped the drink, which wouldn't have been disobedience but also not at all graceful.
"Oh." Trying not to hesitate, even though every part of him was begging to do so, he ducked his head and made his way over to the little table to place his drink, all the while trying to meet the coppery eyes of his master for reassurance. Once his hands were empty he moved back closer to the middle of the room and shyly began unbuttoning his vest, unable to raise his eyes.
When the order had initially come Byres thought he had made a mistake about the nature of the smith. Worry creased his brow that Kilvin might do this sort of thing regularly but, as soon as he began to move, the lines disappeared into a pleased smile. Eyes darting to Kavafis briefly he protested,
"He can't actually be this innocent. Surely." But his tone was delighted.
