Of course. My last dance of the night will always be for you.
[Wherever they happened to be, he would save that spot on his metaphorical dance card for ending the night in his soulmate's arms. Now that he had found him -- now that he'd even knew that he'd been unconsciously searching his whole life for something he had been missing, something he could never name until he found it -- he wouldn't give up a moment of being with him. Not so long as Essek would have him.
For all that Trent Ikithon had spent so long instilling outright terror in him at the very thought of vampires, Bren didn't have an ounce of fear left in him, not about this vampire. Here in Essek's arms, there was safety. Belonging. Home.
Bren's eyes fluttered -- not quite shut but heavy-lidded, even as his breath caught at the back of his throat at the feeling of those lips shaping such wicked words to his ear.]
O...oh. Yes, who can say?
[Bren could say. Bren could imagine and would imagine and he flushed at the suggestion.]
I think it would be impossible not to think of them... to shut my eyes and imagine...
[His own voice dropped quiet, roughened at its edges.] Will you think of me as well, out at your fancy party, while you are spinning about out on the dancefloor?
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[Wherever they happened to be, he would save that spot on his metaphorical dance card for ending the night in his soulmate's arms. Now that he had found him -- now that he'd even knew that he'd been unconsciously searching his whole life for something he had been missing, something he could never name until he found it -- he wouldn't give up a moment of being with him. Not so long as Essek would have him.
For all that Trent Ikithon had spent so long instilling outright terror in him at the very thought of vampires, Bren didn't have an ounce of fear left in him, not about this vampire. Here in Essek's arms, there was safety. Belonging. Home.
Bren's eyes fluttered -- not quite shut but heavy-lidded, even as his breath caught at the back of his throat at the feeling of those lips shaping such wicked words to his ear.]
O...oh. Yes, who can say?
[Bren could say. Bren could imagine and would imagine and he flushed at the suggestion.]
I think it would be impossible not to think of them... to shut my eyes and imagine...
[His own voice dropped quiet, roughened at its edges.] Will you think of me as well, out at your fancy party, while you are spinning about out on the dancefloor?