Seymore clung to the hope that he, at some point, by some miracle, would be able to experience the man Nite once had been. But the half-moon seemed to have other plans for him, as the leaves turned and seasons changed yet again. The sorcerer kept studying for days on end, but when he was starved for touch and social contact, he would find Seymore and do as he pleased with him.
The troll knew he could stop it all. If he didn't want to get spanked, or if he couldn't handle what Nite could give of himself, he could always leave. He could reject even showing up. But for the most part, Seymore didn't mind that Nite was hard or distant. Behind all the whips and bruises and pain, he also felt the cold, trembling hands, gently admiring the marks he made on the troll's body.
In contrast to the scars on his face, he didn't mind the marks on his body. It had seemed to startle Nite, even in his newfound, power-hungry state, that he had made the troll bleed, but Seymore didn't want to be healed, and thus, his shoulder was scarred. He didn't feel any shame or regret about it when he looked in the mirror. If anything, it was a very visible sign of their relation to each other.
He didn't think of it as abuse. It didn't feel like he was getting abused. Seymore had felt like that before, but not with Nite, and not because of the marks on his body.
Trolls marked each other, with partners they formed life-long pairs with. And while he had never told Nite that, he liked to think that his Master somewhat knew of this.
With time, he gained more marks. Nite always tried to heal him, but Seymore always refused, as if he collected some strange kind of love marks. His back was striped with dull, white marks, as were his arms, his shoulders, and even his chest. If he ever took time to himself, he enjoyed letting his big hands run over these marks, making him feel connected to the small man he loved so dearly, even when he wasn't there.
He would have loved Nite to mark him, even if it wasn't some strange thing the half-moon probably made him do. It would be harder to explain to the Madam when she came home, but he would figure something out, he told himself. He was a very clumsy troll, after all.
It didn't make him feel any different about the scars on his face. He had guessed he would maybe be less critical about them, knowing that Nite somewhat liked the scars, just not the circumstances by how the troll had gained them, but no. They held no traces of any kind of affection for him, only the frustration the boy had felt back then.
Every time Willa wrote to her son, it seemed to spark his anger anew. Either he would shut himself in, cursing and screaming, making noise at all hours of the day, or he would tie the troll up, getting his frustrations out like that. He hadn't seen him react like this in years, and he expected the half-moon to spark his anger with new flames.
While Nite was rough, and he knew he probably shouldn't allow the sorcerer to take his anger out on him like this, he never felt any fear. He had learned the first time Nite had roped him up, that he rather easily could escape just by tearing the rope. If the sorcerer had done it on purpose or by mistake, he didn't know, but he never felt in danger when Nite started playing all sorts of games with him, and he kept tying Seymore up the same way. In any case, he preferred this over the human locking himself in his study chamber for days on end, even if he himself would be sore the day after.
He didn't know exactly what upset him so much about his mother's letters. He had never said much about them, neither this time around or in the past, when Seymore daringly had tried to ask him. Regardless of the letters' content, Nite never felt calmer after he had read them, often setting them on fire at the breakfast table.
And right now, Nite was indeed in a terrible mood, as he had not only torn his letter up but also broken his plate, making the dining area a mess. When Seymore tried to calm him down, the sorcerer left the room, demanding the troll to either fix up his mess or be in the study room in a moment, and while Seymore knew he at some point had to clean the mess regardless, he didn't hesitate to grab a quick shower before he headed towards the study chamber.
Nite was like a drug to him. He wondered if he had been like that, back then, too? The human's touches had been so much softer, but he still longed to be near Nite, at any given moment, even if it meant plentiful of spankings and marks on his back.
He slowly opened the door. Nite was already halfway undressed; his shirt was on his desk, but he still wore his black, firmly pressed pants, as his gaze lazily wandered to catch the sight of the troll, stepping eagerly into the room before he kneeled.
The sorcerer walked closer to the kneeling man, his steps long and calculated. His fingertips greeted the troll's face, and Seymore could already feel his body prepare itself on every ounce of pleasure and pain he would get in a moment. To his surprise, Nite kept stroking his face, his red eyes surprisingly glossy.
,,… Is everything okay, Master?'' Seymore asked softly, expecting the hand to strike him, but it didn't. After Nite had returned and had gotten his dark mark, he had never seen him like this, and the familiar want to reach up and comfort him was hard to let go of.
,,No,'' he whispered, but he pushed the troll down on his knees again when he tried to stand. ,,That's none of your concern, troll. I'm just wondering how to ruin that pretty face of yours today,'' he said, much less chipper than he usually was.
,,… If there's anything wrong, I want to help, sir. In any way I can,'' he tried, looking beggingly up at the small man. ,,I… am aware, that you don't want me to… comfort you, like I tried to do in the past… but…''
,,You're right, I don't want that,'' he said coldly, finally letting go of the troll's face. It didn't surprise him that much when Nite manifested ropes out of thin air, pulling in them warningly. ,,Stand,'' he demanded, and Seymore reacted in an instant.
Ropes could be kinky, Seymore had thought, when Nite started with tying him up. But for Nite, ropes were an artform. As soon as the troll would strip, the sorcerer would bind him in all sorts of ways, both for the purpose of fixation, but mostly as something aesthetically. He let the ropes caress and highlight the parts of the troll's broad body that he fancied the most, always making sure he had easy access to his back and his ass.
,,Bend over,'' he demanded, spreading the troll out, making sure he stayed like that. Seymore could feel one of the sorcerer's hands circling his asshole, as the other tied up his dick, making his stiff cock even more impatient. ,,It's always such a hassle with you,'' he sighed, putting his finger in without further notice.
,,Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master,'' Seymore panted, already wishing to feel Nite's cock inside of him. He rarely fucked him, even though he tended to play with the troll for hours on end, but rarely would he feel the closeness he longed for. He seemed to prefer to just come on him, either by his own hand, which was much more skilled now, or by the troll's warm mouth.
,,You don't seem to fear magic that much, anymore,'' he said satisfied, walking around to look down at the troll instead of stretching his clenching hole. It was true that Seymore was rather used to Nite manifesting things out of thin air, but he wouldn't say he was particularly happy about magic, either. In the end, it seemed like his submissive state was stronger than his born fear for magic. ,,You're such a weird troll, aren't you?'' he asked, almost wondering, kneeling to look into the confused, amber eyes.
,,Yes, sir,'' he said, longing to feel any kind of stimulation.
,,You don't even fear me, do you? You should, you don't know what I could do to you,'' he smiled threateningly.
