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It was true that Mihail had spent the last eighteen years of his life fearful of the bottomless abyss of the ocean, and that in more recent years, that fear had only worsened to include most other bodies of water, no matter how small. There were only a few exceptions to this dread, and one of them, if perhaps by some cruel luck, was the Midas hot springs. The place had a sense of calm and relaxation about it which negated any fear he might have felt, and brought his mind out of that void into which it thrust itself. He enjoyed it more than most locations in the city, and, for a man so concerned with the avoidance of filth, it provided a welcome relief to more than one of his worries.
On this particular day of Teleos, he visited the springs more out of a sense of boredom than need. There were suitable enough baths at home, after all, and he rarely found himself in a state of unkemptness unless he had spent the night drinking away some arguably minuscule sorrow, but there was an appeal to the public space. Dysius was home from Megaris after so long away, and the youngest Thanasi had no desire to spend any time with his brother, even if he always had some mild hope the man might have had a complete change in demeanour during his absences.
The weather was warm, a light breeze uncommon to Colchis drifting over the city of Midas, and Mihail had dressed to complement such an unexpected change in the climate. Although his chiton remained so cinched at the waist that any would have been forgiven to mistake his figure for a woman's, he had foregone the typical crimson for a lighter blue, the cerulean shade reminiscent of that water he so abhorred, and a silver-embroidered serpent running the length of the matching himation to match the ones curling up his arms. It was only a shame the entire outfit would have to be removed to enjoy the springs themselves, but in the journey from and to the Thanasi archontikó, he enjoyed the vague attention it garnered. Father might have had a fit and torn it from his son's figure had he seen it, and Dysius might have called it unnecessarily feminine, but their opinions had never meant all that much to him.
For all the excitement of visiting the springs, he did not spend all that much time there. It might have been an hour or two at most, for the sun had made good progress across the sky during his visit, but by the time it had reached its apex, the man had left once more, a growing thirst for the sweet taste of his pipe already summoning him home. There had not been much of use to overhear that day: mostly the gibberings of lower classes which could not be much use in the courts. What did Mihail care if Eris had betrayed her husband and taken to bed with Spiros? What concern had he for the prosperity of Yorgos's textile store? They were peasant names to him, and would not serve him well. No, on this occasion it seemed his propensity for eavesdropping had gone to waste, and when he left the springs once more clad in his delicate chiton, it was with little of use.
Still, the lack of new knowledge did not dull his confidence as he exited the building, hips swaying as if in time with the wind, the light chain of silver medallions he wore in place of a belt around his waist jangling with each step and black curls hanging gently past his shoulders. He looked for all the world as if some highborn lady had just left the baths, and he would not reject the misunderstanding should it come.
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It was true that Mihail had spent the last eighteen years of his life fearful of the bottomless abyss of the ocean, and that in more recent years, that fear had only worsened to include most other bodies of water, no matter how small. There were only a few exceptions to this dread, and one of them, if perhaps by some cruel luck, was the Midas hot springs. The place had a sense of calm and relaxation about it which negated any fear he might have felt, and brought his mind out of that void into which it thrust itself. He enjoyed it more than most locations in the city, and, for a man so concerned with the avoidance of filth, it provided a welcome relief to more than one of his worries.
On this particular day of Teleos, he visited the springs more out of a sense of boredom than need. There were suitable enough baths at home, after all, and he rarely found himself in a state of unkemptness unless he had spent the night drinking away some arguably minuscule sorrow, but there was an appeal to the public space. Dysius was home from Megaris after so long away, and the youngest Thanasi had no desire to spend any time with his brother, even if he always had some mild hope the man might have had a complete change in demeanour during his absences.
The weather was warm, a light breeze uncommon to Colchis drifting over the city of Midas, and Mihail had dressed to complement such an unexpected change in the climate. Although his chiton remained so cinched at the waist that any would have been forgiven to mistake his figure for a woman's, he had foregone the typical crimson for a lighter blue, the cerulean shade reminiscent of that water he so abhorred, and a silver-embroidered serpent running the length of the matching himation to match the ones curling up his arms. It was only a shame the entire outfit would have to be removed to enjoy the springs themselves, but in the journey from and to the Thanasi archontikó, he enjoyed the vague attention it garnered. Father might have had a fit and torn it from his son's figure had he seen it, and Dysius might have called it unnecessarily feminine, but their opinions had never meant all that much to him.
For all the excitement of visiting the springs, he did not spend all that much time there. It might have been an hour or two at most, for the sun had made good progress across the sky during his visit, but by the time it had reached its apex, the man had left once more, a growing thirst for the sweet taste of his pipe already summoning him home. There had not been much of use to overhear that day: mostly the gibberings of lower classes which could not be much use in the courts. What did Mihail care if Eris had betrayed her husband and taken to bed with Spiros? What concern had he for the prosperity of Yorgos's textile store? They were peasant names to him, and would not serve him well. No, on this occasion it seemed his propensity for eavesdropping had gone to waste, and when he left the springs once more clad in his delicate chiton, it was with little of use.
Still, the lack of new knowledge did not dull his confidence as he exited the building, hips swaying as if in time with the wind, the light chain of silver medallions he wore in place of a belt around his waist jangling with each step and black curls hanging gently past his shoulders. He looked for all the world as if some highborn lady had just left the baths, and he would not reject the misunderstanding should it come.
It was true that Mihail had spent the last eighteen years of his life fearful of the bottomless abyss of the ocean, and that in more recent years, that fear had only worsened to include most other bodies of water, no matter how small. There were only a few exceptions to this dread, and one of them, if perhaps by some cruel luck, was the Midas hot springs. The place had a sense of calm and relaxation about it which negated any fear he might have felt, and brought his mind out of that void into which it thrust itself. He enjoyed it more than most locations in the city, and, for a man so concerned with the avoidance of filth, it provided a welcome relief to more than one of his worries.
On this particular day of Teleos, he visited the springs more out of a sense of boredom than need. There were suitable enough baths at home, after all, and he rarely found himself in a state of unkemptness unless he had spent the night drinking away some arguably minuscule sorrow, but there was an appeal to the public space. Dysius was home from Megaris after so long away, and the youngest Thanasi had no desire to spend any time with his brother, even if he always had some mild hope the man might have had a complete change in demeanour during his absences.
The weather was warm, a light breeze uncommon to Colchis drifting over the city of Midas, and Mihail had dressed to complement such an unexpected change in the climate. Although his chiton remained so cinched at the waist that any would have been forgiven to mistake his figure for a woman's, he had foregone the typical crimson for a lighter blue, the cerulean shade reminiscent of that water he so abhorred, and a silver-embroidered serpent running the length of the matching himation to match the ones curling up his arms. It was only a shame the entire outfit would have to be removed to enjoy the springs themselves, but in the journey from and to the Thanasi archontikó, he enjoyed the vague attention it garnered. Father might have had a fit and torn it from his son's figure had he seen it, and Dysius might have called it unnecessarily feminine, but their opinions had never meant all that much to him.
For all the excitement of visiting the springs, he did not spend all that much time there. It might have been an hour or two at most, for the sun had made good progress across the sky during his visit, but by the time it had reached its apex, the man had left once more, a growing thirst for the sweet taste of his pipe already summoning him home. There had not been much of use to overhear that day: mostly the gibberings of lower classes which could not be much use in the courts. What did Mihail care if Eris had betrayed her husband and taken to bed with Spiros? What concern had he for the prosperity of Yorgos's textile store? They were peasant names to him, and would not serve him well. No, on this occasion it seemed his propensity for eavesdropping had gone to waste, and when he left the springs once more clad in his delicate chiton, it was with little of use.
Still, the lack of new knowledge did not dull his confidence as he exited the building, hips swaying as if in time with the wind, the light chain of silver medallions he wore in place of a belt around his waist jangling with each step and black curls hanging gently past his shoulders. He looked for all the world as if some highborn lady had just left the baths, and he would not reject the misunderstanding should it come.
It was strange being back in Colchis. Silanos was finding it hard to adjust, had been bouncing between Midas and Eubocris and back again, not really feeling at home anywhere. Their family home in the rocky province was too quiet, he couldn’t get used to it. And he had watched with growing concern the way his Mother behaved, sometimes lucid as she had ever been and all too ready to shoo him out for being idle, alternately absent minded and vacant. She’d looked at him like she didn’t even know who he was his last morning in Eubocris, and it had been that which had sent Silanos back to the capital, uneasy and guilt ridden. He thought he’d try to talk to Timaeus about it, but his brother was short tempered and seemed always on the verge of having a nervous breakdown. Sil has barely seen his cousins and it was altogether a less joyous homecoming that he’d hoped for.
The place had fallen apart without him, it seemed.
The youngest Valaoritis had left soon after Nicomedes’ death, needed to get away from that, though he’d learned a hard lesson that such memories were not easily outrun. Even though he’d removed himself from the scene of the crime, the young Lord found the visions haunted his dreams and made sleep a thing to dread. It might have broken lesser men, but Sil was resourceful and had found a number of things that helped. Spending his days in Taengea, a kingdom where a party could always be found,had made for a raft of distractions. New friends, new scenery. A new expensive appreciation for poppy.
But Sil had not yet found himself a reliable source back here in Midas, and so he’d had to make do with wine and women. And having indulged himself quite liberally with both, he was shambling his way towards the hot springs, wondering if he was taking a risk by considering bathing when he was so godsdamned tired. He’d almost fallen asleep after fucking, and had jerked awake and kicked the whore out of his bed before she got the privilege of witnessing one of his stupid nightmares first hand. And now his head was aching and he hoped the steam might help with that if not the tiredness.
He’d almost made it far enough to see his plan through to fruition when a flash of blue caught his eye, and Silanos squinted at the figure walking away from the springs. A bit of company would definitely make him less likely to fall asleep and drown, he mused.
It was fair to say he didn’t look his absolute best, still rumpled from the night before and with heavy shadows beneath his eyes, but Silanos had a boyish grin and he knew how to employ it to charming effect. Or at least he didn’t have any problems, usually. There was no reason to think this occasion should be any different, and he’d canted his head to the side and let his eyes wander over the figure of the girl before she could turn and catch him at it. Looked half decent from the rear. As much out as habit as any real desire, Sil called out to the retreating figure.
“Leaving so soon?”
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It was strange being back in Colchis. Silanos was finding it hard to adjust, had been bouncing between Midas and Eubocris and back again, not really feeling at home anywhere. Their family home in the rocky province was too quiet, he couldn’t get used to it. And he had watched with growing concern the way his Mother behaved, sometimes lucid as she had ever been and all too ready to shoo him out for being idle, alternately absent minded and vacant. She’d looked at him like she didn’t even know who he was his last morning in Eubocris, and it had been that which had sent Silanos back to the capital, uneasy and guilt ridden. He thought he’d try to talk to Timaeus about it, but his brother was short tempered and seemed always on the verge of having a nervous breakdown. Sil has barely seen his cousins and it was altogether a less joyous homecoming that he’d hoped for.
The place had fallen apart without him, it seemed.
The youngest Valaoritis had left soon after Nicomedes’ death, needed to get away from that, though he’d learned a hard lesson that such memories were not easily outrun. Even though he’d removed himself from the scene of the crime, the young Lord found the visions haunted his dreams and made sleep a thing to dread. It might have broken lesser men, but Sil was resourceful and had found a number of things that helped. Spending his days in Taengea, a kingdom where a party could always be found,had made for a raft of distractions. New friends, new scenery. A new expensive appreciation for poppy.
But Sil had not yet found himself a reliable source back here in Midas, and so he’d had to make do with wine and women. And having indulged himself quite liberally with both, he was shambling his way towards the hot springs, wondering if he was taking a risk by considering bathing when he was so godsdamned tired. He’d almost fallen asleep after fucking, and had jerked awake and kicked the whore out of his bed before she got the privilege of witnessing one of his stupid nightmares first hand. And now his head was aching and he hoped the steam might help with that if not the tiredness.
He’d almost made it far enough to see his plan through to fruition when a flash of blue caught his eye, and Silanos squinted at the figure walking away from the springs. A bit of company would definitely make him less likely to fall asleep and drown, he mused.
It was fair to say he didn’t look his absolute best, still rumpled from the night before and with heavy shadows beneath his eyes, but Silanos had a boyish grin and he knew how to employ it to charming effect. Or at least he didn’t have any problems, usually. There was no reason to think this occasion should be any different, and he’d canted his head to the side and let his eyes wander over the figure of the girl before she could turn and catch him at it. Looked half decent from the rear. As much out as habit as any real desire, Sil called out to the retreating figure.
“Leaving so soon?”
It was strange being back in Colchis. Silanos was finding it hard to adjust, had been bouncing between Midas and Eubocris and back again, not really feeling at home anywhere. Their family home in the rocky province was too quiet, he couldn’t get used to it. And he had watched with growing concern the way his Mother behaved, sometimes lucid as she had ever been and all too ready to shoo him out for being idle, alternately absent minded and vacant. She’d looked at him like she didn’t even know who he was his last morning in Eubocris, and it had been that which had sent Silanos back to the capital, uneasy and guilt ridden. He thought he’d try to talk to Timaeus about it, but his brother was short tempered and seemed always on the verge of having a nervous breakdown. Sil has barely seen his cousins and it was altogether a less joyous homecoming that he’d hoped for.
