[Open] Drinks with a King

[conqueredhearts]

WHO: Iskandar and whoever joins him
WHAT: Iskandar has been matching Thedas months to Earth months and is guessing this is around a certain time of year. So he's hear to hold a memorial of sorts.
WHEN: Beginning of Justinian
WHERE: The docks
NOTES: Talk of death and dying. Note this is not a suicide content warning.

This wasn't the Okeanos of his dreams but he felt it would satisfy the time. That was to say he'd been figuring out how the months of this world might line up with those of his own world and had come up with the fact that his might be around Earth's June. The very same month historians had figured out he'd died at the age of thirty-two. Much had happened since that time but he felt that this was a day to honor something. Not him, of course, he had plenty of that already. No today was for those who had died living under his rule.

So he sat at the edge of the docks with a number of wine bottles around him. A couple were empty already to mark how much time had passed since he'd come out here. Around his neck was a small cat who had decided this was his favorite location to sleep even when Iskandar wasn't wearing his cloak. It was just nice to have a solid place to snooze apparently. Also there was a mabari pup next to him, sitting there as if trying to mimic the man in being calm. Not well though considering he kept wiggling about.

Iskandar chuckled and looked over his shoulder, having become aware that he wasn't alone. "Hello there. Would you care to join me? I am honoring the dead with a little memorial of sorts. You are welcome to think of your own lost ones if you like."

Comments

[conqueredhearts]

"Not exactly. I am a spirit that was bound to a mage. However, I was not given new life necessarily." He gave him a playful sort of wink. "I'm good in bed for a dead man, aren't I."

[samahl]

Cyril made a slight face and then leaned against Iskandar, almost sort of lazily plopping against him. "What the fuck, Iskandar?" he asks, though he doesn't sound actually angry. If anything, he sounds amused. "You really gotta tell someone before hand if they're going to be practicing necrophilia by sleeping with you."

He should probably be more disturbed but he trusts that magic is different where Iskandar is from.

[conqueredhearts]

He blinked at that then burst out laughing. That hadn't been at all what he'd been expecting to hear from him. "Sometimes I forget that spirits are viewed differently here and seem to be created in a different manner. Though I suppose one would not call me dead per say even though I did die many years ago."

[samahl]

"I have to keep that in mind too. Otherwise I would worry about you being the shambling corpses that necromancers raise here." He sighed a bit and kept close to Iskandar. "I know that's not true of you. You have a heart beat, and blood that pumps through your body, and heat unlike any other man I've ever met. Your magic just has to be different than ours to produce something to lovely."

[conqueredhearts]

"It is. Which is half the fun of people getting to know me. We learn so much from each other because of those differences." He grinned at him then wrapped an arm around him to help him lean close to him. "In the end it matters not what the two of us are though. Elf. Spirit. What matters is that we are people who are friends. And that is something special."

[samahl]

Cyril melted a bit into Iskandar once that arm was around him. Everything about Iskandar was comforting, so he wasn't about to let this bit of knowledge stop him from enjoying that.

"Friends who know how to party, that makes us even more special."

[conqueredhearts]

"To party, hm?"

He laughed but he knew what he meant. It did have a good ring to it though. Iskandar would have to remember that actually. Iskandar, a friend who knows how to party.

"It is true though. I like it."

[samahl]

"And I like you," Cyril countered very easily. "Perhaps a bit more than I should, even."

[conqueredhearts]

He paused with a bottle partway up to his lips. Lowering it, he tilted his head. "More than you should? Is something wrong with liking me?"

[samahl]

"Uh, you just told me you're dead," Cyril points out, the tone of his voice making it clear he's joking more than actually bothered. He might also be covering up for real emotion that he doesn't want to give words to.

[conqueredhearts]

"Oh is that all? Bah! I died two thousand years ago. It is but old news now." He laughed and gave a wave of his hand before wrapping that arm around Cyril again. "Here I thought that there was a confession about to happen and you were wondering over some problem."

He considered that then shrugged. "Ah well, even if there still is that I would wait until you were ready. They are best said that way."

[samahl]

"Wait until I was ready for what, exactly?" Cyril asks, still seemingly amused.

[conqueredhearts]

"Hm? Was I reading things wrong? I thought perhaps you had feelings for me and were having trouble saying as much." He lowered his bottle so he could bring his hand up to stroke his beard. "Usually I'm rather good at that. Odd."

[samahl]

Cyril chuckles a bot. "I bet you are," he says softly. "And I do have feelings for you. Most of them aren't fit to be overheard by the public, I'm sure."

[conqueredhearts]

"Well that is where we will have to disagree. Then again, I cannot say I have anything resembling shame." He grinned at him and actually went to get him on his lap now. Cyril was nice and cuddle sized so why not?

"You have a gift with words though. Creating a wonderful maze that draws men into it because they are too curious not to."

[samahl]

Cyril doesn't mind being put onto Iskandar's lap at all. Instead, he rolls his hips a bit to be obscene but not obvious about it. "Are you sure it's my words that draw men in?"

[conqueredhearts]

"Among other things." He gave him a playful smack to his hip then kissed the tip of one of those fascinating ears. "Though now I wonder if you are distracting me."

[samahl]

As soon as the lips touch one of his ears he almost sort of melts against Iskandar's chest. "Says the one kissing my ears... "

[conqueredhearts]

"I cannot help it. Their shape fascinates me." Another kiss and he chuckled softly. Well if this was to be a distraction then he could truly say he liked it. "So you are distracting me then?"

[samahl]

"Hm, more that I think I'm distracting myself," Cyril replied after a long moment. He needed to let himself enjoy the touch on his ears.

[conqueredhearts]

Well now Cyril had him curious. He leaned his head forward some so he could look down at him. "From what? Does something trouble you?"

[samahl]

Cyril turned his head to make it easier for them to look at each other. "Right now? Nothing at all."

[conqueredhearts]

He chuckled softly and tilted his head down so he could deliver a soft kiss to those lips. "You know, I am glad you decided to spend time with me. You warm my heart when you are near."

[samahl]

Cyril hums softly with pleasure at the kiss. "You have the same effect on me." A pause. "You feel safe."

That honesty isn't one he's usually comfortable showing, but after Iskandar had given a bit of his truth it seemed fair.

[conqueredhearts]

"I would hope so. I care deeply about you, Cyril. For that reason I have a strong desire to see you smile and to protect it when we are together." He gently ran his fingers through the pale hair which pushed it off his forehead long enough for him to press a kiss there.

"You are one of my treasures now."