,,No, sir,'' he said gently, sitting up on his knees to the best of his abilities. Nite didn't look threatening to him. Even if the eyes were red, he still felt safe in their company. ,,I respect you, sir, I don't fear you.'' Nite chuckled, laughed, a harsh, cold sound, surprising the troll, as the human stood upright again.
,,Really? I have a hard time believing that,'' he said. Seymore felt a slight tuck in his whole body, and he squirmed panicked as his being moved across the floor, without himself even moving a muscle. His startlement didn't settle when he looked up at Nite, who clearly had been the one tucking his strings. ,,You don't get it, old man, do you? I can do whatever I want with you, when you're like this. You allow me to, encourage me to. Why is that? Do you really need to be punished, so badly?'' he asked, tugging the troll even closer.
,,Can you… please stop doing that, sir?'' he whimpered, as he felt the human tug in him, drag him across the floor.
,,Why?'' he asked, almost as if he was bored. ,,I thought we were over that stuff, with you whining about such things as magic?'' he teased, but stopped regardless. ,,I don't need magic to toss you around. It'll just be more comfortable like that,'' he scoffed, walking the few steps between them, dragging him in the ropes instead.
,,I know, I'm sorry, sir, I just…'' he tried but stopped when the small man dropped him not far from the throne.
,,You bore me, troll. If you don't want me to drag you around with my magic, you can wiggly your way towards me yourself,'' he smirked, sitting down on his throne.
The ropes didn't leave much space for movement. He did his best, but with his hands tied on his back, and his knees roped together, it wasn't his most graceful process. He ended up just in front of the throne, his head in front of the small man's feet, still covered by his shoes.
,,Are you giving up? Asking for help? Is magic really the worst way to be transported?'' Nite smirked, tracing the troll's jawline with the tip of his shoe.
,,The ropes are a little tight, sir,'' he croaked, feeling his cock ache just by the way the sorcerer looked at him.
,,I know, I made them that way,'' he smirked. ,,You're such an eager little slut. Love that,'' he said satisfied, snapping his fingers to make the ropes vanish into thin air. Seymore stroked his body, to loosen up after being tied up so tightly. ,,I can't have you unable to please me, even if I adore tying you up. It's harder for you to escape like that,'' he cooed, guiding him further with his hand. ,,Undress me, troll.''
With careful, skilled hands, he removed the sorcerer's shoes and socks, still on his knees with his gaze fixed to the man above him. Even though Nite was as harsh and tormenting as he tended to be, there was something soft in his eyes, which made the troll a little bolder and warmer inside. He stood up, so close to the sorcerer's face that it would be all too easy to lean forward to kiss him, but he just continued, wondering if he would ever get a chance to taste those thin, fragile lips again.
As he admired the pale, exposed chest of the man in front of him, Seymore found himself dwelling deeper into the past, remembering the soft skin against his lips. He barely registered what he did when he leaned forward, kissing the small man's chest, first letting his tongue brush against the collarbone, before he sought out the suddenly hardened nipples.
,,What do you think you're doing?!'' Nite shrieked, no trace of his former self-control as he both blushed and whined, scooting in the seat of the throne. ,,Did I permit you to do this?'' he asked harshly, as the gentle, amber eyes looked up at him.
,,No, sir,'' he said quietly but continued to kiss the small man's chest, gently brushing the pale skin with his warm lips. ,,Pardon me, Master. I was simply overwhelmed by how enchanting you look tonight,'' he smiled shyly, his hands rather gently holding around the small man's hips. Nite looked down at the troll, his gaze confused and quivering, as if he wondered if this was a trick. It really did look like that he hoped it wasn't just a trick.
,,Get your hands off me,'' he said, more nervous than harshly. Seymore remembered that it probably hurt Nite, even if it was hard to tell with all his squirming.
,,Of course, sir,'' he said, retrieving his hands to place them obediently behind his back. ,,Can I continue with this?'' he asked, looking gently up at the sorcerer as he let his lips caress his naked chest. The small man panted, nodding slightly, never taking his gaze away from the troll.
,,You may…'' he said, breathing heavily as the troll continued teasing the nipples, his hands firmly on his back. His lips and tongue played with the small, firm nipples, as he hadn't done in a long time, just savoring the moment, for a while. He let his lips wander further down, kissing the flat stomach, tryingly pulling in the pants seam with his teeth. ,,Open them,'' he said, trying to regain the dominant tone in his voice, but he didn't feel as secure in this as he normally did.
Seymore opened the pants, pulling them down just enough to reveal the sorcerer's leaking member. He seemed much more turned on, losing his control over the situation by the minute, even if he refused to let go of it. Seymore loved that he still could make him feel like this, even after all this time.
The amber eyes never left the half-lidded gaze of the sorcerer, as he gently licked and sucked the man, much more teasingly than anything. Nite normally guided his head, and that didn't leave much space to tickle or explore his body, as he used to do in the past. But the young man was taken aback by the whole situation, it seemed, as he only observed the troll and didn't lay a hand on him otherwise.
Seymore wasn't unsatisfied with how things were, sexually, between them. He could easily do this, be at the mercy of the small man, be his submissive if he so desired, but he longed to feel just the slightest inch of that love Nite so graciously had given him in the past.
Would he accept it, if he told him now, that he loved him? Seymore doubted it, even if Nite so tentatively watched over him. He wondered what went through his head. If he were slipping up in this safe, simple role he played, or if he just observed, ready to strike when the troll got too comfortable?
,,You're unusually brave tonight, aren't you, troll?'' he said, slowly letting his long fingers grace the troll's bald head. Seymore nodded, his tongue still wrapped around the human's cock, but his eyes burning into the red orbs above him. ,,Very well. If this is the game you'll play, I'll let you. You don't fear things won't be as simple, as you wanted them to be?'' he mused, gently thrusting towards the troll's open mouth.
,,No, sir,'' he said between slurps, his hands still on his back. An overwhelming urge to finger Nite, as he used to, ran over him, but it only made him tighten his hold in his arms on his back even more.
,,I thought you wanted it simple? And now you're being all greedy again, aren't you?'' he smiled.
,,I think,'' he said, slowly reaching further up, kissing the small man's stomach again, ,,that this is very simple, sir. I believe you always made things very simple,'' he said gently. A strange sound left the human's throat, and Seymore wondered if it hurt him that he kissed him this gently, but Nite didn't signal him to stop. His eyes were glossy again for a moment before they shifted and he seemed furious yet again.