The place had fallen apart without him, it seemed.
The youngest Valaoritis had left soon after Nicomedes’ death, needed to get away from that, though he’d learned a hard lesson that such memories were not easily outrun. Even though he’d removed himself from the scene of the crime, the young Lord found the visions haunted his dreams and made sleep a thing to dread. It might have broken lesser men, but Sil was resourceful and had found a number of things that helped. Spending his days in Taengea, a kingdom where a party could always be found,had made for a raft of distractions. New friends, new scenery. A new expensive appreciation for poppy.
But Sil had not yet found himself a reliable source back here in Midas, and so he’d had to make do with wine and women. And having indulged himself quite liberally with both, he was shambling his way towards the hot springs, wondering if he was taking a risk by considering bathing when he was so godsdamned tired. He’d almost fallen asleep after fucking, and had jerked awake and kicked the whore out of his bed before she got the privilege of witnessing one of his stupid nightmares first hand. And now his head was aching and he hoped the steam might help with that if not the tiredness.
He’d almost made it far enough to see his plan through to fruition when a flash of blue caught his eye, and Silanos squinted at the figure walking away from the springs. A bit of company would definitely make him less likely to fall asleep and drown, he mused.
It was fair to say he didn’t look his absolute best, still rumpled from the night before and with heavy shadows beneath his eyes, but Silanos had a boyish grin and he knew how to employ it to charming effect. Or at least he didn’t have any problems, usually. There was no reason to think this occasion should be any different, and he’d canted his head to the side and let his eyes wander over the figure of the girl before she could turn and catch him at it. Looked half decent from the rear. As much out as habit as any real desire, Sil called out to the retreating figure.
“Leaving so soon?”
Mihail had not come to the springs with ideas of romance in mind, but when a voice called out to him, the corners of his mouth curved naturally into a smirk of satisfaction. He did not know whether they had shouted to him in the knowledge that he was a lord or under some arguably reasonable misconception that he was a lady, but such technicalities were of little import, for the twenty-four-year-old still turned to face his interlocutor with a flourish which forced his chiton to sway gently around his legs. He had not spent time with another in a long while, and, although there was an inherent solitudinous appeal to spending his days hidden in his dark chambers with little more companionship than his wine and pipe, he was not about to turn down an opportunity such as this, head tilting thoughtfully to the side in brief examination of the specimen before him.
He did not often think about his type of man. Primarily, Mihail was aware that he had little preference as to the gender of his partners, that he seemed to gravitate towards those with brightly-coloured eyes, and that he did not care immensely for excessively militaristic types, unless they had a delectable set of muscles to run his hands over. It was only after all those superficial matters had been considered that he cared about the intricacies of their character. The man who had called out was not unattractive, rather tall and soft-haired, and the grin on his face was suggestive in just the manner he liked. For all the pickiness in which Mihail prided himself, and which so often led to a lack of sexual partners and long periods of dullness, he could find no qualms with this individual at present. There seemed no harm in continuing this possible dalliance.
A hand shifted upwards to land daintily on his waistline, a hip jutting out as his tongue flickered over his lips, and his eyelashes fluttered in a coy cry for attention. He sauntered back the way he had come, arms outstretched as he reached up to place them on the other man's shoulders, as if his flirtations had already been accepted and they were in the early throes of some passionate relationship. Not for a moment did he spare a thought as to the fact that this gentleman might not be interested in other men, for he was wholly willing to play the part of a lady if the moment should require it, and, in truth, had done so quite convincingly at times.
"Oh, darling, I've already had my fun," he commented in response, tugging himself closer to look the other directly in the eyes, unconcerned by the possibility that another passing by the baths might catch sight of their closeness. There were plenty who were not keen on having their affairs aired in public, and, typically, Mihail did not care for the masses to see him when it came to his private matters, but there was a thrill to being watched. If this man wanted to drag him back into the springs and take him in full view of every other patron, then he was unlikely to complain too intently; instead, he was almost willing to be pulled under the water and brave that fear in exchange for the pleasure it could bring. "But I suppose I could...make an exception for you. What's your name, handsome?"
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Mihail had not come to the springs with ideas of romance in mind, but when a voice called out to him, the corners of his mouth curved naturally into a smirk of satisfaction. He did not know whether they had shouted to him in the knowledge that he was a lord or under some arguably reasonable misconception that he was a lady, but such technicalities were of little import, for the twenty-four-year-old still turned to face his interlocutor with a flourish which forced his chiton to sway gently around his legs. He had not spent time with another in a long while, and, although there was an inherent solitudinous appeal to spending his days hidden in his dark chambers with little more companionship than his wine and pipe, he was not about to turn down an opportunity such as this, head tilting thoughtfully to the side in brief examination of the specimen before him.
He did not often think about his type of man. Primarily, Mihail was aware that he had little preference as to the gender of his partners, that he seemed to gravitate towards those with brightly-coloured eyes, and that he did not care immensely for excessively militaristic types, unless they had a delectable set of muscles to run his hands over. It was only after all those superficial matters had been considered that he cared about the intricacies of their character. The man who had called out was not unattractive, rather tall and soft-haired, and the grin on his face was suggestive in just the manner he liked. For all the pickiness in which Mihail prided himself, and which so often led to a lack of sexual partners and long periods of dullness, he could find no qualms with this individual at present. There seemed no harm in continuing this possible dalliance.
A hand shifted upwards to land daintily on his waistline, a hip jutting out as his tongue flickered over his lips, and his eyelashes fluttered in a coy cry for attention. He sauntered back the way he had come, arms outstretched as he reached up to place them on the other man's shoulders, as if his flirtations had already been accepted and they were in the early throes of some passionate relationship. Not for a moment did he spare a thought as to the fact that this gentleman might not be interested in other men, for he was wholly willing to play the part of a lady if the moment should require it, and, in truth, had done so quite convincingly at times.
"Oh, darling, I've already had my fun," he commented in response, tugging himself closer to look the other directly in the eyes, unconcerned by the possibility that another passing by the baths might catch sight of their closeness. There were plenty who were not keen on having their affairs aired in public, and, typically, Mihail did not care for the masses to see him when it came to his private matters, but there was a thrill to being watched. If this man wanted to drag him back into the springs and take him in full view of every other patron, then he was unlikely to complain too intently; instead, he was almost willing to be pulled under the water and brave that fear in exchange for the pleasure it could bring. "But I suppose I could...make an exception for you. What's your name, handsome?"
Mihail had not come to the springs with ideas of romance in mind, but when a voice called out to him, the corners of his mouth curved naturally into a smirk of satisfaction. He did not know whether they had shouted to him in the knowledge that he was a lord or under some arguably reasonable misconception that he was a lady, but such technicalities were of little import, for the twenty-four-year-old still turned to face his interlocutor with a flourish which forced his chiton to sway gently around his legs. He had not spent time with another in a long while, and, although there was an inherent solitudinous appeal to spending his days hidden in his dark chambers with little more companionship than his wine and pipe, he was not about to turn down an opportunity such as this, head tilting thoughtfully to the side in brief examination of the specimen before him.
He did not often think about his type of man. Primarily, Mihail was aware that he had little preference as to the gender of his partners, that he seemed to gravitate towards those with brightly-coloured eyes, and that he did not care immensely for excessively militaristic types, unless they had a delectable set of muscles to run his hands over. It was only after all those superficial matters had been considered that he cared about the intricacies of their character. The man who had called out was not unattractive, rather tall and soft-haired, and the grin on his face was suggestive in just the manner he liked. For all the pickiness in which Mihail prided himself, and which so often led to a lack of sexual partners and long periods of dullness, he could find no qualms with this individual at present. There seemed no harm in continuing this possible dalliance.
A hand shifted upwards to land daintily on his waistline, a hip jutting out as his tongue flickered over his lips, and his eyelashes fluttered in a coy cry for attention. He sauntered back the way he had come, arms outstretched as he reached up to place them on the other man's shoulders, as if his flirtations had already been accepted and they were in the early throes of some passionate relationship. Not for a moment did he spare a thought as to the fact that this gentleman might not be interested in other men, for he was wholly willing to play the part of a lady if the moment should require it, and, in truth, had done so quite convincingly at times.
"Oh, darling, I've already had my fun," he commented in response, tugging himself closer to look the other directly in the eyes, unconcerned by the possibility that another passing by the baths might catch sight of their closeness. There were plenty who were not keen on having their affairs aired in public, and, typically, Mihail did not care for the masses to see him when it came to his private matters, but there was a thrill to being watched. If this man wanted to drag him back into the springs and take him in full view of every other patron, then he was unlikely to complain too intently; instead, he was almost willing to be pulled under the water and brave that fear in exchange for the pleasure it could bring. "But I suppose I could...make an exception for you. What's your name, handsome?"
Fucking.Gods. Zeus was having a joke
Silanos decided he must have had more wine than he thought, or maybe he was just so tired that he wasn’t seeing straight because when the vision in blue turned and sashayed towards him, it was definitely a boy. Man. Male. Slender yes, and with hair a little longer than was the norm, but there was a square jaw with a shadow of stubble, and a heavier brow above those very dark eyes that Sil couldn’t help but notice were fringed with very long eyelashes.
Which left him with some confusing feelings as to just having given it..him such a blatant once over, and which more disturbingly was now being given back to him in return. Silanos blinked sleepy blue eyes at the other and tried to think of how he might extricate himself from this situation.
“Uhh” Was the extent of the Valaoritis lord’s eloquence as the man crossed the distance between them and then inexplicably put his hands on Silanos’ shoulders and drew them closer than what was altogether proper. He would find some resistance there as Sil gathered his wits back to him and stared at the other, a growing sense of indignation threading through the embarrassment that turned the tips of his ears pink.
“Fuck no. You look a lot more..feminine from the back.” He finally managed to choke out. Sil lifted an arm to push one of the man’s hands away, taking a half a step back and glancing around as if to check for witnesses to that little misunderstanding. He slipped deftly out from under the other hand and narrowed his gaze.
“You’re...Mihail right? Thanasi?”
That was really fucking awkward. Silanos knew enough to know that his brother had an antagonistic relationship with this dark-haired, strangely effeminate man, and the Thanasi were of course, not to be trusted. Tim would have a fucking field day if he heard about this, and this man still standing a touch too close was known to be a gossip. He gave a shake of his head, scrubbed a hand over his face. He needed to sleep, and not be stumbling around accidentally chatting up Mihail of Thanasi. He was backing away, step by step, squinting into the sunlight and wishing that he had drunk enough to knock him out for a couple of hours instead of being awake for this little encounter.
“Look, let's just forget this happened. My head is killing me, it's really fucking bright out here. You can just trot off and do whatever you were doing and I can go and die in a dark corner and pretend that I didn’t just give you a once over. Deal? Good”.
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Fucking.Gods. Zeus was having a joke
Silanos decided he must have had more wine than he thought, or maybe he was just so tired that he wasn’t seeing straight because when the vision in blue turned and sashayed towards him, it was definitely a boy. Man. Male. Slender yes, and with hair a little longer than was the norm, but there was a square jaw with a shadow of stubble, and a heavier brow above those very dark eyes that Sil couldn’t help but notice were fringed with very long eyelashes.
Which left him with some confusing feelings as to just having given it..him such a blatant once over, and which more disturbingly was now being given back to him in return. Silanos blinked sleepy blue eyes at the other and tried to think of how he might extricate himself from this situation.
“Uhh” Was the extent of the Valaoritis lord’s eloquence as the man crossed the distance between them and then inexplicably put his hands on Silanos’ shoulders and drew them closer than what was altogether proper. He would find some resistance there as Sil gathered his wits back to him and stared at the other, a growing sense of indignation threading through the embarrassment that turned the tips of his ears pink.
“Fuck no. You look a lot more..feminine from the back.” He finally managed to choke out. Sil lifted an arm to push one of the man’s hands away, taking a half a step back and glancing around as if to check for witnesses to that little misunderstanding. He slipped deftly out from under the other hand and narrowed his gaze.
“You’re...Mihail right? Thanasi?”
That was really fucking awkward. Silanos knew enough to know that his brother had an antagonistic relationship with this dark-haired, strangely effeminate man, and the Thanasi were of course, not to be trusted. Tim would have a fucking field day if he heard about this, and this man still standing a touch too close was known to be a gossip. He gave a shake of his head, scrubbed a hand over his face. He needed to sleep, and not be stumbling around accidentally chatting up Mihail of Thanasi. He was backing away, step by step, squinting into the sunlight and wishing that he had drunk enough to knock him out for a couple of hours instead of being awake for this little encounter.
“Look, let's just forget this happened. My head is killing me, it's really fucking bright out here. You can just trot off and do whatever you were doing and I can go and die in a dark corner and pretend that I didn’t just give you a once over. Deal? Good”.
Fucking.Gods. Zeus was having a joke
Silanos decided he must have had more wine than he thought, or maybe he was just so tired that he wasn’t seeing straight because when the vision in blue turned and sashayed towards him, it was definitely a boy. Man. Male. Slender yes, and with hair a little longer than was the norm, but there was a square jaw with a shadow of stubble, and a heavier brow above those very dark eyes that Sil couldn’t help but notice were fringed with very long eyelashes.
