[ 'Good evening, Lord Thelyss' that voice ran in Essek's mind and caused a decided quickening somewhere; it surely could not have been his heart. A breathless quality came over him, even though he had no breath to speak of-- and then the door opened wider and Essek froze for a moment; his eyes capturing the visage before him. A tall man with ginger-red hair, soft smattering of freckles across face, blue eyes that glowed with warmth-- that easy sense of humor.
All of these shouted, Caleb so clearly to him.
It was as if his husband had come back from the dead, the likeness was so very uncanny. Yes, he would nod at what Bren was saying about Frumpkin whom was now making a figure eight around his own feet. It was exceedingly hard not to shove himself into this man's arms and demand to be held. How he managed not to? Well that remained to be seen. ]
In a few weeks time, those clothes will fit you perfectly.
[ Essek's own dynasty voice was husky as he spoke this, and then he slowly reached to tuck a lock of hair behind Bren's ear, as an excuse to just well.. touch him. That warmth tripping across his fingertips as if drawn there by the promise of flames and heat. ]
It is not far, the library. And then you shall have access to as much as you want of it.
[ He then started to walk backwards, taking his hand away as he realized he was overstepping himself, walking backwards until he turned on his heel and motioned for Bren to follow after him. Oh, Bren did not even need to organize those books, all he had to do was stay, stay and let Essek take care of him, he could read to his hearts content and Essek would worship him, much like he had his husband. ]
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All of these shouted, Caleb so clearly to him.
It was as if his husband had come back from the dead, the likeness was so very uncanny. Yes, he would nod at what Bren was saying about Frumpkin whom was now making a figure eight around his own feet. It was exceedingly hard not to shove himself into this man's arms and demand to be held. How he managed not to? Well that remained to be seen. ]
In a few weeks time, those clothes will fit you perfectly.
[ Essek's own dynasty voice was husky as he spoke this, and then he slowly reached to tuck a lock of hair behind Bren's ear, as an excuse to just well.. touch him. That warmth tripping across his fingertips as if drawn there by the promise of flames and heat. ]
It is not far, the library. And then you shall have access to as much as you want of it.
[ He then started to walk backwards, taking his hand away as he realized he was overstepping himself, walking backwards until he turned on his heel and motioned for Bren to follow after him. Oh, Bren did not even need to organize those books, all he had to do was stay, stay and let Essek take care of him, he could read to his hearts content and Essek would worship him, much like he had his husband. ]