,,You're quite talkative tonight, aren't you?'' he sneered, gesturing for the troll to stand before he tugged the broad body forward again, not with his magic, but simply grabbing the troll's cock and guiding him onto the throne, his knees placed on the armrests. ,,This doesn't look like it wants to talk, now, does it? Tell me, troll, what you want me to do with you?'' he asked seductively, spreading his lips and licking the tip of the big, throbbing cock in front of his face.
Seymore could barely think straight when he felt the hot breath against his skin. He knew Nite wouldn't be satisfied with an answer like 'whatever pleases you, sir', but at the moment, he could do just about anything to the troll, and he would gladly welcome it.
,,Well?'' he said impatiently, still lazily licking the dripping tip. ,,You know, pet. I could give you just about anything, and still, you refuse to ask the simplest of requests. Why is that?'' he wondered, finally wrapping his lips around the big cock, sucking him firmly as the red eyes held the troll's gaze at him.
Seymore unwillingly pushed against the sorcerer's mouth, already feeling overwhelmed and emotional. Although Nite's words probably were referring to sexual promises, there was so much more emotion behind the words.
,,Why is that?'' he asked again, impatiently, but Seymore just whimpered as his response. ,,Stupid troll. Don't start games you can't finish,'' he barked, gesturing him down from the throne again. Seymore stood beside the throne, covering himself to the best of his abilities as the sorcerer got up to stretch his own body. ,,Don't bother to hide it, you can't, anyway,'' he smirked, letting his pants drop to the floor before he kicked them away. ,,Lay down. Don't be shy with me. Even if you refuse to speak, like the disobedient troll you are, I know exactly what you want from me,'' he mused, stroking himself slightly as Seymore laid down on his back on the throne.
Nite didn't seem to want to play any games today. He spat on his fingers, gently massaging the troll's already clenching ass, as his green cock impatiently ached against his stomach. If anything, it seemed to amuse Nite just how willing Seymore was, in any given situation, just by the slightest promise of release.
Seymore whimpered when the fingers left him, hoping he would feel the human inside him now, but it wasn't Nite's cock he felt against his hole, it was his persistent tongue, that gently sucked and slurped to please him. While Nite was more skilled with his hands, his tongue was generous in lubing him up, he thought thankfully. The sorcerer rarely used lube with him, except when they used toys, and as Nite wasn't bigger than he was, it didn't bother the troll, as it had done when he hadn't been able to lube up the sorcerer in the past.
,,Tell me, troll,'' Nite said, standing up and finally positioning himself against the troll's ass, grinding against the slick entrance. ,,Were you always this eager? Or will you tell me I'm something special?'' he said, slapping his cock against the waiting hole.
,,You're special, Master,'' he whined, looking down his own body, spreading himself further, hoping to feel some closeness soon.
,,Is that so? So you weren't as willing with other men? I find that hard to believe,'' he teased, finally thrusting inside, all of his cock at once. The troll whined happily, mindlessly thanking his Master for using him like this. ,,I think you still, despite what you might think yourself, just want to rub yourself off against me,'' he said, his voice a little sharper.
,,… I'm very eager to please…'' he panted, truthfully looking up at Nite. ,,That does not make you any less special, sir.'' He felt the human's hand grab around his neck, guiding their faces a little closer together.
,,I'm nothing special, I never was,'' he said coldly. ,,I wonder if this is how I should have done it?'' he said, his voice suddenly soft and melodic. ,,If I should have just taken what I wanted. If I should have done as everyone else. What good does it do, if I'm willing to do everything everyone else wouldn't, if you just miss being pushed around like this?'' he wondered, speeding up as he spoke.
Seymore tried not to interrupt when Nite spoke in this soft, fragile voice. Before he didn't do so, as it gave him some sort of insight into the man he tried to get to know. And now, he just appreciated seeing a little of the man, he had gotten to know.
,,You're so silly,'' he said, leaning his forehead against the troll's, startling the older man. The half-moon felt warm against his skin, but he didn't pull away. Nite closed his eyes, as he firmly grabbed around the troll, jacking him off as he continued to fuck him. ,,If this was what you really wanted, I would have given it to you. Would it even have mattered? Would you have liked me better, then, if I had done so?'' he wondered, apparently still mostly talking to himself.
,,… I liked you back then, too…'' he growled quietly, softly, as Nite's grip got tighter. Nite stopped in what felt like an eternity, but most likely just was a second, before he smiled this weird, pained smile, Seymore had rarely seen before.
,,But it doesn't really matter now, does it?'' he whispered, still with his eyes closed tightly. ,,All I want to do is to make you beg.''
Seymore wasn't really sure if Nite himself registered that he spoke, but the troll tryingly grabbed around the small man's shoulders, making him look down at him again. He didn't look pleased, but he didn't stop fucking him, either.
,,What do you think you're doing? You're awfully handsy today,'' he scoffed, grabbing the troll's ear with his other hand.
,,… I-I'm sorry, sir… I'm just… I'm a very needy troll…'' he whined slowly. ,,… I… I want… I need your hands on me… I need you to be rough with me… I-I… O-only you, I only want you…'' he whimpered, his grip getting a little tighter on the human's shoulders. ,,I want you to make love to me… But I also want you to fuck my brains out…'' he growled, closing his eyes when the red ones burned too deeply into his amber ones.
,,Is that so?'' he said amused, fucking him a little rougher. He was still so very close, that every breath hit the troll like a hurricane, every sound rang in his ears. ,,You're being very talkative right now. I like that. I bet I could get you to say just about anything with the right treat, couldn't I?'' he smirked, leaning more of his thin body against the troll.
,,Y-yes sir, anything you want…'' he moaned, brushing his face against Nite's. Every time he would do such things, the sorcerer would stop up, but only briefly, before he continued to fuck the troll's ass even harder, moving his hand even faster.
,,Then tell me, troll… Tell me all the things you can't…'' he said softly, threateningly softly, stopping his thrusts when Seymore didn't react. ,,Come on,'' he smirked. ,,I thought you would say anything to please your Master? Afraid to speak lies?'' he said, sickeningly sweet.
,,No, sir, but, ah-… I-it's a little hard to focus, right now, I'm… I'm very… close…'' he panted, as Nite's hand continued to please him.
,,Oh, is that so? I can fix that, if it distracts you,'' he purred, moving his hand to the tip of the leaking member. At first, Seymore thought he would make short process with him, making him come much before he intended to, but then he felt something, warm, soothing, and sealing around his cock. When he looked down upon his body, something dark and warmly pulsating was around his cock, obviously magic, but what it was for, was unknown to him.