Which left him with some confusing feelings as to just having given it..him such a blatant once over, and which more disturbingly was now being given back to him in return. Silanos blinked sleepy blue eyes at the other and tried to think of how he might extricate himself from this situation.
“Uhh” Was the extent of the Valaoritis lord’s eloquence as the man crossed the distance between them and then inexplicably put his hands on Silanos’ shoulders and drew them closer than what was altogether proper. He would find some resistance there as Sil gathered his wits back to him and stared at the other, a growing sense of indignation threading through the embarrassment that turned the tips of his ears pink.
“Fuck no. You look a lot more..feminine from the back.” He finally managed to choke out. Sil lifted an arm to push one of the man’s hands away, taking a half a step back and glancing around as if to check for witnesses to that little misunderstanding. He slipped deftly out from under the other hand and narrowed his gaze.
“You’re...Mihail right? Thanasi?”
That was really fucking awkward. Silanos knew enough to know that his brother had an antagonistic relationship with this dark-haired, strangely effeminate man, and the Thanasi were of course, not to be trusted. Tim would have a fucking field day if he heard about this, and this man still standing a touch too close was known to be a gossip. He gave a shake of his head, scrubbed a hand over his face. He needed to sleep, and not be stumbling around accidentally chatting up Mihail of Thanasi. He was backing away, step by step, squinting into the sunlight and wishing that he had drunk enough to knock him out for a couple of hours instead of being awake for this little encounter.
“Look, let's just forget this happened. My head is killing me, it's really fucking bright out here. You can just trot off and do whatever you were doing and I can go and die in a dark corner and pretend that I didn’t just give you a once over. Deal? Good”.
It was not often that men seemed to fall for Mihail's looks without realising that he was very much male. Usually, those who were initially fooled would realise quite quickly that there was a thin layer of stubble over his chin, or that his voice was substantially more profound than was typical for a woman, and then their minds would change, and they would mutter an awkward apology, and turn away from the Thanasi with a newfound lack of interest. Every so often, however, they might take it far enough that the pair would end up in bed together before a realisation was made, and even more rarely, they would not care, and the relationship would continue delightfully.
This did not seem as if it were the latter situation.
His 'uh' did little to enthuse Mihail, but it was the way his ears tinged pink which truly clued him into the adverse reaction before he even spoke or attempted to escape the shorter man's loose hold. He put up no fight, allowing the other to slip out from under his hands, and resting them back on his hips, expression curved into one which implied obvious disappointment, lower lip jutting out as if thoroughly offended. In truth, he usually would have thought the comment rude, but his current interlocutor was attractive enough that he was willing to let it pass in exchange for a little conversation.
"Thank you," he began, decided to disregard the first comment, feeling somewhat pleased that he had been thought of as sufficiently womanly. Father would never have considered it a compliment, and would likely have significantly been ashamed to hear his youngest son had been addressed in such a way, but Mihail barely cared. At the mention of his name, he nodded, stretching out a hand in his cutely feminine manner, waiting for the man to plant a kiss upon it as he might have had he still thought the Thanasi was a girl. "Lord Mihail of Thanasi, but, if you wish, you may call me Lady." He added the second phrase in a joking tone, though his words were thoroughly serious. He did not mind the more feminine title most of the time, save for when Dysius used it against him.
Mihail was not sure if he, in turn, recognised the man who still stood before him, although there was a semblance of familiarity about his youthful looks, as if he knew some relative of his, though he had made no effort to introduce himself, only ranted about the awkwardness of the situation. "Dear, you need not be ashamed; you're not the first who's made such an error. Why don't you tell me your name and we can start again, hm? I apologise for any misunderstandings."
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It was not often that men seemed to fall for Mihail's looks without realising that he was very much male. Usually, those who were initially fooled would realise quite quickly that there was a thin layer of stubble over his chin, or that his voice was substantially more profound than was typical for a woman, and then their minds would change, and they would mutter an awkward apology, and turn away from the Thanasi with a newfound lack of interest. Every so often, however, they might take it far enough that the pair would end up in bed together before a realisation was made, and even more rarely, they would not care, and the relationship would continue delightfully.
This did not seem as if it were the latter situation.
His 'uh' did little to enthuse Mihail, but it was the way his ears tinged pink which truly clued him into the adverse reaction before he even spoke or attempted to escape the shorter man's loose hold. He put up no fight, allowing the other to slip out from under his hands, and resting them back on his hips, expression curved into one which implied obvious disappointment, lower lip jutting out as if thoroughly offended. In truth, he usually would have thought the comment rude, but his current interlocutor was attractive enough that he was willing to let it pass in exchange for a little conversation.
"Thank you," he began, decided to disregard the first comment, feeling somewhat pleased that he had been thought of as sufficiently womanly. Father would never have considered it a compliment, and would likely have significantly been ashamed to hear his youngest son had been addressed in such a way, but Mihail barely cared. At the mention of his name, he nodded, stretching out a hand in his cutely feminine manner, waiting for the man to plant a kiss upon it as he might have had he still thought the Thanasi was a girl. "Lord Mihail of Thanasi, but, if you wish, you may call me Lady." He added the second phrase in a joking tone, though his words were thoroughly serious. He did not mind the more feminine title most of the time, save for when Dysius used it against him.
Mihail was not sure if he, in turn, recognised the man who still stood before him, although there was a semblance of familiarity about his youthful looks, as if he knew some relative of his, though he had made no effort to introduce himself, only ranted about the awkwardness of the situation. "Dear, you need not be ashamed; you're not the first who's made such an error. Why don't you tell me your name and we can start again, hm? I apologise for any misunderstandings."
It was not often that men seemed to fall for Mihail's looks without realising that he was very much male. Usually, those who were initially fooled would realise quite quickly that there was a thin layer of stubble over his chin, or that his voice was substantially more profound than was typical for a woman, and then their minds would change, and they would mutter an awkward apology, and turn away from the Thanasi with a newfound lack of interest. Every so often, however, they might take it far enough that the pair would end up in bed together before a realisation was made, and even more rarely, they would not care, and the relationship would continue delightfully.
This did not seem as if it were the latter situation.
His 'uh' did little to enthuse Mihail, but it was the way his ears tinged pink which truly clued him into the adverse reaction before he even spoke or attempted to escape the shorter man's loose hold. He put up no fight, allowing the other to slip out from under his hands, and resting them back on his hips, expression curved into one which implied obvious disappointment, lower lip jutting out as if thoroughly offended. In truth, he usually would have thought the comment rude, but his current interlocutor was attractive enough that he was willing to let it pass in exchange for a little conversation.
"Thank you," he began, decided to disregard the first comment, feeling somewhat pleased that he had been thought of as sufficiently womanly. Father would never have considered it a compliment, and would likely have significantly been ashamed to hear his youngest son had been addressed in such a way, but Mihail barely cared. At the mention of his name, he nodded, stretching out a hand in his cutely feminine manner, waiting for the man to plant a kiss upon it as he might have had he still thought the Thanasi was a girl. "Lord Mihail of Thanasi, but, if you wish, you may call me Lady." He added the second phrase in a joking tone, though his words were thoroughly serious. He did not mind the more feminine title most of the time, save for when Dysius used it against him.
Mihail was not sure if he, in turn, recognised the man who still stood before him, although there was a semblance of familiarity about his youthful looks, as if he knew some relative of his, though he had made no effort to introduce himself, only ranted about the awkwardness of the situation. "Dear, you need not be ashamed; you're not the first who's made such an error. Why don't you tell me your name and we can start again, hm? I apologise for any misunderstandings."
Mihail’s hand hovered between the two men for a moment, Silanos staring at it as if he was not quite sure what to do. Was he being mocked? He frowned a moment and tried to decide if he was bothered enough to address it. Not, he decided, before lifting a brow and grasping the Lord’s arm in a greeting somewhat more appropriate.
“Well met, my Lord” he drawled in reply, eyeing the Thanasi Lord in an entirely different fashion now. There was...tension between the Kotas and the other royal house that meant Silanos had always given them a wide berth. Not to mention the disparaging things he'd heard his brother speak of this one in particular. But Sil rather preferred to make his own mind up, and as of right now, his hazy thoughts were curious in nature.
Blinking at the Dear that the other employed, the Valaoritis Lord had decided that the man was playacting for his benefit because no one could be so...girly. Could they? He looked vaguely pizzled still as he offered his own name.
“Silanos..of Valaoritis”
He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised that his face wasn’t known, he’d been away a couple of years and not in Midas a whole lot before then. “ You know my brother I think”. And there was more than a passing resemblance between the two remaining Valaoritis men, even though Sil liked to think himself the better looking of them. The Thanasi Lord was of an age with Timaeus if he remembered right. Whilst now it was easy enough for Sil to place the man’s face, he could hardly claim to have any kind of relationship with Lord Mihail. He tilted his head a little. And then because he was still confused, and a little drunk, just blurted out.
“Do you mean to look like a woman? On purpose?”
Because even though now it was quite clear that Mihail was of the masculine persuasion, his manner of dress and adornment was definitely suggestive of a flamboyance usually reserved for ladies. And he had been taken in and now this Lord implied it was not the first time. Sil didn’t understand.
So maybe the Thanasi liked male lovers, that wasn’t so unusual. But those male lovers must like..other men. Not women? It was too baffling a thought trail for his hungover self though and so Silanos gave it up, squinting again at the glaring sun and wishing his stomach didn’t feel so uneasy. Whatever wine he’d bought at the whore house had been more like pickling liquor he reckoned. The Valaoritis Lord turned his head to glance toward the springs, trying to judge if a dip would make him feel better or worse. His indecision was quite clear upon his face. “I think I’m gonna…” the jerk of his head towards the springs was a bad idea, sending a bolt of pain behind his eyes and Sil grimaced. “Can’t decide if death by drowning would be preferable to this fucking headache”
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Mihail’s hand hovered between the two men for a moment, Silanos staring at it as if he was not quite sure what to do. Was he being mocked? He frowned a moment and tried to decide if he was bothered enough to address it. Not, he decided, before lifting a brow and grasping the Lord’s arm in a greeting somewhat more appropriate.
“Well met, my Lord” he drawled in reply, eyeing the Thanasi Lord in an entirely different fashion now. There was...tension between the Kotas and the other royal house that meant Silanos had always given them a wide berth. Not to mention the disparaging things he'd heard his brother speak of this one in particular. But Sil rather preferred to make his own mind up, and as of right now, his hazy thoughts were curious in nature.
Blinking at the Dear that the other employed, the Valaoritis Lord had decided that the man was playacting for his benefit because no one could be so...girly. Could they? He looked vaguely pizzled still as he offered his own name.
“Silanos..of Valaoritis”
He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised that his face wasn’t known, he’d been away a couple of years and not in Midas a whole lot before then. “ You know my brother I think”. And there was more than a passing resemblance between the two remaining Valaoritis men, even though Sil liked to think himself the better looking of them. The Thanasi Lord was of an age with Timaeus if he remembered right. Whilst now it was easy enough for Sil to place the man’s face, he could hardly claim to have any kind of relationship with Lord Mihail. He tilted his head a little. And then because he was still confused, and a little drunk, just blurted out.
“Do you mean to look like a woman? On purpose?”
Because even though now it was quite clear that Mihail was of the masculine persuasion, his manner of dress and adornment was definitely suggestive of a flamboyance usually reserved for ladies. And he had been taken in and now this Lord implied it was not the first time. Sil didn’t understand.
So maybe the Thanasi liked male lovers, that wasn’t so unusual. But those male lovers must like..other men. Not women? It was too baffling a thought trail for his hungover self though and so Silanos gave it up, squinting again at the glaring sun and wishing his stomach didn’t feel so uneasy. Whatever wine he’d bought at the whore house had been more like pickling liquor he reckoned. The Valaoritis Lord turned his head to glance toward the springs, trying to judge if a dip would make him feel better or worse. His indecision was quite clear upon his face. “I think I’m gonna…” the jerk of his head towards the springs was a bad idea, sending a bolt of pain behind his eyes and Sil grimaced. “Can’t decide if death by drowning would be preferable to this fucking headache”
Mihail’s hand hovered between the two men for a moment, Silanos staring at it as if he was not quite sure what to do. Was he being mocked? He frowned a moment and tried to decide if he was bothered enough to address it. Not, he decided, before lifting a brow and grasping the Lord’s arm in a greeting somewhat more appropriate.
“Well met, my Lord” he drawled in reply, eyeing the Thanasi Lord in an entirely different fashion now. There was...tension between the Kotas and the other royal house that meant Silanos had always given them a wide berth. Not to mention the disparaging things he'd heard his brother speak of this one in particular. But Sil rather preferred to make his own mind up, and as of right now, his hazy thoughts were curious in nature.
Blinking at the Dear that the other employed, the Valaoritis Lord had decided that the man was playacting for his benefit because no one could be so...girly. Could they? He looked vaguely pizzled still as he offered his own name.
