[And Bren was all too eager in those lessons, and in his own studies during the daylight hours where he could not be with Essek -- though more and more his own schedule had become nocturnal to match his lover's. His still-secret lupine nature made it an easy adjustment, as the wolf desired to thrive beneath the moon as well, no matter what it's phase in the night sky.
And he wanted to spend as much time with Essek as he could, in his arms, by his side. Even in public like this, Bren was exactly where he wanted to be. If he noticed the tilt of that head, noticed Essek's reaction to his possessive gesture, he didn't show it. But that hand remained where it was, against the graceful arch of that back, fingers teasing a light touch there, the trace of an invisible rune as if muscle memory would have him cast some spell to keep Essek by his side if he could.
Ignoring the cameras for the most -- save for the unfortunate flashes that set unwanted stars in his eyes for a moment before they faded -- he managed to smile and be engaged in the introductions and the people that they met. Most of these individuals were treated to the cordial if somewhat reserved side of him, the rust beginning to shake off from what used to be a decent amount of charisma.
Those who decided to ply Essek's hands with kisses however, were met with a harder gaze, the smile that may have graced his lips not making it anywhere near blue eyes that burned dangerously, a smile that showed just a bit too much teeth, a voice that was roughened by the start of a growl that wanted to steal the words away entirely.
At one point, after one of these hand-kissing introductions, once the preliminary introductions and niceties were spoken and the drowpire had started in on what was likely professional and political conversation, Bren made a point to take Essek's hand, to lift it to his own lips. He pressed a kiss to the back of his knuckles before casually turning that hand in his to touch a more lingering kiss against the inside of his wrist, only barely restratining himself from biting there.]
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Date: 2023-06-17 07:05 am (UTC)And he wanted to spend as much time with Essek as he could, in his arms, by his side. Even in public like this, Bren was exactly where he wanted to be. If he noticed the tilt of that head, noticed Essek's reaction to his possessive gesture, he didn't show it. But that hand remained where it was, against the graceful arch of that back, fingers teasing a light touch there, the trace of an invisible rune as if muscle memory would have him cast some spell to keep Essek by his side if he could.
Ignoring the cameras for the most -- save for the unfortunate flashes that set unwanted stars in his eyes for a moment before they faded -- he managed to smile and be engaged in the introductions and the people that they met. Most of these individuals were treated to the cordial if somewhat reserved side of him, the rust beginning to shake off from what used to be a decent amount of charisma.
Those who decided to ply Essek's hands with kisses however, were met with a harder gaze, the smile that may have graced his lips not making it anywhere near blue eyes that burned dangerously, a smile that showed just a bit too much teeth, a voice that was roughened by the start of a growl that wanted to steal the words away entirely.
At one point, after one of these hand-kissing introductions, once the preliminary introductions and niceties were spoken and the drowpire had started in on what was likely professional and political conversation, Bren made a point to take Essek's hand, to lift it to his own lips. He pressed a kiss to the back of his knuckles before casually turning that hand in his to touch a more lingering kiss against the inside of his wrist, only barely restratining himself from biting there.]