,,W-what is that?'' he panted, not really fearful, just sensitive as Nite began to move again, as fast and rough as he could in this position.
,,It's a seal. A cage, if you will. You'll not be able to come with it on, and I'll not take it off before you're being a good, honest troll,'' he panted, fucking him in short, deep thrust that sent delightful shivers down his spine. Maybe he wasn't able to come, but his body was more than able to feel good, it seemed.
With every thrust, he felt his long legs shake, his mouth unable to do anything besides whimpering and moaning. He tried, mumbling incohesive sentences, but Nite would just slam himself into the troll, making him start all over.
,,What? I can't hear you? Cat got your tongue?'' he smirked, his own breath unsteady and shallow. Seymore felt Nite's long, cold fingers on his hips, grabbing the troll and holding him in place, as he chanted about the messy state of the troll.
,,Fuck,'' he growled, feeling his head spin. ,,Just… Speak up… Just… Will you hate me, for being this late…'' he growled, feeling tears dwell up in his eyes.
Nite's hands snuck behind the troll's neck, the small man almost lying flat down against the bumpy body of the older man. To his surprise, he felt the human's face brush as gently against his own, as he had done just minutes prior to this. When he opened his eyes, Nite's eyes weren't hard. No mockery or disgust where to find in them. If anything, they were sad.
,,You already know, don't you?'' the troll mumbled, feeling his whole body heat up unbearable. ,,You always did know me very well. Sometimes, better than myself,'' he whimpered, feeling Nite's body tense, but he didn't let go of the troll's gaze. ,,… The earrings didn't lie. Magic doesn't lie, as I tend to do…'' he said as softly as he could when being pounded this hard.
In one, fluent motion, Nite removed the seal from the troll's cock, jacked him off with a precession only he could, and let himself come inside the older man, continuing to fuck him until the troll grunted out his own orgasm. His body felt sore in a strange way, but all pain melted away when he looked up at the tired, red eyes of the sorcerer, he more than anything wanted to lean up to kiss. Nite didn't pull out, he simply just laid on top of the troll, his own body seemingly sore and tired beyond what was normal for him, but Seymore happily let him lie here, longing for this kind of touch.
,,Are you… okay?'' Seymore said quietly when Nite didn't move. The small man lifted his upper body, so he could look at the troll again, but when he did, Seymore felt a jolt of shock run through him. It didn't seem like Nite noticed himself, but heavy tears rolled down his cheeks, down his chin, and further down on the troll's chest, all while these big, sad eyes just observed the man beneath him.
,,I hate that,'' he said, his voice quivering and fragile, not upholding any dominance or power, anymore. ,,I hate that you can't even say it clearly, and yet, you still consider it… to be… the case…'' he panted, wiping his face from sweat and tears. Seymore felt his throat tighten, but he didn't dare to move a muscle. ,,And even after all this time… And even after all what I do to you… Why can't I just hate you? It would be so much easier to just hate you,'' he whimpered, the tears falling more frequently now.
With his gentle, big hands, Seymore reached up to cup both of Nite's cheeks, making the flushed man look down at him again, his red eyes big and scared. The troll leaned up, placing his forehead against the human's, his heart pounding so violently he almost thought he would faint.
,,… And you should. You have every right to do so, Nite. But if you would never touch me again, never even look at me… I would still love you…'' he said quietly, listening to the gentle sobs of the man in front of him. ,,It has taken me a very long time… Not a long time to love you, not even a long time realizing… But it has taken me all but too long to say it…'' he said, leaning against the sorcerer's face, brushing their faces against each other. He didn't kiss him, but just the sensation of the damp, warm skin against his, made him long for it even more. ,,I love you,'' he whispered against the pale lips.
Nite's lips were soft and insecure when the small man leaned forward. Seymore didn't even have time to react, before the sorcerer kissed him again, hard and needy, before he went slower, almost begging him not to let go of those lips. He could feel the sorcerer's body shake, but he didn't let go of him, and he kept kissing him, as if he would never do anything else again.
,,I love you,'' Seymore whispered again, as if repeating the words made them any truer. ,,I love you so much. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that I didn't say… That I never told you, I'm sorry for being a coward, I'm so sorry, Nite…'' he chanted in between kisses.
,,You say that now,'' Nite tried, but couldn't pull away from the troll for too long, ,,but the moment she comes home, you'll pretend like nothing is going on. You're going to sell me for just a little more time,'' he sobbed against the green lips. ,,If not I mess it all up, with some… weird, magic stuff, I just can't let go of… I'm sorry, I know I hurt you too… I was too stubborn and proud, too curious… It's not… It's not all you…'' he sobbed, hiding his face in the crook of the troll's neck. Although his uncomfortable position, still half-laying on the throne, he just held the shivering man in his arms, cuddling him gently. All the softness he had longed for was in an arm's reach, he just had to reach out now.
,,… I'll tell her,'' he said quietly. ,,I'll write to her, or I'll be by your side, if you so wish, if you want to tell her yourself. I… I wasn't ready back then… I'm sorry, that I kept you waiting, all this time… But I am… I am ready now, if you'll let me,'' he said, kissing the small man's cheek.
,,… Do you really mean that?'' he asked, pulling away to look at the troll's big, uncertain eyes. Seymore nodded, smiled, and held around the small man again, pushing them as close as he possibly could.
,,Yes. I should have done so, back then, too. I… I was too scared… of everything… Of your mother, of the consequences for both of us, but… I was scared about feeling this way, too…'' he said gently, wiping the human's tears away. ,,When I went away that night… I came back, because I wanted to… I wanted to do this, and do it right, but… I still couldn't…'' he said, painfully remembering the ring placed in his hand. ,,The ring threw me off. That's not your fault, I understand why you were… Why you are mad at me… I always tried to act like an adult, insisting that my troll age had nothing to do with my immaturity, but… I wasn't acting like an adult…'' he admitted.
,,… I thought you acted out of fear… About everything. About telling my mother about the book, about trying to get back together… And I'm… I am still angry with you, for that, but… I know I didn't make it easy for you, either, but I just wanted you so much,'' he said longingly, kissing the troll again. ,,I thought, that this… This was simple enough, that I wouldn't dwell too far into the past, with you, that I could still touch you, like this, but… When you looked at me, you looked more in love than you ever did back then, and it… It makes me so angry…'' he said, still sniffling slightly.