“Silanos..of Valaoritis”
He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised that his face wasn’t known, he’d been away a couple of years and not in Midas a whole lot before then. “ You know my brother I think”. And there was more than a passing resemblance between the two remaining Valaoritis men, even though Sil liked to think himself the better looking of them. The Thanasi Lord was of an age with Timaeus if he remembered right. Whilst now it was easy enough for Sil to place the man’s face, he could hardly claim to have any kind of relationship with Lord Mihail. He tilted his head a little. And then because he was still confused, and a little drunk, just blurted out.
“Do you mean to look like a woman? On purpose?”
Because even though now it was quite clear that Mihail was of the masculine persuasion, his manner of dress and adornment was definitely suggestive of a flamboyance usually reserved for ladies. And he had been taken in and now this Lord implied it was not the first time. Sil didn’t understand.
So maybe the Thanasi liked male lovers, that wasn’t so unusual. But those male lovers must like..other men. Not women? It was too baffling a thought trail for his hungover self though and so Silanos gave it up, squinting again at the glaring sun and wishing his stomach didn’t feel so uneasy. Whatever wine he’d bought at the whore house had been more like pickling liquor he reckoned. The Valaoritis Lord turned his head to glance toward the springs, trying to judge if a dip would make him feel better or worse. His indecision was quite clear upon his face. “I think I’m gonna…” the jerk of his head towards the springs was a bad idea, sending a bolt of pain behind his eyes and Sil grimaced. “Can’t decide if death by drowning would be preferable to this fucking headache”
Valaoritis, yes. Mihail knew this man's elder brother (at least, he imagined Timaeus was the older of the pair, for Silanos had less roughness about his face), and there was little love lost between them. Where Timaeus was coarse and athletic, Mihail thought himself more refined and better suited to the intricacies of court life. The pair had - thankfully - not been forced into unwanted interactions in several years, but there were still irritable glances cast mercilessly across the court at the worst of times, and the youngest Thanasi would have been hard-pressed to think of the other as anything but an enemy. Still, Silanos of Valaoritis was pretty, and perhaps late was better than never to form some interfamilial friendship. "Your brother, yes. He is a little boorish for my taste, but we are - perhaps, unfortunately - well-acquainted."
It was a common enough question. Mihail could not remember the first time he had been asked, and he did not imagine this would be anywhere close to the last. He did not mind, raising a hand to flick stray strands of his hair behind his shoulder and smirking with amusement. "It suits me better. There are moments when I feel less a man and more a woman, and vice versa." This seemed the most basic concept in the world to Mihail, but most appeared to struggle to grasp the idea, as if they could not comprehend something so different to the generic. "Thus, I prefer to dress as suits my feelings, and today I felt rather more ladylike than not. It is uncomfortable to feign being another." It was true he often used the apparent femininity of his appearance to draw in those men who might otherwise struggle to admit they desired the touch of another man, but there was a more genuine reason behind the choice.
At the mention of a headache, Mihail could not help but tilt his own head to one side, unsure whether the claimed discomfort had been caused by confusion over his state of dress or otherwise. He had spent a thousand mornings hidden in his chambers, the curtains pulled shut to prevent the entry of light, and any servants who visited the rooms shouted away, his head burning with delayed suffering from the previous night's dalliances. Thea had always prepared the most elaborate concoctions to cure him, and, although their taste was barely palatable, they were more often than not, successful. Besides, Mihail had almost drowned once, and he knew for sure that the experience was not a pleasant one.
"Darling," he repeated, despite the title not having gone down so well the first time. "If your head pains you, then my sister provides the most wonderful cures. She has saved me innumerable times in the past. I can help, though let me assure you, I know the agony of drowning, and it is far from desirable." He might have reached to place a reassuring hand on the younger man's shoulder, but assumed he was against such displays of kindness between men. "If you should like, I can help you. Suffering is unnecessary, and I am always of the mind that if there is an opportunity for pleasure, then it should be grasped, no?"
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Valaoritis, yes. Mihail knew this man's elder brother (at least, he imagined Timaeus was the older of the pair, for Silanos had less roughness about his face), and there was little love lost between them. Where Timaeus was coarse and athletic, Mihail thought himself more refined and better suited to the intricacies of court life. The pair had - thankfully - not been forced into unwanted interactions in several years, but there were still irritable glances cast mercilessly across the court at the worst of times, and the youngest Thanasi would have been hard-pressed to think of the other as anything but an enemy. Still, Silanos of Valaoritis was pretty, and perhaps late was better than never to form some interfamilial friendship. "Your brother, yes. He is a little boorish for my taste, but we are - perhaps, unfortunately - well-acquainted."
It was a common enough question. Mihail could not remember the first time he had been asked, and he did not imagine this would be anywhere close to the last. He did not mind, raising a hand to flick stray strands of his hair behind his shoulder and smirking with amusement. "It suits me better. There are moments when I feel less a man and more a woman, and vice versa." This seemed the most basic concept in the world to Mihail, but most appeared to struggle to grasp the idea, as if they could not comprehend something so different to the generic. "Thus, I prefer to dress as suits my feelings, and today I felt rather more ladylike than not. It is uncomfortable to feign being another." It was true he often used the apparent femininity of his appearance to draw in those men who might otherwise struggle to admit they desired the touch of another man, but there was a more genuine reason behind the choice.
At the mention of a headache, Mihail could not help but tilt his own head to one side, unsure whether the claimed discomfort had been caused by confusion over his state of dress or otherwise. He had spent a thousand mornings hidden in his chambers, the curtains pulled shut to prevent the entry of light, and any servants who visited the rooms shouted away, his head burning with delayed suffering from the previous night's dalliances. Thea had always prepared the most elaborate concoctions to cure him, and, although their taste was barely palatable, they were more often than not, successful. Besides, Mihail had almost drowned once, and he knew for sure that the experience was not a pleasant one.
"Darling," he repeated, despite the title not having gone down so well the first time. "If your head pains you, then my sister provides the most wonderful cures. She has saved me innumerable times in the past. I can help, though let me assure you, I know the agony of drowning, and it is far from desirable." He might have reached to place a reassuring hand on the younger man's shoulder, but assumed he was against such displays of kindness between men. "If you should like, I can help you. Suffering is unnecessary, and I am always of the mind that if there is an opportunity for pleasure, then it should be grasped, no?"
Valaoritis, yes. Mihail knew this man's elder brother (at least, he imagined Timaeus was the older of the pair, for Silanos had less roughness about his face), and there was little love lost between them. Where Timaeus was coarse and athletic, Mihail thought himself more refined and better suited to the intricacies of court life. The pair had - thankfully - not been forced into unwanted interactions in several years, but there were still irritable glances cast mercilessly across the court at the worst of times, and the youngest Thanasi would have been hard-pressed to think of the other as anything but an enemy. Still, Silanos of Valaoritis was pretty, and perhaps late was better than never to form some interfamilial friendship. "Your brother, yes. He is a little boorish for my taste, but we are - perhaps, unfortunately - well-acquainted."
It was a common enough question. Mihail could not remember the first time he had been asked, and he did not imagine this would be anywhere close to the last. He did not mind, raising a hand to flick stray strands of his hair behind his shoulder and smirking with amusement. "It suits me better. There are moments when I feel less a man and more a woman, and vice versa." This seemed the most basic concept in the world to Mihail, but most appeared to struggle to grasp the idea, as if they could not comprehend something so different to the generic. "Thus, I prefer to dress as suits my feelings, and today I felt rather more ladylike than not. It is uncomfortable to feign being another." It was true he often used the apparent femininity of his appearance to draw in those men who might otherwise struggle to admit they desired the touch of another man, but there was a more genuine reason behind the choice.
At the mention of a headache, Mihail could not help but tilt his own head to one side, unsure whether the claimed discomfort had been caused by confusion over his state of dress or otherwise. He had spent a thousand mornings hidden in his chambers, the curtains pulled shut to prevent the entry of light, and any servants who visited the rooms shouted away, his head burning with delayed suffering from the previous night's dalliances. Thea had always prepared the most elaborate concoctions to cure him, and, although their taste was barely palatable, they were more often than not, successful. Besides, Mihail had almost drowned once, and he knew for sure that the experience was not a pleasant one.
"Darling," he repeated, despite the title not having gone down so well the first time. "If your head pains you, then my sister provides the most wonderful cures. She has saved me innumerable times in the past. I can help, though let me assure you, I know the agony of drowning, and it is far from desirable." He might have reached to place a reassuring hand on the younger man's shoulder, but assumed he was against such displays of kindness between men. "If you should like, I can help you. Suffering is unnecessary, and I am always of the mind that if there is an opportunity for pleasure, then it should be grasped, no?"
It wasn’t a stretch to imagine why his brother might not have found a natural camaraderie with the unusual fellow before him. But then Silanos was very different from his elder sibling, so he wasn’t necessarily going to assume the same pattern would follow. It looked like the Thanasi Lord held a similarly low opinion of Timaeus anyway, given the way his expression distorted and the distaste Sil thought he could detect in the others tone. He lifted a brow at the other’s assessment of his brother, thought it was not how he might have chosen to describe Tim but hardly bothered enough to argue.
“Boorish? I’m sure he’d be outraged to hear such a slur. Thankfully, I don’t much give a shit right now" he muttered, waving away any notion that such bad feeling would carry across. Silanos blinked owlishly at Mihail when the lord went on to explain his interesting sartorial choices. “Right. I see. Dressing to suit your feelings.”
Silanos was more of a…dressing in a hurry kind of guy. Whether it was because he was half-asleep and late for something, or making an escape from a tryst that he didn’t want to roll into those awkward morning goodbyes, it was a rarity for him to spend much time on his appearance. Right then, he looked more sleep rumpled than anything. And yes, maybe a little confused, but the pounding in his head could not be attributed to that. It was distracting that he couldn’t even find the energy to correct the drawn out endearment that the other man employed. He was too busy deciding if he wanted to be sick or not.
Mention of a cure had his expression brighten with something akin to hope. Because freedom from feeling like he did right then would be worth more than gold. “If you can get rid of this headache, then I’ll adore you forever” Silanos replied dryly “I would very much like to not want to claw my own eyes out of my head.”
Indeed he thought if such a cure existed then it was beyond churlish for a person to keep it to themselves. Why not free all revellers from the sad and pitiful consequences of their over indulgences? Life would be much more enjoyable if one could avoid the grim reality of too much wine. And other things. Silanos was not about to sabotage his own opportunity to benefit from said cure though, if it was real, so he kept his thoughts on that quiet. But then he squinted at the other lord for a moment because perhaps it was too good to be true and he didn’t want to stumble into anything…controversial. He wasn’t sure where pleasure came in to it.
“Hold on. What are you grasping though? Lets just be upfront about this, there will be no grasping. Otherwise, count me in. For the rest.”
He hadn’t been too attached to the idea of the hot springs, the whole point of it had been to try and make himself feel better, and if this Mihail of Thanasi was promising such a thing then it seemed pretty simple a choice to make. Although…“Your sister huh?” Silanos asked. “Which one?” Because Nethis of Thanasi was kind of scary, in an attractive way, but Sil definitely was not at his best, and he had a feeling that one would want to be before setting foot near that woman. He considered a moment, decided that actually, there wasn’t one of the Thanasi sisters that could be deemed unattractive. Maybe his day was looking up.
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It wasn’t a stretch to imagine why his brother might not have found a natural camaraderie with the unusual fellow before him. But then Silanos was very different from his elder sibling, so he wasn’t necessarily going to assume the same pattern would follow. It looked like the Thanasi Lord held a similarly low opinion of Timaeus anyway, given the way his expression distorted and the distaste Sil thought he could detect in the others tone. He lifted a brow at the other’s assessment of his brother, thought it was not how he might have chosen to describe Tim but hardly bothered enough to argue.
“Boorish? I’m sure he’d be outraged to hear such a slur. Thankfully, I don’t much give a shit right now" he muttered, waving away any notion that such bad feeling would carry across. Silanos blinked owlishly at Mihail when the lord went on to explain his interesting sartorial choices. “Right. I see. Dressing to suit your feelings.”
Silanos was more of a…dressing in a hurry kind of guy. Whether it was because he was half-asleep and late for something, or making an escape from a tryst that he didn’t want to roll into those awkward morning goodbyes, it was a rarity for him to spend much time on his appearance. Right then, he looked more sleep rumpled than anything. And yes, maybe a little confused, but the pounding in his head could not be attributed to that. It was distracting that he couldn’t even find the energy to correct the drawn out endearment that the other man employed. He was too busy deciding if he wanted to be sick or not.
Mention of a cure had his expression brighten with something akin to hope. Because freedom from feeling like he did right then would be worth more than gold. “If you can get rid of this headache, then I’ll adore you forever” Silanos replied dryly “I would very much like to not want to claw my own eyes out of my head.”
Indeed he thought if such a cure existed then it was beyond churlish for a person to keep it to themselves. Why not free all revellers from the sad and pitiful consequences of their over indulgences? Life would be much more enjoyable if one could avoid the grim reality of too much wine. And other things. Silanos was not about to sabotage his own opportunity to benefit from said cure though, if it was real, so he kept his thoughts on that quiet. But then he squinted at the other lord for a moment because perhaps it was too good to be true and he didn’t want to stumble into anything…controversial. He wasn’t sure where pleasure came in to it.
“Hold on. What are you grasping though? Lets just be upfront about this, there will be no grasping. Otherwise, count me in. For the rest.”
