Eikons Made Them Do It
Jul. 18th, 2024 01:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
featheredflamesIt's been days now since Joshua's been gripped by a terrible itch that can't be scratched. It sits just beneath his skin, unsettling, leaving him restless. It's as if every bit of him has been pricked and plucked, a fire of muted embers waiting to be re-lit. By the third day he had figured it was the Phoenix that was making him feel that way, that the bird within him was feeling caged. In a way it made sense; it had been sometime since he had fully primed or even semi-primed. The creature within wanted to unfurl and stretch its wings, quite literally.
But there was no opportunity nor reason to.
An accumulation of aether though, without any safe means to release it, wasn't exactly a healthy state to be in. Some evenings he felt feverish, too hot to sleep with sheets, let along a nightgown. During the day he felt sick to his stomach. Clive, of course, worried, as did the rest of those at his court. What was he to do though? All he could do was lie and reassure them that he was fine. That it would pass.
But he wasn't.
It wouldn't do Rosaria any good for its leader to be cagey and his mood was spreading to others despite his best attempt to keep his problems to himself. He could never keep away from Clive though. Not for long, nor did he want to. It's in his throne room one evening, past the time where all should be in bed, that Clive finds him pacing about. Bare feet walk over the cool stones of the floor deliberately before he comes to a stop, realizing that his brother is there, watching him. He must look a sight, hair messed and dressed in nothing but his linen nightgown, walking about like a phantom without a purpose.
"I'm fine." He speaks before Clive can question him, the nails of one hand scratching at his wrist. Clive doesn't seem convinced.
But there was no opportunity nor reason to.
An accumulation of aether though, without any safe means to release it, wasn't exactly a healthy state to be in. Some evenings he felt feverish, too hot to sleep with sheets, let along a nightgown. During the day he felt sick to his stomach. Clive, of course, worried, as did the rest of those at his court. What was he to do though? All he could do was lie and reassure them that he was fine. That it would pass.
But he wasn't.
It wouldn't do Rosaria any good for its leader to be cagey and his mood was spreading to others despite his best attempt to keep his problems to himself. He could never keep away from Clive though. Not for long, nor did he want to. It's in his throne room one evening, past the time where all should be in bed, that Clive finds him pacing about. Bare feet walk over the cool stones of the floor deliberately before he comes to a stop, realizing that his brother is there, watching him. He must look a sight, hair messed and dressed in nothing but his linen nightgown, walking about like a phantom without a purpose.
"I'm fine." He speaks before Clive can question him, the nails of one hand scratching at his wrist. Clive doesn't seem convinced.
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Date: 2024-08-06 06:08 pm (UTC)Right now, that was even more apparent.
He's kissed with such passion, such heat, that he can't help but moan, desperate against Clive's body. Fingers reach to grasp, curl and cling but he's thwarted when his brother pulls away, only to rid him of the rest of the fabric clinging to his body.
Well. That was fair enough.
Hearing his name moaned in Clive's low, rough cadence is enough to sent him alight as he watches those beautiful blue eyes eat up every ilm of his form. Joshua is, as far as he's concerned about himself, not that impressive, but others would surely disagree. He's pretty and proportioned, slender and soft with enough strength to his muscles to ensure he's healthy looking, rather than a waif. Free to reach once more, Joshua's hands find Clive's broad shoulders, his desperation evident with the way his cock twitches between his legs already, with so little. He has always had his brother and Founder willing, always will.
"Will you take me then?" He sounds a bit pouty, like a child who is near begging for sweets before supper. "My dear brother...I want you in full. In every way imaginable."