,,I didn't fall for you because you hit me or because you're more dominant, Nite,'' he said gently, making the sorcerer look at him again. ,,I… I always suspected that you chose this way of connecting with me, because it… on the outside, at least, seemed to distance us, emotionally… But you only did things you knew I liked… You always stopped, if you were in any doubt about how I felt in a given situation…'' he said, lifting the small man slightly to place himself more upright on the throne. ,,I don't love you more now than before because you pulled back your emotions. I longed for this ever since I left your room that morning,'' he said truthfully.
,,But I'm a different man now… Everything about this is different…'' he said, his voice shrill.
,,Behind those red eyes, and all the pain and anger, I still see the man I fell in love with,'' he said, gently kissing Nite's forehead. ,,I feel… guilty, that you have this… But this is part of who you are… No spirit can change who you are, and no spirit has… If anything, you could have been as harsh and pained even without this,'' he said, gently touching the mark on the sorcerer's forehead. It felt warm, not like skin, but he didn't pull away, even if his heart raced so intensely. ,,And things will never be, as they once were. That's a matter of time. I can't deny… that we both hurt, pretty badly… But I can only hope you'll give me a chance, to change that.''
,,But I… I don't understand how you…'' he said, sobbing again. ,,I feel so lost… I feel so broken… I did… I did this, to have some purpose, to regain my purpose, but I feel so… useless…'' he admitted, touching the half-moon on his forehead. ,,I'll go outside, and I'll be arrested in a heartbeat…''
,,… Why?'' Seymore asked, suddenly concerned. ,,You… haven't done anything, have you? I mean… I know black magic is forbidden, but…'' he asked slowly.
,,You don't understand…'' he said shakenly. ,,It's illegal to have black magic… Even if I haven't used it, it still amplifies everything I am and can do…'' he said. Nite's skin felt chilly, but Seymore just held him tighter.
,,… That book… Where everyone is written down… Can that trace black magic, too?'' he asked.
,,No. Black magic isn't traceable, like that. Demons are very powerful,'' he said quietly. ,,But it's on my forehead, Seymore. It wasn't supposed to be there!'' he said anxiously. The troll flinched at the sound of his own name, a welcomed sound, he had missed. ,,You act like you don't even think it's a big deal, but you were scared of even healing back then!'' he whined.
,,It is a big deal,'' he said calmly. ,,And… I am scared. But not scared enough, to scare me away… This was something you would have wanted, regardless of us… And I… I want every part of you, Nite. Also the parts I don't understand, or the parts I don't always feel comfortable with, because… even if I'm scared of magic… I'm not scared of you… Not then, not now…''
Seymore kissed him again, slowly and dearly, holding him tightly in his embrace. Nite's slender body felt like nothing on his lap, as the small man himself clung to the troll, whimpered, and sobbed against the green lips, but didn't let go of them. He kissed him, as if he tried to catch up with almost two years without it.
,,Do you still want me?'' Seymore asked gently, when Nite finally let go, curling into his embrace. He nodded, clinging to the troll's chest.
,,Of course I want you!'' he croaked, his voice fragile and cracking. ,,I've wanted that for so long, but I'm… I'm scared, that you only want this, because you want to make up for how things were before…'' he said. It hurt him that Nite thought so. He understood why, but now it finally hit him, how much he had wronged him and screwed with his perception of himself; the one thing he had wanted to avoid.
,,… Can I make a suggestion?'' he asked, feeling how cold and shivering Nite was in his embrace. ,,Can we have this conversation in the bathtub? You're really cold, and I don't want you to get sick,'' he said gently. Nite nodded and was about to crawl down from the troll when Seymore stood up with the man in his arms. ,,Do you mind if I carry you?'' he smiled, cradling the small human.
,,… No… Ahm, not if it doesn't bother you…'' he said, his cheeks heating slightly.
,,It doesn't. Not the slightest,'' he assured him. ,,If anything… I've missed this very much,'' he said, kissing the small man before he began to walk down the hallway. He would have to gather their clothes later, but it wasn't important right now. If anything, he just wanted Nite to heat up, and hopefully, for the first time in what felt like forever, he would be able to sleep beside the small man he cared so deeply for.
Nite didn't say anything as they walked through the hallway. He wanted to start the conversation himself, but he suddenly felt a loss of words. He had always known that things wouldn't be easier, just because they liked each other, if anything, it still made things more complicated. But if Nite would believe him, that Seymore wanted it all, all the complications, everything Nite had become, and that he wanted to do everything he could to heal his past mistakes, maybe it didn't really matter how complicated it would be, then.
,,You can put me down now,'' he said as they entered his room. Seymore stood by, waiting patiently for the tub to fill, as his own body finally cooled down and felt sticky and aching. Mostly, Nite seemed tired, but he could see, just by the uncertainty in his eyes when he glanced over his shoulder, that he was scared.
Scared of what their talk might lead to, he suspected. Nite had longed for this moment, but now, it was all too real, and under circumstances where he couldn't really keep up, anymore.
,,Nite?'' Seymore asked gently when it looked like the sorcerer was lost in thoughts. He looked up, confused, as to why he was even here. ,,… May I come closer?'' he asked instead, as Nite seemed to get back to his senses.
,,You don't… You don't have to ask permission… I know I, ahm… I said I wanted that, but… not if we're… Not if I'm not your…'' he tried but gave up when the troll came to stand behind him. He gently placed his big, green hands on the small man's shoulders, squeezing them slightly as Nite seemed to steady, just by the touch. ,,Why am I feeling so weird, right now?'' he asked quietly, leaning backward in the troll's embrace.
,,I don't know. Is it weird? Would you rather that I… go?'' he asked.
,,No, of course not!'' he said, turning around panicked. ,,This is what I mean, Seymore! It always feels like you just… want to run away!'' he screeched, his eyes worried when he realized his outburst. ,,I didn't mean to-,'' he tried, but Seymore just smiled.
,,No, you're right. I don't want to go, Nite,'' he said calmly. ,,But I don't think I'm always the most calming person for you to be around… And if you felt weird about… this, then I thought that you maybe wanted a minute for yourself, to think about… what you want… In general, with this… With… me…'' he said slowly.
,,I want you to stay,'' he said, taking the troll's hand and guiding him into the big, warm tub. ,,I want you to… be here, with me… In my bed, eating with me, just… like it was, but…'' he said, covering his body with the hot water. Seymore opened up his arms, gesturing for the small man to come closer to his embrace, and Nite happily did so. They sat like this, quietly, for a while, but Seymore could tell that Nite had something on his mind, that was hard for him to put into words. ,,… I don't think… I deserve this, really…'' he said slowly.