He hadn’t been too attached to the idea of the hot springs, the whole point of it had been to try and make himself feel better, and if this Mihail of Thanasi was promising such a thing then it seemed pretty simple a choice to make. Although…“Your sister huh?” Silanos asked. “Which one?” Because Nethis of Thanasi was kind of scary, in an attractive way, but Sil definitely was not at his best, and he had a feeling that one would want to be before setting foot near that woman. He considered a moment, decided that actually, there wasn’t one of the Thanasi sisters that could be deemed unattractive. Maybe his day was looking up.
It wasn’t a stretch to imagine why his brother might not have found a natural camaraderie with the unusual fellow before him. But then Silanos was very different from his elder sibling, so he wasn’t necessarily going to assume the same pattern would follow. It looked like the Thanasi Lord held a similarly low opinion of Timaeus anyway, given the way his expression distorted and the distaste Sil thought he could detect in the others tone. He lifted a brow at the other’s assessment of his brother, thought it was not how he might have chosen to describe Tim but hardly bothered enough to argue.
“Boorish? I’m sure he’d be outraged to hear such a slur. Thankfully, I don’t much give a shit right now" he muttered, waving away any notion that such bad feeling would carry across. Silanos blinked owlishly at Mihail when the lord went on to explain his interesting sartorial choices. “Right. I see. Dressing to suit your feelings.”
Silanos was more of a…dressing in a hurry kind of guy. Whether it was because he was half-asleep and late for something, or making an escape from a tryst that he didn’t want to roll into those awkward morning goodbyes, it was a rarity for him to spend much time on his appearance. Right then, he looked more sleep rumpled than anything. And yes, maybe a little confused, but the pounding in his head could not be attributed to that. It was distracting that he couldn’t even find the energy to correct the drawn out endearment that the other man employed. He was too busy deciding if he wanted to be sick or not.
Mention of a cure had his expression brighten with something akin to hope. Because freedom from feeling like he did right then would be worth more than gold. “If you can get rid of this headache, then I’ll adore you forever” Silanos replied dryly “I would very much like to not want to claw my own eyes out of my head.”
Indeed he thought if such a cure existed then it was beyond churlish for a person to keep it to themselves. Why not free all revellers from the sad and pitiful consequences of their over indulgences? Life would be much more enjoyable if one could avoid the grim reality of too much wine. And other things. Silanos was not about to sabotage his own opportunity to benefit from said cure though, if it was real, so he kept his thoughts on that quiet. But then he squinted at the other lord for a moment because perhaps it was too good to be true and he didn’t want to stumble into anything…controversial. He wasn’t sure where pleasure came in to it.
“Hold on. What are you grasping though? Lets just be upfront about this, there will be no grasping. Otherwise, count me in. For the rest.”
He hadn’t been too attached to the idea of the hot springs, the whole point of it had been to try and make himself feel better, and if this Mihail of Thanasi was promising such a thing then it seemed pretty simple a choice to make. Although…“Your sister huh?” Silanos asked. “Which one?” Because Nethis of Thanasi was kind of scary, in an attractive way, but Sil definitely was not at his best, and he had a feeling that one would want to be before setting foot near that woman. He considered a moment, decided that actually, there wasn’t one of the Thanasi sisters that could be deemed unattractive. Maybe his day was looking up.
Hm. Mihail did not come across many who were so willingly accepting of his explanations as to his style of dress, or less than masculine feelings, or any of that sort, and he was pleasantly relieved to find that Silanos did not immediately tell him such matters were idiotic. Either he did not seem to find it as strange as most, or he was not in a state to comprehend the subject in its entirety (and, judging by his appearance, Mihail assumed the latter). But he would not argue when comprehension was claimed, instead choosing to smile with some degree of honesty, somewhat glad that he was not going to have to explain things further.
"As I said, my sister should most certainly have a cure. There have been many times when I thought I might die from the pains too indulgent a drink brought on, and she knew exactly what to do." More than that, in truth. Thea had saved him in those moments when he had gone further than he should, and he owed her quite the debt. Of course, she had no such obligation to do the same for Silanos, but even if she refused to provide him with any help, Mihail had his own small collection of potions which would hopefully prove useful. "It does take a short while for the effects to work, but I have found it to be thoroughly reliable thus far, of that I can assure you."
Mihail began to walk his newfound companion away from the baths, somewhat glad that, although this had not gone entirely as he had hoped when they had started to speak, he was still technically getting the man back to his home. There was always a faint hope to be had that, perhaps with a clearer head, Silanos would want to partake in something more interesting than light conversation (although it was doubtful). Still, his jovial mood did not dampen as he walked, shaking his head at the idea that he might make a move to grasp anything. Mihail may well have been impulsive and prone to tricking others with his flirtations, but he never took things as far as was implied. He was, perhaps surprisingly, relatively considerate of the wants of others.
"I have no intentions of grasping anything. You are, mm, exquisite to look at, but, alas, you have no love for me, and I cannot do a thing with that. My sister Thea, however," he decided he might as well answer the younger lord's query in the same breath, for simplicity's sake, "perhaps you shall get on better with her." Unless, of course, Silanos was of that Valaoritis mindset which automatically considered every Thanasi woman a witch, in which case there was little Mihail could do. He chose to voice this possible concern, although neglected to word it as explicitly as he could have.
"Are you not afraid to take medical advice from one of the ladies of my family?"
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Hm. Mihail did not come across many who were so willingly accepting of his explanations as to his style of dress, or less than masculine feelings, or any of that sort, and he was pleasantly relieved to find that Silanos did not immediately tell him such matters were idiotic. Either he did not seem to find it as strange as most, or he was not in a state to comprehend the subject in its entirety (and, judging by his appearance, Mihail assumed the latter). But he would not argue when comprehension was claimed, instead choosing to smile with some degree of honesty, somewhat glad that he was not going to have to explain things further.
"As I said, my sister should most certainly have a cure. There have been many times when I thought I might die from the pains too indulgent a drink brought on, and she knew exactly what to do." More than that, in truth. Thea had saved him in those moments when he had gone further than he should, and he owed her quite the debt. Of course, she had no such obligation to do the same for Silanos, but even if she refused to provide him with any help, Mihail had his own small collection of potions which would hopefully prove useful. "It does take a short while for the effects to work, but I have found it to be thoroughly reliable thus far, of that I can assure you."
Mihail began to walk his newfound companion away from the baths, somewhat glad that, although this had not gone entirely as he had hoped when they had started to speak, he was still technically getting the man back to his home. There was always a faint hope to be had that, perhaps with a clearer head, Silanos would want to partake in something more interesting than light conversation (although it was doubtful). Still, his jovial mood did not dampen as he walked, shaking his head at the idea that he might make a move to grasp anything. Mihail may well have been impulsive and prone to tricking others with his flirtations, but he never took things as far as was implied. He was, perhaps surprisingly, relatively considerate of the wants of others.
"I have no intentions of grasping anything. You are, mm, exquisite to look at, but, alas, you have no love for me, and I cannot do a thing with that. My sister Thea, however," he decided he might as well answer the younger lord's query in the same breath, for simplicity's sake, "perhaps you shall get on better with her." Unless, of course, Silanos was of that Valaoritis mindset which automatically considered every Thanasi woman a witch, in which case there was little Mihail could do. He chose to voice this possible concern, although neglected to word it as explicitly as he could have.
"Are you not afraid to take medical advice from one of the ladies of my family?"
Hm. Mihail did not come across many who were so willingly accepting of his explanations as to his style of dress, or less than masculine feelings, or any of that sort, and he was pleasantly relieved to find that Silanos did not immediately tell him such matters were idiotic. Either he did not seem to find it as strange as most, or he was not in a state to comprehend the subject in its entirety (and, judging by his appearance, Mihail assumed the latter). But he would not argue when comprehension was claimed, instead choosing to smile with some degree of honesty, somewhat glad that he was not going to have to explain things further.
"As I said, my sister should most certainly have a cure. There have been many times when I thought I might die from the pains too indulgent a drink brought on, and she knew exactly what to do." More than that, in truth. Thea had saved him in those moments when he had gone further than he should, and he owed her quite the debt. Of course, she had no such obligation to do the same for Silanos, but even if she refused to provide him with any help, Mihail had his own small collection of potions which would hopefully prove useful. "It does take a short while for the effects to work, but I have found it to be thoroughly reliable thus far, of that I can assure you."
Mihail began to walk his newfound companion away from the baths, somewhat glad that, although this had not gone entirely as he had hoped when they had started to speak, he was still technically getting the man back to his home. There was always a faint hope to be had that, perhaps with a clearer head, Silanos would want to partake in something more interesting than light conversation (although it was doubtful). Still, his jovial mood did not dampen as he walked, shaking his head at the idea that he might make a move to grasp anything. Mihail may well have been impulsive and prone to tricking others with his flirtations, but he never took things as far as was implied. He was, perhaps surprisingly, relatively considerate of the wants of others.
"I have no intentions of grasping anything. You are, mm, exquisite to look at, but, alas, you have no love for me, and I cannot do a thing with that. My sister Thea, however," he decided he might as well answer the younger lord's query in the same breath, for simplicity's sake, "perhaps you shall get on better with her." Unless, of course, Silanos was of that Valaoritis mindset which automatically considered every Thanasi woman a witch, in which case there was little Mihail could do. He chose to voice this possible concern, although neglected to word it as explicitly as he could have.
"Are you not afraid to take medical advice from one of the ladies of my family?"
Sil could not help but feel his spirits lighten at the idea of being free of the gods awful hangover he was nursing. This was why sometimes it seemed nonsensical to even reach the point of sobriety. Look at what awaited you? Much more pleasant to stay nicely tanked up and not deal with the tiny army of slaves who were currently mining in his head. He nodded and immediately regretted it.
“Then your sister is a goddess. Would that my sibling was as useful” he said. Indeed, Timaeus would be more likely to delight in his brother’s misery and come rouse him early so he could ‘do something productive’ or something equally unfun sounding. Even the notion that it was not an instantaneous cure was not enough to put the younger Valaoritis lord off. “ Honestly, my Lord, beggars cannot be choosers in such a situation. I throw myself upon the mercy of you and your sister…”
From what he could recall about the Thanasi sisters, they were all fairly easy on the eye. Dark-haired and fair skinned and definitely not bumped off the ugly tree. Maybe his day was looking up. Of course, that could all go south quickly if he did not make it absolutely clear to the interesting lord that it was not anything else that he was after, so Sil thought it wise to establish that from the get go. And to his relief the male - man didn't seem quite fitting - seemed to understand that.
“As I said, you will have my undying gratitude if you point me to a cure, Lord Mihail, even if not my love.Please, lead the way”
Even the other’s walk was feminine, Sil mused as he sideeyed his companion as they moved away from the hot springs. Too much hip action or something, he wasn’t quite sure. He was pondering it in a half-hearted fashion when the Thanasi Lord spoke up again, this time, his question bringing a momentary sense of doubt to his new friend.
“Uhh..no. Or I wasn’t. Should I be?” he turned his head to look at Mihail. “I just want rid of this fucking hangover. She isn’t going to...I don’t know, pull out my eyes to use for potions or anything is she? Because honestly, I don't see how that would help with the headache”
He was being flippant, but of course Silanos had heard whispers about the Thanasi family. If he were being honest, he thought it a bit fanciful to suggest that they could do anything untoward with herbs and potions. That kind of pharmica was the domain of gods and goddesses not mere mortals. Plus, his head really hurt. One eyebrow lifted toward Mihail as Silanos weighed the pros and cons of putting his faith in the man. “Just so you know, I’m at least a little but sure someone would ask where I was if I disappeared suddenly.”
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Sil could not help but feel his spirits lighten at the idea of being free of the gods awful hangover he was nursing. This was why sometimes it seemed nonsensical to even reach the point of sobriety. Look at what awaited you? Much more pleasant to stay nicely tanked up and not deal with the tiny army of slaves who were currently mining in his head. He nodded and immediately regretted it.
“Then your sister is a goddess. Would that my sibling was as useful” he said. Indeed, Timaeus would be more likely to delight in his brother’s misery and come rouse him early so he could ‘do something productive’ or something equally unfun sounding. Even the notion that it was not an instantaneous cure was not enough to put the younger Valaoritis lord off. “ Honestly, my Lord, beggars cannot be choosers in such a situation. I throw myself upon the mercy of you and your sister…”
From what he could recall about the Thanasi sisters, they were all fairly easy on the eye. Dark-haired and fair skinned and definitely not bumped off the ugly tree. Maybe his day was looking up. Of course, that could all go south quickly if he did not make it absolutely clear to the interesting lord that it was not anything else that he was after, so Sil thought it wise to establish that from the get go. And to his relief the male - man didn't seem quite fitting - seemed to understand that.
“As I said, you will have my undying gratitude if you point me to a cure, Lord Mihail, even if not my love.Please, lead the way”
Even the other’s walk was feminine, Sil mused as he sideeyed his companion as they moved away from the hot springs. Too much hip action or something, he wasn’t quite sure. He was pondering it in a half-hearted fashion when the Thanasi Lord spoke up again, this time, his question bringing a momentary sense of doubt to his new friend.
“Uhh..no. Or I wasn’t. Should I be?” he turned his head to look at Mihail. “I just want rid of this fucking hangover. She isn’t going to...I don’t know, pull out my eyes to use for potions or anything is she? Because honestly, I don't see how that would help with the headache”
He was being flippant, but of course Silanos had heard whispers about the Thanasi family. If he were being honest, he thought it a bit fanciful to suggest that they could do anything untoward with herbs and potions. That kind of pharmica was the domain of gods and goddesses not mere mortals. Plus, his head really hurt. One eyebrow lifted toward Mihail as Silanos weighed the pros and cons of putting his faith in the man. “Just so you know, I’m at least a little but sure someone would ask where I was if I disappeared suddenly.”
Sil could not help but feel his spirits lighten at the idea of being free of the gods awful hangover he was nursing. This was why sometimes it seemed nonsensical to even reach the point of sobriety. Look at what awaited you? Much more pleasant to stay nicely tanked up and not deal with the tiny army of slaves who were currently mining in his head. He nodded and immediately regretted it.
“Then your sister is a goddess. Would that my sibling was as useful” he said. Indeed, Timaeus would be more likely to delight in his brother’s misery and come rouse him early so he could ‘do something productive’ or something equally unfun sounding. Even the notion that it was not an instantaneous cure was not enough to put the younger Valaoritis lord off. “ Honestly, my Lord, beggars cannot be choosers in such a situation. I throw myself upon the mercy of you and your sister…”
From what he could recall about the Thanasi sisters, they were all fairly easy on the eye. Dark-haired and fair skinned and definitely not bumped off the ugly tree. Maybe his day was looking up. Of course, that could all go south quickly if he did not make it absolutely clear to the interesting lord that it was not anything else that he was after, so Sil thought it wise to establish that from the get go. And to his relief the male - man didn't seem quite fitting - seemed to understand that.
“As I said, you will have my undying gratitude if you point me to a cure, Lord Mihail, even if not my love.Please, lead the way”
Even the other’s walk was feminine, Sil mused as he sideeyed his companion as they moved away from the hot springs. Too much hip action or something, he wasn’t quite sure. He was pondering it in a half-hearted fashion when the Thanasi Lord spoke up again, this time, his question bringing a momentary sense of doubt to his new friend.
“Uhh..no. Or I wasn’t. Should I be?” he turned his head to look at Mihail. “I just want rid of this fucking hangover. She isn’t going to...I don’t know, pull out my eyes to use for potions or anything is she? Because honestly, I don't see how that would help with the headache”
He was being flippant, but of course Silanos had heard whispers about the Thanasi family. If he were being honest, he thought it a bit fanciful to suggest that they could do anything untoward with herbs and potions. That kind of pharmica was the domain of gods and goddesses not mere mortals. Plus, his head really hurt. One eyebrow lifted toward Mihail as Silanos weighed the pros and cons of putting his faith in the man. “Just so you know, I’m at least a little but sure someone would ask where I was if I disappeared suddenly.”
Thea was a goddess, Mihail supposed. All three Thanasi sisters were in his eyes, particularly during his childhood, even if not typically regarded as such by the rest of the ill-informed world. It was a fact which pained him somewhat, for he knew they were good to a degree, yet everything they did was forever to be tainted with the poisonous claims of others, and they would not even be permitted the cover of a few good deeds as a result. Nethis, perhaps, would welcome it, but Thea and Evras did not deserve the hatred. The title of 'goddess' was not an unwelcome or undeserved one.
Gratitude may not have been love, but it was enough and, besides, Mihail had no use for the latter. He did not want anything more from Silanos than a clandestine kiss or two, but having his endearing gratitude was almost akin to being owed a favour of sorts, and there was more use in that than anything else. He could not help but quirk his lips into a satisfied smile at the words, though he hid the expression from the other as they moved through the streets, instead choosing to placate the other's concerns, even if he had caused them himself.
"I doubt there would be much use in plucking out your eyes. My sister is a perfectly skilled herbalist, but she is not in the habit of preparing potions of such a horrendous sort that they would require human body parts. I only ask because most - your brother included - are under the impression that all three of my sisters are witches, and that they must have some ulterior motive in all that they do. I cannot think of many who would be willing to 'throw themselves upon our mercy', as you put it." Mihail glanced at him through the corner of his eye, not-so-subtly allowing his gaze to run over the younger man's body before he spoke again. Honestly, it was a shame that he was not more willing. Perhaps if Mihail had been one of his sisters instead of stuck as a worthless second son. "We do have some reputation when it comes to poison, but we would never be so stupid. Besides, you and I are friends, no?" It was a little presumptuous, given they had only just met, but it was always best to test the water. "My sisters would never do anything to harm one of my friends."
Perhaps talk of his sisters' unsavoury reputations was not what Silanos needed right now, however, so Mihail switched the conversation as he found a steeper pathway which led to the upper levels of the city. "Where do you live? Presumably not in those dreadful mountains of yours if you were visiting the springs, and I have not noticed you before, which is strange, as you are hardly forgettable."
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Thea was a goddess, Mihail supposed. All three Thanasi sisters were in his eyes, particularly during his childhood, even if not typically regarded as such by the rest of the ill-informed world. It was a fact which pained him somewhat, for he knew they were good to a degree, yet everything they did was forever to be tainted with the poisonous claims of others, and they would not even be permitted the cover of a few good deeds as a result. Nethis, perhaps, would welcome it, but Thea and Evras did not deserve the hatred. The title of 'goddess' was not an unwelcome or undeserved one.
Gratitude may not have been love, but it was enough and, besides, Mihail had no use for the latter. He did not want anything more from Silanos than a clandestine kiss or two, but having his endearing gratitude was almost akin to being owed a favour of sorts, and there was more use in that than anything else. He could not help but quirk his lips into a satisfied smile at the words, though he hid the expression from the other as they moved through the streets, instead choosing to placate the other's concerns, even if he had caused them himself.
"I doubt there would be much use in plucking out your eyes. My sister is a perfectly skilled herbalist, but she is not in the habit of preparing potions of such a horrendous sort that they would require human body parts. I only ask because most - your brother included - are under the impression that all three of my sisters are witches, and that they must have some ulterior motive in all that they do. I cannot think of many who would be willing to 'throw themselves upon our mercy', as you put it." Mihail glanced at him through the corner of his eye, not-so-subtly allowing his gaze to run over the younger man's body before he spoke again. Honestly, it was a shame that he was not more willing. Perhaps if Mihail had been one of his sisters instead of stuck as a worthless second son. "We do have some reputation when it comes to poison, but we would never be so stupid. Besides, you and I are friends, no?" It was a little presumptuous, given they had only just met, but it was always best to test the water. "My sisters would never do anything to harm one of my friends."
Perhaps talk of his sisters' unsavoury reputations was not what Silanos needed right now, however, so Mihail switched the conversation as he found a steeper pathway which led to the upper levels of the city. "Where do you live? Presumably not in those dreadful mountains of yours if you were visiting the springs, and I have not noticed you before, which is strange, as you are hardly forgettable."
Thea was a goddess, Mihail supposed. All three Thanasi sisters were in his eyes, particularly during his childhood, even if not typically regarded as such by the rest of the ill-informed world. It was a fact which pained him somewhat, for he knew they were good to a degree, yet everything they did was forever to be tainted with the poisonous claims of others, and they would not even be permitted the cover of a few good deeds as a result. Nethis, perhaps, would welcome it, but Thea and Evras did not deserve the hatred. The title of 'goddess' was not an unwelcome or undeserved one.
Gratitude may not have been love, but it was enough and, besides, Mihail had no use for the latter. He did not want anything more from Silanos than a clandestine kiss or two, but having his endearing gratitude was almost akin to being owed a favour of sorts, and there was more use in that than anything else. He could not help but quirk his lips into a satisfied smile at the words, though he hid the expression from the other as they moved through the streets, instead choosing to placate the other's concerns, even if he had caused them himself.
"I doubt there would be much use in plucking out your eyes. My sister is a perfectly skilled herbalist, but she is not in the habit of preparing potions of such a horrendous sort that they would require human body parts. I only ask because most - your brother included - are under the impression that all three of my sisters are witches, and that they must have some ulterior motive in all that they do. I cannot think of many who would be willing to 'throw themselves upon our mercy', as you put it." Mihail glanced at him through the corner of his eye, not-so-subtly allowing his gaze to run over the younger man's body before he spoke again. Honestly, it was a shame that he was not more willing. Perhaps if Mihail had been one of his sisters instead of stuck as a worthless second son. "We do have some reputation when it comes to poison, but we would never be so stupid. Besides, you and I are friends, no?" It was a little presumptuous, given they had only just met, but it was always best to test the water. "My sisters would never do anything to harm one of my friends."
Perhaps talk of his sisters' unsavoury reputations was not what Silanos needed right now, however, so Mihail switched the conversation as he found a steeper pathway which led to the upper levels of the city. "Where do you live? Presumably not in those dreadful mountains of yours if you were visiting the springs, and I have not noticed you before, which is strange, as you are hardly forgettable."
Sil squinted at the Thanasi Lord as they walked until it made his eyes hurt too much and then he looked forward again, giving a dismissive sort of laugh as the other reassured him that his eyeballs would remain in situ. “Well I’m not my brother,” he said simply, before adding on “And I swear, anyone feeling like I m feeling right now? Would overlook whatever shit people talk about your sisters”
Oblivious to the attention of the older man, he was walking a little sluggishly, stomach-churning with some threat of reacquainting him with the cheap wine from the night before. Long and steady breaths were a good preventative, and Silanos only interrupted himself to give a shrug and lift his eyebrows at Mihail. “Sure, we’re friends.” Silanos picked people up and put them down easily; making friends had never been a problem for the youngest Valaoritis. Sometimes he didn’t always remember that they were friends, but that was why it was so convenient that he accepted people quickly and without much consideration. They could quickly become friends again if he had forgotten.
Yawning widely and feeling a little disheartened at the sight of the city rising above them, Silanos bemoaned again the fact that getting anywhere in Midas involved walking up fucking hills. Or down them. It was inconvenient at the best of times and grossly unpleasant at others. Like now. Trudging along next to the Thanasi Lord, Sil tried to ignore the slightly wobbly feeling in his legs, turning to look at his newest friend as the man asked where Silanos called home. There was a sharp laugh, whether insult at the dismissive words for Eubocris or awkwardness at the other male thinking him memorable, but there was no trace of real offence on the young man’s face.
“My brother has taken a house in the upper levels. I’ve been dividing my time between here and those dreadful mountains as you say. But I’ve not been back home long. I was in Taengea a couple of years”
Back a matter of weeks, it already felt like a lifetime ago. He was trying to stay out from under Timaeus’ feet in case his older brother took some awful notion of giving him something to do, and honest to Gods he loved his mother but he got tired of being babied. It was like she thought he was still a kid sometimes, and whilst usually, Silanos wasn't above taking advantage of the privileges afforded by being the youngest of her boys, it grated a little after being away.
He didn’t really know much about the Thanasi Lord either though, come to mention it. Sil supposed they wouldn’t have run in the same circles before he left, enough years between them to have kept them separate. “Please tell me your house is not that far” he complained half-heartedly. “I’m pretty sure the bigger part of my body fluids is bad wine right now and it's fucking hot."
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Sil squinted at the Thanasi Lord as they walked until it made his eyes hurt too much and then he looked forward again, giving a dismissive sort of laugh as the other reassured him that his eyeballs would remain in situ. “Well I’m not my brother,” he said simply, before adding on “And I swear, anyone feeling like I m feeling right now? Would overlook whatever shit people talk about your sisters”
Oblivious to the attention of the older man, he was walking a little sluggishly, stomach-churning with some threat of reacquainting him with the cheap wine from the night before. Long and steady breaths were a good preventative, and Silanos only interrupted himself to give a shrug and lift his eyebrows at Mihail. “Sure, we’re friends.” Silanos picked people up and put them down easily; making friends had never been a problem for the youngest Valaoritis. Sometimes he didn’t always remember that they were friends, but that was why it was so convenient that he accepted people quickly and without much consideration. They could quickly become friends again if he had forgotten.
Yawning widely and feeling a little disheartened at the sight of the city rising above them, Silanos bemoaned again the fact that getting anywhere in Midas involved walking up fucking hills. Or down them. It was inconvenient at the best of times and grossly unpleasant at others. Like now. Trudging along next to the Thanasi Lord, Sil tried to ignore the slightly wobbly feeling in his legs, turning to look at his newest friend as the man asked where Silanos called home. There was a sharp laugh, whether insult at the dismissive words for Eubocris or awkwardness at the other male thinking him memorable, but there was no trace of real offence on the young man’s face.
“My brother has taken a house in the upper levels. I’ve been dividing my time between here and those dreadful mountains as you say. But I’ve not been back home long. I was in Taengea a couple of years”
Back a matter of weeks, it already felt like a lifetime ago. He was trying to stay out from under Timaeus’ feet in case his older brother took some awful notion of giving him something to do, and honest to Gods he loved his mother but he got tired of being babied. It was like she thought he was still a kid sometimes, and whilst usually, Silanos wasn't above taking advantage of the privileges afforded by being the youngest of her boys, it grated a little after being away.