,,You don't think you deserve that I'm… here, with you?'' he asked confused.
,,No… Yes, but… I realized, when I traveled with my mother, that… you were right. I always thought that she would somehow not really… care, that much, but… She really wants to marry me off… Not just to anybody, she clearly had her favorites… And she is so uncultured that it's insulting,'' he said harshly, shaking again, but this time, it was from anger. ,,And I… I don't really think I deserve… anything… I've been mad at you for so long, but you're still the… I mean, for me, you're…'' he tried, turning his body to look up at the awaiting troll. ,,… I love you… And it should make me so happy to hear you say those words, to me, finally, but… I just feel scared and confused,'' he said apologetically.
,,It's okay,'' he said, leaning down to kiss the small man again. When he put his arms around him, Nite was still cold and shaking, not heating up by the water at all. ,,We don't have to rush. I'll stay right here, by your side, for as long as you wish me to,'' he smiled, leaning backward to get both of their bodies further underwater. ,,… Does it hurt you, that I hold you, like this?'' he finally asked, dreading the answer.
,,Yes,'' Nite said, his big eyes sad by the fact. ,,But not that much. Don't stop holding me,'' he begged.
,,I won't,'' he promised, gently kissing him again. It had almost been as unbearable to wait for this, as it had been before they had ever kissed, but now, Seymore had all the time in the world to make up for all the touches he hadn't been able to give him before. His lips grew more impatient, his kisses more hungry. He could feel Nite's teeth scrape against his lips, the small man whimpering into his mouth, but not letting go of the troll he clung himself to. ,,I've missed this so much,'' he said longingly, holding the small man even tighter. ,,I want you so much, Nite,'' he whispered.
,,Again? But we just-,'' he started but got cut off by the troll's gentle chuckle.
,,Not like that,'' he smiled, kissing the sorcerer's forehead, feeling a gentle warmth pulsate through the mark. ,,I want you, in every way, you'll allow me to. All that is happy, and simple, and true… But also, every time you need to cry, or you're angry, or you just need me to be there. I thought… I thought I was that before, but no… But I'll be that now,'' he whispered calmly. ,,I don't want you to ever feel I just want to rub myself off against you. I want you to feel as special, as I see you,'' he smiled, continuing kissing the small man.
,,I would like that…'' he smiled. A genuine smile, just as beautiful as he remembered it. Even if the eyes that grazed his presence were red, his smile was as familiar and safe as he remembered. ,,I… ahm… We can be… lovers, now, right?'' he asked flustered, trying to hide his face in the crook of the troll's neck. Seymore chuckled again, his voice deep and soothing for the small man in his arms.
,,Yes. We can be lovers. I would like that very much,'' he cooed gently. Nite's body seemed to heat up now, just a tad at least, and so did the mark on his forehead. Nite had always been pretty cold, but not to an extent where hot water had no effect at all, so he wasn't really sure if it was due to the young man himself, or the half-moon.
,,But I don't want to be… your Master, not like that,'' he said. ,,I don't want to hit you or… torment you, or…''
,,You didn't torment me, Nite,'' he interrupted. ,,I mean… I wouldn't let you mark me all over, if I didn't want you to. It's okay if you don't want to be my Master, and it's okay if you don't want to play with dominance when we… if we have sex, but… Don't stop, because we're lovers, and you believe that's something lovers don't do, it certainly can be…'' he said slowly. The flustered young man looked up at the gentle troll, his eyes glossy anew. ,,My apologies for asking, but… You didn't dislike that stuff, did you? I… ahm, I could read the situation wrong, but it seemed to really excite you, when you were… very rough with me, that is,'' he said, feeling his own cheeks heat up. ,,And I… I like that stuff, Nite. You know I do.''
,,I do like that stuff, but… I just feel weird about it, afterward… Maybe because… I know you like it, but I can't really wrap my head around… why you would like me to do so…'' he said slowly. ,,I… I didn't say anything, but… I felt terrible when I gave you… this…'' he said, slowly tracing the big scar on the troll's left shoulder.
,,… I understand why, but I don't mind these marks… If anything… I'll never be able to forget this…'' he smiled, but this didn't seem to calm Nite the slightest.
,,That's the problem! I was so angry that I… I did this, just like the scars on your face, and I-,'' he tried but stopped when his voice cracked.
,,But Nite, I got these marks, after I longed for you, for… years, almost… I let you mark me, because I… I took some pride in letting my Master mark me, but I don't see these as filled with hatred. For me they're… love marks,'' he blushed, feeling his own throat tighten a little. ,,But you don't have to be my Master, to satisfy me. You don't have to be anything, in particular, I just want… you.''
,,I… Really? You don't… mind them?'' he asked curiously, letting his hands wander the troll's broad body. ,,I really wished you would have let me heal you…'' he mumbled.
,,I know,'' he smiled apologetically. He took in a deep breath before he took the sorcerer's hands in his. ,,I never… really got back to what we were talking about before we got here,'' he started. ,,I don't want to be lovers, just because I feel bad about the past. I can't fix my mistakes like that. But… I can only hope, with time and guidance… that I can somehow make up for betraying your trust, while… being your lover…'' he smiled gently.
,,You… You don't have to take all the responsibility… I mean, I… Should I have told you what the book was about?'' he asked concerned. ,,You would have wanted to talk me out of it, wouldn't you?'' Seymore nodded regretfully, knowing how much it would have sparked debate, even if he had known about it beforehand.
,,I would… I don't… like the thought of you, having black magic, but… I don't really understand that concept, either… Maybe, if you… If you want to, you can teach me a little about what it means, because… You don't seem corrupted,'' he said, although he knew Nite hurt when he touched him.
,,I could have been,'' he said seriously. ,,I… I can be… I don't know how to use my powers correctly, but… I still have more control, than I had back then, I guess…'' he shrugged. Seymore leaned down, gently kissing the small man's shoulder, making him squirm in his arms.
,,Will you tell me about it, at some point?'' he whispered, kissing Nite's neck just as carefully.
,,Yes, but… then I want something from you,'' he panted, holding the troll's head in his hands. He looked very serious, but Seymore couldn't help but chuckle.
,,Anything,'' he smiled.
,,… Anything?'' he repeated, and Seymore nodded, to the best of his abilities. ,,I want to know about… why you came here. I want to know what happened with him,'' he said, almost sternly.
,,Of course,'' Seymore chuckled, not even expecting him to bring it up again. ,,And I will. But not tonight. Tonight is not about him, it's about you,'' he smiled.