He didn’t really know much about the Thanasi Lord either though, come to mention it. Sil supposed they wouldn’t have run in the same circles before he left, enough years between them to have kept them separate. “Please tell me your house is not that far” he complained half-heartedly. “I’m pretty sure the bigger part of my body fluids is bad wine right now and it's fucking hot."
Sil squinted at the Thanasi Lord as they walked until it made his eyes hurt too much and then he looked forward again, giving a dismissive sort of laugh as the other reassured him that his eyeballs would remain in situ. “Well I’m not my brother,” he said simply, before adding on “And I swear, anyone feeling like I m feeling right now? Would overlook whatever shit people talk about your sisters”
Oblivious to the attention of the older man, he was walking a little sluggishly, stomach-churning with some threat of reacquainting him with the cheap wine from the night before. Long and steady breaths were a good preventative, and Silanos only interrupted himself to give a shrug and lift his eyebrows at Mihail. “Sure, we’re friends.” Silanos picked people up and put them down easily; making friends had never been a problem for the youngest Valaoritis. Sometimes he didn’t always remember that they were friends, but that was why it was so convenient that he accepted people quickly and without much consideration. They could quickly become friends again if he had forgotten.
Yawning widely and feeling a little disheartened at the sight of the city rising above them, Silanos bemoaned again the fact that getting anywhere in Midas involved walking up fucking hills. Or down them. It was inconvenient at the best of times and grossly unpleasant at others. Like now. Trudging along next to the Thanasi Lord, Sil tried to ignore the slightly wobbly feeling in his legs, turning to look at his newest friend as the man asked where Silanos called home. There was a sharp laugh, whether insult at the dismissive words for Eubocris or awkwardness at the other male thinking him memorable, but there was no trace of real offence on the young man’s face.
“My brother has taken a house in the upper levels. I’ve been dividing my time between here and those dreadful mountains as you say. But I’ve not been back home long. I was in Taengea a couple of years”
Back a matter of weeks, it already felt like a lifetime ago. He was trying to stay out from under Timaeus’ feet in case his older brother took some awful notion of giving him something to do, and honest to Gods he loved his mother but he got tired of being babied. It was like she thought he was still a kid sometimes, and whilst usually, Silanos wasn't above taking advantage of the privileges afforded by being the youngest of her boys, it grated a little after being away.
He didn’t really know much about the Thanasi Lord either though, come to mention it. Sil supposed they wouldn’t have run in the same circles before he left, enough years between them to have kept them separate. “Please tell me your house is not that far” he complained half-heartedly. “I’m pretty sure the bigger part of my body fluids is bad wine right now and it's fucking hot."
"Hm. I always assumed your brother was poor," Mihail answered matter-of-factly, unconcerned by whether this rude statement might accidentally offend the man by his side. It was not his fault, he thought. In every one of their meetings thus far, Timaeus had always seemed slightly unkempt in comparison to the Thanasi lord, and he had never considered their remote province in the mountains would produce much of enough to afford them any niceties, and indeed not the home they allegedly possessed in the upper levels. Besides, he was hardwired to consider primarily the worst in others, and did not quite like the idea of having a family he disliked residing so potentially close to his own. "Anyhow, you can come and stay with me, if you get bored of the place. We have some lovely, private baths at home, and, between us, you shan't find a finer selection of drink and drugs than mine or my sister's."
The query as to the distance to his house was easy to answer as the pair followed the curve of a path and Mihail gestured through the entryway to the courtyard, which still managed to remain pretty despite the rest of the house being a somewhat disorientating blend of styles. "Not far at all," he replied, lips curled into an amused smile as he led them inside, nodding a vague greeting at the guard who lingered by the gate. Then, not a moment later, he changed his mind, paused again, and turned to face the man more directly. "Where is Thea?"
"Lady Thea is out at the moment, my Lord."
"Oh. Well, when she arrives, tell my sister that my friend and I need her help when she returns. We will be in my quarters." Mihail waved him off, sighing in the direction of his new friend as he began to make his way up the exterior staircase, though he walked slowly to make sure Silanos could make it up the stairs without much trouble, given his current state. "Unfortunately, I cannot keep constant track of my sisters, but I am sure she will be back soon. In the meantime, I may have something to help. Gods know how often I have been in the same situation."
His room was overly tidy, as he could not bear to have a thing out of place, and darkened by the crimson fabric draped over the windows. He let it be, for now, assuming Silanos would not want a burst of light in his face, and gestured to a spare seat on a kline. Unless Thea appeared, there was not much he could do with herbs, but there were certain tricks he had learned which would help his companion until then. This kindness was not quite in Mihail's general nature, but if there was a chance Silanos would be especially thankful, then he would take it.
Taking a heavy jug in hand, he poured them each a goblet of fresh, clear water, setting one carefully before the Valaoritis. "Drink. I will ask the kitchens to prepare you something with eggs, and hopefully, Thea will be back soon enough, though I do apologise for her absence." Mihail passed to the door once more to issue that same request to whichever maid might have had the misfortune to be passing right at that moment, then returned to drop himself into a space opposite the other, sipping from his own goblet and attempting to mask the fact that he would rather have had wine, and was only drinking otherwise to match his guest. "Don't mind Draco."
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"Hm. I always assumed your brother was poor," Mihail answered matter-of-factly, unconcerned by whether this rude statement might accidentally offend the man by his side. It was not his fault, he thought. In every one of their meetings thus far, Timaeus had always seemed slightly unkempt in comparison to the Thanasi lord, and he had never considered their remote province in the mountains would produce much of enough to afford them any niceties, and indeed not the home they allegedly possessed in the upper levels. Besides, he was hardwired to consider primarily the worst in others, and did not quite like the idea of having a family he disliked residing so potentially close to his own. "Anyhow, you can come and stay with me, if you get bored of the place. We have some lovely, private baths at home, and, between us, you shan't find a finer selection of drink and drugs than mine or my sister's."
The query as to the distance to his house was easy to answer as the pair followed the curve of a path and Mihail gestured through the entryway to the courtyard, which still managed to remain pretty despite the rest of the house being a somewhat disorientating blend of styles. "Not far at all," he replied, lips curled into an amused smile as he led them inside, nodding a vague greeting at the guard who lingered by the gate. Then, not a moment later, he changed his mind, paused again, and turned to face the man more directly. "Where is Thea?"
"Lady Thea is out at the moment, my Lord."
"Oh. Well, when she arrives, tell my sister that my friend and I need her help when she returns. We will be in my quarters." Mihail waved him off, sighing in the direction of his new friend as he began to make his way up the exterior staircase, though he walked slowly to make sure Silanos could make it up the stairs without much trouble, given his current state. "Unfortunately, I cannot keep constant track of my sisters, but I am sure she will be back soon. In the meantime, I may have something to help. Gods know how often I have been in the same situation."
His room was overly tidy, as he could not bear to have a thing out of place, and darkened by the crimson fabric draped over the windows. He let it be, for now, assuming Silanos would not want a burst of light in his face, and gestured to a spare seat on a kline. Unless Thea appeared, there was not much he could do with herbs, but there were certain tricks he had learned which would help his companion until then. This kindness was not quite in Mihail's general nature, but if there was a chance Silanos would be especially thankful, then he would take it.
Taking a heavy jug in hand, he poured them each a goblet of fresh, clear water, setting one carefully before the Valaoritis. "Drink. I will ask the kitchens to prepare you something with eggs, and hopefully, Thea will be back soon enough, though I do apologise for her absence." Mihail passed to the door once more to issue that same request to whichever maid might have had the misfortune to be passing right at that moment, then returned to drop himself into a space opposite the other, sipping from his own goblet and attempting to mask the fact that he would rather have had wine, and was only drinking otherwise to match his guest. "Don't mind Draco."
"Hm. I always assumed your brother was poor," Mihail answered matter-of-factly, unconcerned by whether this rude statement might accidentally offend the man by his side. It was not his fault, he thought. In every one of their meetings thus far, Timaeus had always seemed slightly unkempt in comparison to the Thanasi lord, and he had never considered their remote province in the mountains would produce much of enough to afford them any niceties, and indeed not the home they allegedly possessed in the upper levels. Besides, he was hardwired to consider primarily the worst in others, and did not quite like the idea of having a family he disliked residing so potentially close to his own. "Anyhow, you can come and stay with me, if you get bored of the place. We have some lovely, private baths at home, and, between us, you shan't find a finer selection of drink and drugs than mine or my sister's."
The query as to the distance to his house was easy to answer as the pair followed the curve of a path and Mihail gestured through the entryway to the courtyard, which still managed to remain pretty despite the rest of the house being a somewhat disorientating blend of styles. "Not far at all," he replied, lips curled into an amused smile as he led them inside, nodding a vague greeting at the guard who lingered by the gate. Then, not a moment later, he changed his mind, paused again, and turned to face the man more directly. "Where is Thea?"
"Lady Thea is out at the moment, my Lord."
"Oh. Well, when she arrives, tell my sister that my friend and I need her help when she returns. We will be in my quarters." Mihail waved him off, sighing in the direction of his new friend as he began to make his way up the exterior staircase, though he walked slowly to make sure Silanos could make it up the stairs without much trouble, given his current state. "Unfortunately, I cannot keep constant track of my sisters, but I am sure she will be back soon. In the meantime, I may have something to help. Gods know how often I have been in the same situation."
His room was overly tidy, as he could not bear to have a thing out of place, and darkened by the crimson fabric draped over the windows. He let it be, for now, assuming Silanos would not want a burst of light in his face, and gestured to a spare seat on a kline. Unless Thea appeared, there was not much he could do with herbs, but there were certain tricks he had learned which would help his companion until then. This kindness was not quite in Mihail's general nature, but if there was a chance Silanos would be especially thankful, then he would take it.
Taking a heavy jug in hand, he poured them each a goblet of fresh, clear water, setting one carefully before the Valaoritis. "Drink. I will ask the kitchens to prepare you something with eggs, and hopefully, Thea will be back soon enough, though I do apologise for her absence." Mihail passed to the door once more to issue that same request to whichever maid might have had the misfortune to be passing right at that moment, then returned to drop himself into a space opposite the other, sipping from his own goblet and attempting to mask the fact that he would rather have had wine, and was only drinking otherwise to match his guest. "Don't mind Draco."
Silanos looked askance at the Thanasi regarding the poor comment. He couldn’t be bothered to be offended by that and the fact that the Lord followed it almost instantly with an invitation to escape his brother’s overbearing nature, well that was enough to have him overlook the potential slight entirely.
“That’s very kind of you say. And you make it sound so appealing” he said, stifling a yawn and blinking at his feet as he concentrated on putting one in front of the other in a way that didn't jar his aching head. When the pair rounded a corner and the amused tone of the other clued Silanos into the fact that they had arrived, he gusted a sigh.
“Oh thank fuck. There are far too many hills to contend with in this city” He didn't pay much attention to the guard, and only spared the sweeping expanse of the manor a cursory glance: far less than it deserved. On another day, one where he was not feeling so wretched, certainly the lord would be able to summon some further appreciation for the splendour, but for now, he just trailed after Mihail up some stone stairs, listening half-attentively as the Thanasi began to speak.
He had a very formal way of speaking, Sil mused, thinking how impressed his mother would be with the lord’s diction. She had almost given up scolding Silanos for where his lacked, especially now she had those strange, vacant moments, and he found himself missing it. It had been normal, and now little was.
“Anything” he exclaimed pitifully, at the notion of something to ease the hangover he was nursing. Whatever the fuck he’d drunk last night was wreaking its revenge now. Maybe he would have been better just risking falling asleep. He couldn’t decide what was worse, this misery or the dreams.
When he followed the Thanasi Lord into a blessedly dim room, he didn’t hesitate in flopping artlessly down onto the kline, throwing an arm over his face and letting out a groan. “I’m never drinking again.” followed by “Ok well that's a lie, but maybe not today at least”
The arm slid away enough for him to glance up Mihail when the other offered water, and Sil eyes it sceptically, wondering if it was just going to come right back up again. But even he knew the merits of it, and so he pushed himself enough to reach for it, sipping gingerly to test how it settled. “Thank you,” he said. The thought of eating presented further challenges but Silanos decided to see how that went and watched the strangely effeminate man cross to the door and speak to a servant before letting his eyes close for just one sweet moment.
Dimly aware of the sound of his host returning, he cracked an eye and peered at him with a suspicious sounding “Who?”. Silanos hadn’t seen anyone else, and he didn't think he was *that* spectacularly unobservant, so he opened his eyes to follow the gaze of the other and then nearly crapped himself when he looked to his left to see a snake making its leisurely way across the back of the kline.
Sil might have never moved so fast in his life, throwing himself away from the creature and toward the Thanasi lord, so that he landed on the floor at Mihail’s feet, scrabbling to find some purchase with his own. “You have a fucking snake in your room?!”
It wasn’t that Sil was particularly terrified of snakes. He didn’t like them much but that went hand in hand with the knowledge that some of them could cause him to die a horrific death. It was a natural dislike. And he hadn’t been expecting to see one slithering along next to his head. Turning an incredulous expression toward his host Sil blinked at him. “And you gave it a name?”
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Silanos looked askance at the Thanasi regarding the poor comment. He couldn’t be bothered to be offended by that and the fact that the Lord followed it almost instantly with an invitation to escape his brother’s overbearing nature, well that was enough to have him overlook the potential slight entirely.
“That’s very kind of you say. And you make it sound so appealing” he said, stifling a yawn and blinking at his feet as he concentrated on putting one in front of the other in a way that didn't jar his aching head. When the pair rounded a corner and the amused tone of the other clued Silanos into the fact that they had arrived, he gusted a sigh.
“Oh thank fuck. There are far too many hills to contend with in this city” He didn't pay much attention to the guard, and only spared the sweeping expanse of the manor a cursory glance: far less than it deserved. On another day, one where he was not feeling so wretched, certainly the lord would be able to summon some further appreciation for the splendour, but for now, he just trailed after Mihail up some stone stairs, listening half-attentively as the Thanasi began to speak.
He had a very formal way of speaking, Sil mused, thinking how impressed his mother would be with the lord’s diction. She had almost given up scolding Silanos for where his lacked, especially now she had those strange, vacant moments, and he found himself missing it. It had been normal, and now little was.
“Anything” he exclaimed pitifully, at the notion of something to ease the hangover he was nursing. Whatever the fuck he’d drunk last night was wreaking its revenge now. Maybe he would have been better just risking falling asleep. He couldn’t decide what was worse, this misery or the dreams.
When he followed the Thanasi Lord into a blessedly dim room, he didn’t hesitate in flopping artlessly down onto the kline, throwing an arm over his face and letting out a groan. “I’m never drinking again.” followed by “Ok well that's a lie, but maybe not today at least”
The arm slid away enough for him to glance up Mihail when the other offered water, and Sil eyes it sceptically, wondering if it was just going to come right back up again. But even he knew the merits of it, and so he pushed himself enough to reach for it, sipping gingerly to test how it settled. “Thank you,” he said. The thought of eating presented further challenges but Silanos decided to see how that went and watched the strangely effeminate man cross to the door and speak to a servant before letting his eyes close for just one sweet moment.
Dimly aware of the sound of his host returning, he cracked an eye and peered at him with a suspicious sounding “Who?”. Silanos hadn’t seen anyone else, and he didn't think he was *that* spectacularly unobservant, so he opened his eyes to follow the gaze of the other and then nearly crapped himself when he looked to his left to see a snake making its leisurely way across the back of the kline.
Sil might have never moved so fast in his life, throwing himself away from the creature and toward the Thanasi lord, so that he landed on the floor at Mihail’s feet, scrabbling to find some purchase with his own. “You have a fucking snake in your room?!”
It wasn’t that Sil was particularly terrified of snakes. He didn’t like them much but that went hand in hand with the knowledge that some of them could cause him to die a horrific death. It was a natural dislike. And he hadn’t been expecting to see one slithering along next to his head. Turning an incredulous expression toward his host Sil blinked at him. “And you gave it a name?”
Silanos looked askance at the Thanasi regarding the poor comment. He couldn’t be bothered to be offended by that and the fact that the Lord followed it almost instantly with an invitation to escape his brother’s overbearing nature, well that was enough to have him overlook the potential slight entirely.
“That’s very kind of you say. And you make it sound so appealing” he said, stifling a yawn and blinking at his feet as he concentrated on putting one in front of the other in a way that didn't jar his aching head. When the pair rounded a corner and the amused tone of the other clued Silanos into the fact that they had arrived, he gusted a sigh.
“Oh thank fuck. There are far too many hills to contend with in this city” He didn't pay much attention to the guard, and only spared the sweeping expanse of the manor a cursory glance: far less than it deserved. On another day, one where he was not feeling so wretched, certainly the lord would be able to summon some further appreciation for the splendour, but for now, he just trailed after Mihail up some stone stairs, listening half-attentively as the Thanasi began to speak.
He had a very formal way of speaking, Sil mused, thinking how impressed his mother would be with the lord’s diction. She had almost given up scolding Silanos for where his lacked, especially now she had those strange, vacant moments, and he found himself missing it. It had been normal, and now little was.
“Anything” he exclaimed pitifully, at the notion of something to ease the hangover he was nursing. Whatever the fuck he’d drunk last night was wreaking its revenge now. Maybe he would have been better just risking falling asleep. He couldn’t decide what was worse, this misery or the dreams.
When he followed the Thanasi Lord into a blessedly dim room, he didn’t hesitate in flopping artlessly down onto the kline, throwing an arm over his face and letting out a groan. “I’m never drinking again.” followed by “Ok well that's a lie, but maybe not today at least”
The arm slid away enough for him to glance up Mihail when the other offered water, and Sil eyes it sceptically, wondering if it was just going to come right back up again. But even he knew the merits of it, and so he pushed himself enough to reach for it, sipping gingerly to test how it settled. “Thank you,” he said. The thought of eating presented further challenges but Silanos decided to see how that went and watched the strangely effeminate man cross to the door and speak to a servant before letting his eyes close for just one sweet moment.
Dimly aware of the sound of his host returning, he cracked an eye and peered at him with a suspicious sounding “Who?”. Silanos hadn’t seen anyone else, and he didn't think he was *that* spectacularly unobservant, so he opened his eyes to follow the gaze of the other and then nearly crapped himself when he looked to his left to see a snake making its leisurely way across the back of the kline.
Sil might have never moved so fast in his life, throwing himself away from the creature and toward the Thanasi lord, so that he landed on the floor at Mihail’s feet, scrabbling to find some purchase with his own. “You have a fucking snake in your room?!”
It wasn’t that Sil was particularly terrified of snakes. He didn’t like them much but that went hand in hand with the knowledge that some of them could cause him to die a horrific death. It was a natural dislike. And he hadn’t been expecting to see one slithering along next to his head. Turning an incredulous expression toward his host Sil blinked at him. “And you gave it a name?”
“Were you not drinking good wine?” Mihail questioned, personally considering that a common factor in the state of mind in which Silanos now found himself. Not that fine wine could not elicit an equally horrendous reaction the following day, but it tended to follow that the better the drink, the less awful the headache the next morning. “Perhaps I should show you some better places to find your drinks, if you are currently struggling with finding something of taste. I have some delightful opium too, although I assume that is not something of much interest to you at present.” Still, it was better to give those sorts of tips earlier rather than later, as good relationships were always formed on mutual trust, and these were the sorts of facts Mihail could give up without much concern for how it would affect his secrets.
Apparently, Silanos was not much a fan of snakes. That was nothing strange, for more often than not, Mihail would bring a man or woman back to his chambers who would claim that they adored a snake, but did not entirely mean the same kind as he. Draco caused more screams than the Thanasi thought was necessary, but there was nothing he adored more than his precious pet-slash-best-friend. Crossing the room, he lifted the viper gently off the kline, allowing the beast to curl around his arm in comfort as he rubbed a thumb softly over the snake’s head, as if to reassure him, though he had yet to encourage his new companion.
Turning back to his guest, who still seemed thoroughly surprised at the idea that someone could keep such an animal in their home, he smiled in the same way he had when they had begun flirting. “This is Draco, yes,” he agreed, lifting the black serpent up for the man to get a better view. “I adore him. When I was fifteen, Nethis purchased a pair for some nefarious purpose that I barely remember, but they were not the sort she intended, and she gifted me one of the two. You need not fear him, however; he will not bite you as I keep him excellently trained. If something does occur, however, I have a solution.” It was not something Mihail had ever tested, but he was somewhat aware that one could suck out the venom from the wound if necessary, and he had wasted years of his life training his body to understand the poison well enough that its effects should not have been as awful as usual – Nethis had always warned him to do so.
Mihail deposited the snake on his bed, far enough from Silanos that, hopefully, it would not worry him any longer. It had taken a long while already to get past the initial awkwardness of their bathhouse meeting, and he did not want the discomfort of his beloved Draco marring his vague attempts to be helpful for once in his life. Luckily enough, a knock came on the door at that precise moment, and he let out a sigh of relief as he turned back to open it once more and greet the maid. Eggs, fantastic. “Maybe bring me an actual jug of wine, hm?” he asked, taking the remedy from her hands and waving her away to complete the other task, already bored of sharing the water. “Silanos! Your saving grace has arrived. Eat these, drink more water, and all shall be healed.” At least, hypothetically it would be.
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“Were you not drinking good wine?” Mihail questioned, personally considering that a common factor in the state of mind in which Silanos now found himself. Not that fine wine could not elicit an equally horrendous reaction the following day, but it tended to follow that the better the drink, the less awful the headache the next morning. “Perhaps I should show you some better places to find your drinks, if you are currently struggling with finding something of taste. I have some delightful opium too, although I assume that is not something of much interest to you at present.” Still, it was better to give those sorts of tips earlier rather than later, as good relationships were always formed on mutual trust, and these were the sorts of facts Mihail could give up without much concern for how it would affect his secrets.
Apparently, Silanos was not much a fan of snakes. That was nothing strange, for more often than not, Mihail would bring a man or woman back to his chambers who would claim that they adored a snake, but did not entirely mean the same kind as he. Draco caused more screams than the Thanasi thought was necessary, but there was nothing he adored more than his precious pet-slash-best-friend. Crossing the room, he lifted the viper gently off the kline, allowing the beast to curl around his arm in comfort as he rubbed a thumb softly over the snake’s head, as if to reassure him, though he had yet to encourage his new companion.
Turning back to his guest, who still seemed thoroughly surprised at the idea that someone could keep such an animal in their home, he smiled in the same way he had when they had begun flirting. “This is Draco, yes,” he agreed, lifting the black serpent up for the man to get a better view. “I adore him. When I was fifteen, Nethis purchased a pair for some nefarious purpose that I barely remember, but they were not the sort she intended, and she gifted me one of the two. You need not fear him, however; he will not bite you as I keep him excellently trained. If something does occur, however, I have a solution.” It was not something Mihail had ever tested, but he was somewhat aware that one could suck out the venom from the wound if necessary, and he had wasted years of his life training his body to understand the poison well enough that its effects should not have been as awful as usual – Nethis had always warned him to do so.
Mihail deposited the snake on his bed, far enough from Silanos that, hopefully, it would not worry him any longer. It had taken a long while already to get past the initial awkwardness of their bathhouse meeting, and he did not want the discomfort of his beloved Draco marring his vague attempts to be helpful for once in his life. Luckily enough, a knock came on the door at that precise moment, and he let out a sigh of relief as he turned back to open it once more and greet the maid. Eggs, fantastic. “Maybe bring me an actual jug of wine, hm?” he asked, taking the remedy from her hands and waving her away to complete the other task, already bored of sharing the water. “Silanos! Your saving grace has arrived. Eat these, drink more water, and all shall be healed.” At least, hypothetically it would be.
“Were you not drinking good wine?” Mihail questioned, personally considering that a common factor in the state of mind in which Silanos now found himself. Not that fine wine could not elicit an equally horrendous reaction the following day, but it tended to follow that the better the drink, the less awful the headache the next morning. “Perhaps I should show you some better places to find your drinks, if you are currently struggling with finding something of taste. I have some delightful opium too, although I assume that is not something of much interest to you at present.” Still, it was better to give those sorts of tips earlier rather than later, as good relationships were always formed on mutual trust, and these were the sorts of facts Mihail could give up without much concern for how it would affect his secrets.
Apparently, Silanos was not much a fan of snakes. That was nothing strange, for more often than not, Mihail would bring a man or woman back to his chambers who would claim that they adored a snake, but did not entirely mean the same kind as he. Draco caused more screams than the Thanasi thought was necessary, but there was nothing he adored more than his precious pet-slash-best-friend. Crossing the room, he lifted the viper gently off the kline, allowing the beast to curl around his arm in comfort as he rubbed a thumb softly over the snake’s head, as if to reassure him, though he had yet to encourage his new companion.
Turning back to his guest, who still seemed thoroughly surprised at the idea that someone could keep such an animal in their home, he smiled in the same way he had when they had begun flirting. “This is Draco, yes,” he agreed, lifting the black serpent up for the man to get a better view. “I adore him. When I was fifteen, Nethis purchased a pair for some nefarious purpose that I barely remember, but they were not the sort she intended, and she gifted me one of the two. You need not fear him, however; he will not bite you as I keep him excellently trained. If something does occur, however, I have a solution.” It was not something Mihail had ever tested, but he was somewhat aware that one could suck out the venom from the wound if necessary, and he had wasted years of his life training his body to understand the poison well enough that its effects should not have been as awful as usual – Nethis had always warned him to do so.
Mihail deposited the snake on his bed, far enough from Silanos that, hopefully, it would not worry him any longer. It had taken a long while already to get past the initial awkwardness of their bathhouse meeting, and he did not want the discomfort of his beloved Draco marring his vague attempts to be helpful for once in his life. Luckily enough, a knock came on the door at that precise moment, and he let out a sigh of relief as he turned back to open it once more and greet the maid. Eggs, fantastic. “Maybe bring me an actual jug of wine, hm?” he asked, taking the remedy from her hands and waving her away to complete the other task, already bored of sharing the water. “Silanos! Your saving grace has arrived. Eat these, drink more water, and all shall be healed.” At least, hypothetically it would be.