,,And you,'' he protested. Although he seemed frustrated to wait even just a little longer, he finally nodded, before letting go of the troll's head. ,,… You promise?'' he asked softly.
,,I do. But I fear it's nothing like you think it is. Really, in hindsight, I was the problem,'' he admitted. Nite was quiet for a while before he chuckled.
,,I somehow believe that, actually. But… That doesn't mean you can't be hurt yourself,'' he shrugged.
,,You're right. But I don't want you to think he did something unspeakable to me. If anything, I just find the whole thing… embarrassing, now,'' he said flustered. ,,I want to ask you, what you want our relation to be? I think that's much more important to talk about now,'' he tried.
,,… I don't think I understand. I want… a relationship? I mean… Ahm, if you want me to be your sir or Master, I can, but… I much rather be something… simple?'' he tried, looking at the troll as if he had all the answers. ,,I mean… what do you want?'' he asked instead.
,,I want… to sleep beside you tonight… and kiss you good morning, when we wake up,'' he chuckled, even making Nite chuckle as well. ,,I'm very flexible. If it was easier for you to keep the emotional parts at a minimum, I could probably handle that as well… If it hurts when I touch or kiss you, that is… But if you ask me, what I want… It's all those things I have really missed, not being spanked, not even sex itself,'' he tried.
,,I think that's hard to believe,'' Nite chuckled, leaning up against the troll's heavy body. ,,I can feel you against my leg. Don't act like you're so soft that sex is meaningless.'' Seymore couldn't help the groan that built up in his throat, knowing all too well how it affected his otherwise sore body when Nite was this close to him.
,,I mean, sure, I want to have sex with you, but… I've missed kissing you so much. You have no idea how many times I've wanted to lean in or to beg for you to kiss me when you've fucked me,'' he said, his voice a little raspier now.
,,Is that so?'' Nite smirked, leaning closer to the troll again. ,,I think I would have liked you to beg for that,'' he said seductively but closed the space between them regardless. Nite's kisses were a little more dominant than they used to be, but he matched the troll's pace wonderfully.
,,Then please, don't stop kissing me,'' he said longingly, feeling the small man's lips on his again. If Nite could feel the troll's cock getting hard before, he didn't want to think about how it ached now. In the past couple of months, he had rarely wanted to pin the small man down as he used to, and while he wasn't sure if Nite wanted to keep being on top, he couldn't help but to feel warm and excited by how greedily he kissed him back. ,,I love you so much,'' he chanted against the pale lips. Nite sat up a little, his red eyes wondering and nervous, all of a sudden.
,,… Ie hakovuth gorotu.'' Seymore almost thought he had been drifting off to sleep. The words didn't make sense at first, due to Nite's thick accent. But then he realized, both with horror and pride, that the sorcerer was speaking troll.
,,I love you too,'' he growled, smiling fondly at the small man. ,,When did you learn to speak troll?'' he asked, his face heating slightly. He had never heard anyone but trolls speak his language.
,,I noticed… years ago, actually, how much you growl during sex… And when you spoke to me, in troll… I realized you probably did that when we were intimate because you dirty talked in troll…'' he said slowly.
,,… You're not wrong,'' he said underneath his breath.
,,I know,'' Nite smirked, making the flustered troll whine embarrassed. ,,When I came back, after my trip with my mother, I tried to learn troll. It's a lot harder than any other language I've tried to learn, and I… I don't know if I say things right…'' he admitted.
,,Then, speak to me,'' Seymore growled, making the small man alert again. He could see that Nite understood him clearly, and remembered all the lewd things he would say that he undoubtedly had understood as well, making his cock ache a little more.
,,I don't know what to say,'' he growled, speaking with a weird, distant accent, Seymore had never heard before. ,,It's very hard to go as deep, as trolls do,'' he explained, still growling to the best of his abilities.
,,But you understand me? That's very impressive. All your words are right, even if you think it's hard,'' he growled, reassuring him by putting their foreheads together again. Sitting this close to him was almost intoxicating. ,,You learned a whole language to find out if I dirty talked?'' he growled, chuckling slightly.
,,I mean… Yes, but mostly I… I love you… I want to know everything about you, about your culture…'' he growled slowly.
,,I'm very impressed. I've never talked with anyone who could troll, that wasn't a troll themself,'' he growled, smiling gently as he held the sorcerer dearly. ,,You're not as cold, anymore,'' he noted, growling happily.
,,I don't feel cold, either,'' he growled, clinging to the troll's shoulders. ,,Will you take me to bed?'' he asked, his voice seemingly getting tired, but he still growled to the best of his abilities.
,,Of course,'' he growled, rather smoothly pulling out the cork in the bathtub, feeling the lukewarm water drain away from their rapidly cooling bodies anew. ,,Let's dry up, love,'' he said gently, untangling his wet body from the sorcerer's.
They dried off fairly quickly, and Nite threw himself into the big, warm bed, already exhausted, it looked like. But he still perked up, when Seymore laid beside him, grabbing blankets and pillows to make their stay comfortable, not even hesitating to lay beside him.
,,… You lied to me, you know that, right?'' Nite said after a while. Seymore wasn't sure at first, but it was clear what he meant when he began growling again: ,,Trolls don't have a word for 'love'.'' He repeated the words Seymore had told him on his 16th birthday. He had never really expected Nite to find out, but it shouldn't really have surprised him. ,,… But I guess I lied about the earrings, too… I just… really wanted to know, for sure, if you… actually liked me,'' he said quietly.
,,I know,'' he said regretfully. ,,I should have told you. I just… I wasn't sure I was ready, back then… I always thought it would be much harder if we had to part, had you known that I liked you, just as much as you liked me, but… I'm not sure I was right about that,'' he smiled sadly. He had missed being in Nite's bed, he thought mindlessly, as he closed his eyes. Not because it was big and soft, but because of laying here, with the small sorcerer in his arms, their naked skin pressed together. ,,That was the first word you tried to learn, wasn't it?'' he chuckled, kissing him gently.
,,It was,'' he smiled, clinging to the troll's lips again. He knew it could never be as it had been in the past, but he hoped he would get something almost as comfortable and soft as it had been before. ,,I'm not mad about that, really… I think… I think I understand why you were so hesitant… You might not be that old, but you want to act very mature…'' he said gently.
,,But you're not… all wrong… Although I did suspect something dubious about the book… I was scared… I was scared to out you, because I didn't know… what she would do… And I was afraid I would have to leave this place, for good, and in that regard… leave you too,'' he said quietly. Nite laid his head against the troll's chest, briefly looking up at him. The red eyes weren't harsh, anymore. If Seymore simply had gotten used to them, or if Nite was just the same as before, despite the spirit possessing him, he couldn't know.
,,Did you mean it? That you would… tell her?'' he asked. Seymore hesitated for a moment before he nodded.
,,If you want me to, I will. I mean… You can leave the castle now, right? We will figure something out, out there,'' he smiled, but Nite didn't seem so sure.
,,… It's not very wise to wander around with this. It's hard to cover up, trust me, I've tried,'' he sighed. ,,I don't… want her to know, but… I know she'll ask about my betrothal again… And I don't want that, I never wanted that, even before the two of us… ever did anything,'' he said.
,,… Then I guess she'll find out when she brings up the betrothal again?'' he said gently. Nite nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer.
,,You promise that you won't leave? Right?'' he asked quietly. ,,I know you say you won't, but… it's so hard to believe…'' he whispered, hiding his face against the troll's chest. Seymore took both of the human's hands in his and kissed them dearly. He wished he had kept the ring from back then, but he hadn't. It had gotten lost after he went back into his chamber that day, and he had never been sure where it went.
,,I promise,'' he smiled. ,,I don't look forward to telling your mother, but I'm ready. I'm ready for it all, love,'' he smiled, making the man beside him blush again.
,,I like the sound of that,'' he smiled brightly.
,,Of what?'' he chuckled, when Nite climbed on top of him, resting his light body on his.
,,You, calling me love. I like that a lot more than anything else,'' he sighed happily.
,,You're very sweet,'' he said, still smiling up at the small, yawning man. ,,Are you tired?'' he asked, even though it was obvious.
,,No…'' he lied, moving to kiss the troll again. ,,… You'll be there tomorrow, when I wake up, right?'' he said nervously. Seymore hummed against the sorcerer's lips.
,,I will, don't you worry,'' he said, kissing him again. ,,We don't have to talk a lot more, if you want to sleep. I just… I want to be on the same page, in a sense. I want to know that we see our… Our relationship the same way,'' he explained, curling their fingers together.
,,… I think I would like it to be like dancing…'' he said after he had thought about it for a while. When Seymore looked puzzled up at him, he elaborated: ,,I would like you to take the lead and guide me, because I don't know how to do this. And then, when it feels right… I probably want to take the lead as well, at some point,'' he said, chuckling at his own words. ,,I guess it sounds stupid?'' he asked shyly.
,,Not at all. I can do that,'' Seymore assured him gently. ,,I missed all of this, so much. How curious and awkward you are, how beautiful it sounds when you chuckle… How your eyes glimmer, when you look at me,'' he hummed, continuing to kiss the small man again. It was hard to stay apart from his lips for too long. He almost didn't feel tired when he kissed him so longingly.
,,You… You said my eyes had changed,'' Nite noted, suddenly very awake anew. ,,You said they were red?'' Seymore looked confused at his loved one. How could he not have noticed?
,,… Your eyes are red, Nite. They were brown before, mahogany, so yes, they were reddish, but your eyes are… albino red, now,'' he said, trying to describe them to the best of his abilities. ,,Although… I don't think they are as red now, as that night you came home,'' he said, looking more intensely into the man's deep-set eyes. ,,How can you not see that?''
,,When I look in the mirror, they are still brown,'' he said confused. ,,I don't see any difference from how they were.''
,,I don't understand that,'' Seymore said, looking deeper into his eyes. He remembered how Nite's eyes had briefly changed color in the past, to the same, vivid red as they had been that night he came home, and he remembered how the red eyes would turn mahogany just the slightest second as if something in Nite was imbalanced. ,,I don't… I don't think this has anything to do with the half-moon, Nite,'' he said, gently holding the sorcerer's face. ,,Your eyes changed color every once in a while before the half-moon, too,'' he told him.
,,That's strange,'' he said, letting his own hands run down his face. ,,… Human eyes aren't supposed to do that. Especially not to red…'' he told him.
,,I thought it could be a magic thing, so I never mentioned it… Not before that day, when they didn't turn back to mahogany…'' he said slowly. ,,… Could this be part of the reason why your mother didn't want you to leave the castle?'' he asked gently. Nite shrugged and slumped down beside the troll again, curling himself into a ball against the troll's warm, safe body.
,,Who knows, really? I mean, I could ask her about my heritage, but I don't really think she would give me an honest answer, anyway,'' he said, closing his eyes. ,,That's why… I wanted this,'' he said, pointing to the half-moon. ,,I wanted to be something myself, regardless of who I was supposed to be. I know this was not what you meant, but… It felt right when you told me I had to live for myself,'' he yawned, hugging the troll tighter.
,,You're right, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I said that…'' he mumbled underneath his breath.
,,I have one last favor to ask you,'' Nite said, either ignoring the troll's prior statement or simply not hearing it. ,,I want you to move in with me.'' Seymore blinked a couple of times before he looked down at the half-sleeping man in his arms.
,,… We already live together, don't we?'' he asked confused.
,,Yes, but I want you to live in here. Have your stuff in here,'' he smiled. ,,The castle is big. There'll always be other rooms for you to hide in if you need space away from me,'' he shrugged, making the troll's chest tighten.
,,I don't need space away from you,'' he said gently. ,,When I needed space, it was because of me, not you,'' he tried.
,,Is that a no, then? You don't want to move in here?'' he asked tiredly, looking up at the troll again.
,,No, no, not at all. I just… don't want you to think you caused me to pull back, in the past,'' he explained. ,,My stuff doesn't take up much space. It'll be easy to move it, tomorrow,'' he said, feeling drowsy himself, all of a sudden.
,,Good. I like the sound of that,'' he said, a sleepy smile on his face. It was a long time since Seymore had had the opportunity to look at the small man this closely when he laid so comfortably in his arms.
,,Get some sleep, love. We'll figure it out tomorrow, I promise,'' he said, kissing his forehead again. Weirdly enough, the mark didn't feel excessively warm now. This was something he had to get used to, but mostly; this was something he wanted to get used to.
He closed his own eyes, his heart settling down, as the rush from the evening finally daunted on him. He had wanted this, ever since that morning he came back after talking with Feylin. And although he was still anxious about it all, and probably always would fear that Nite could find better and would end up leaving him, he mostly felt at peace, in a way he couldn't have imagined. Maybe magic could change the world, he thought sleepily, as he drifted off.
He almost thought Nite already was asleep, when he heard the faint, giddy chuckle by his side.
,,This means we are lovers now, right?''