BEAUTIFUL MISCHIEF

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[beautiful-mischief]

beautiful - mischief

multi-muse fantasy role play blog

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primary muse: malus 🧚

please note that aislinn is on temporary hiatus 🗡️

[beautiful-mischief]

“Shower with me, love? Save water?”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 — 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Stretching out all slow and feline amidst the rumpled sheets and the morning rays spilling in between the gaps in the blinds, fingers interlocked above his head, Mal’s lazy grin only broadened with that soft murmur of an invitation. The pretence of saving water was hardly required, all persuasion entirely unnecessary — it would be an unusual day indeed if he ever even remotely considered turning down such a request — though he made sure to admire a gloriously naked shiftling from his idle sprawl for a few heartbeats longer, savouring the swell of warmth in his chest at that easy utterance of love. Perhaps he was easily pleased (scratch that, he most definitely was) but even the simplest of endearments uttered from William’s lips was enough to get him giddy as a lovestruck teenager when their shared feelings were still such a wondrous revelation.

“Gladly.” He hummed, coaxed easily from his bed, fingers tangling with William’s as he tugged him across the hall towards the bathroom with all its sweetly fragranced concoctions and pink and white bath-mat cheekily emblazoned with the words get naked. “I’ll wash your hair for you, if you want?”

[thunderousmemes]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 — 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

(soft light, tangled sheets, and the kind of silence that says everything)

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖

“You’re awake… I was wondering how long you’d let me watch you sleep.”

“Stay here a little longer. Just like this.”

“Your heartbeat feels calmer than it did last night.”

“You look different in the morning. Softer.”

“I could get used to waking up like this.”

“Don’t go yet… the bed gets cold without you.”

𝐖𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊… 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓

“…So, are we pretending that didn’t happen?”

“Be honest—do you regret it?”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen between us.”

“I don’t know what this means. Do you?”

“If you want space, say it. Don’t make me guess.”

“We crossed a line last night, didn’t we?”

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒, 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒

“You should’ve heard yourself last night.”

“Keep looking at me like that and we’ll never leave this room.”

“If you keep touching me, round two is happening whether you like it or not.”

“Want me to remind you how you begged?”

“We really broke the bedframe, didn’t we?”

“I’m not done with you. Not even close.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏

“Last night felt… different.”

“I didn’t expect to fall asleep in your arms.”

“Tell me you don’t regret it.”

“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”

“Why does this feel like more than it should?”

“If I kiss you again… it’s because I mean it.”

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘 & 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

“We really shouldn’t have done that.”

“Someone’s going to notice we’re both missing.”

“This is going to make everything harder.”

“We’re in trouble if anyone finds out.”

“I don’t know how to act around you now.”

“Last night changed something—whether we admit it or not.”

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 & 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅-𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏

“You stole all the blankets again.”

“I made coffee… but don’t ask me how drinkable it is.”

“Shower with me? Save water?”

“You look cute when you’re confused and half-awake.”

“Breakfast or round two? Choose wisely.”

“Please tell me you remember last night… because I definitely do.”

[resourcesofaqueen]

send 🔥 + a spicy question for my muse.

this could be a question about their kinks, about fantasies, about preferences etc.

[beautiful-mischief]

mal’s pinterest part ??? 🧚

[beautiful-mischief]

mal’s home aesthetic 🧚

[lamignonette]

[vampirecorleone]

"The show must go on, Satine. We're creatures of the underworld. We can't afford to love." Moulin Rouge! (2001) dir. Baz Luhrmann

[eclecticlysm]

-- @beautiful-mischief

   Something of an oddity walks into the flower shop. For one, it's a fish.

   "To stop and smell the flowers is an idiom," Críonnacht mutters. The silver salmon swims around her host, "Has your son the poet ever explained to you what that means?"

   The second of the pair is no slouch himself. Pale-skinned and blue-eyed, snow white hair tucked under a baseball cap and tied in a braid cascades past his shoulders. He ducks to make it into the store. "Calm yourself," he replies, "There's no rush. Disaster follows the man like a lonesome dog." He takes off his hat to wipe sweat from his brow. "I daresay he will find us. A moment's reprieve from the sun is all I ask."

   The shop is a nice place to do so. Probably. From what Fionn can actually see.

[beautiful-mischief]

“Right, so that’s a dozen roses to be delivered on the twenty-third…yes, I will make sure they’re fresh.” Irritably fidgeting with the pen in his hand, twirling the sparkly gel-pen between his fingers, Mal scanned over the information on the order form before him and eagerly awaited the moment that he could drop the cheerful facade of customer service, tilting his head back and loosening an aggravated sigh when finally he was able to hang up.

Fucking men. Though their need to atone for various mistakes and other such inadequacies helped pay his bills, there were only so many red rose apology bouquets that a florist could take. He was half tempted to outlaw them, resolved himself to make a note about doing so as he tucked away the order form — only to suddenly, abruptly lose his train of thought as a fish came swimming in through his door.

Blinking, taking a moment to confirm that he was indeed seeing true and that the inane phone call that he had just suffered through hadn’t irrevocably shattered his sanity, Mal quickly plastered on a smile for the man that followed after, though oddly enough he didn’t seem perplexed by the glittering-scaled creature darting through the air. In fact, he seemed to be talking to it.

“Can I…help you?” His gaze flit hesitantly between the two, supposing that if the white-haired stranger could see the weird spectral fish thing too that there probably wasn’t any point in pretending that he couldn’t.

[beautiful-mischief]

"Mal. Do you think I don't notice you staring at my arms? Pay attention, it's important."

Said right before a twirl of his sword and a barely repressed smirk.

“Oh, I’m paying attention alright.”

Perhaps not on mastering the use of his new gift, but that was beside the point.

Mal’s impish grin came easy, broadening as he huffed a warm breath of laughter at the playful twirl of William’s sword, its blade gleaming in the light, the shiftling’s muscles flexing with that fluid, practiced motion. He had always made swordplay look unfairly easy, effortless in a way that belied the centuries of practice; the florist might not have been quite so accomplished, but the lessons were well worth it when there was always the added perk of watching the shiftling at work, a mouth-watering picture befitting of an action hero on a movie screen that was, to the smaller man’s delight, entirely his.

“Show me again?” He urged, a mirthful glitter in his gaze as he lowered his gaze to his own sword, endeavouring to imitate that stylish twirl but then almost dropping it — shit, it was heavier than the practice blades he was used to — spluttering out a laugh at his own meagre attempt. “I promise I’ll watch very carefully.”

[beautiful-mischief]

It had not taken long for Alfheim to feel like a second home over the span of their courtship, such was inevitable when Loki had found himself so easily charmed by the beauty and magic of the elven realm, but to return there as a marred couple, to know that now it truly was a home for him — the very thought was enough to conjure up a contented warmth in his chest as they were ushered along into the open carriage and began the journey to the palace. It came as little surprise just how much pomp and ceremony accompanied their arrival, from the garlands of fragrant blooms draping almost everything in sight to the crowds of adoring onlookers who waved as they passed it seemed no effort had been spared, and though in his pragmatism it all usually might have seemed a touch unnecessary, Loki couldn’t deny how heartening it was to receive such a warm, enthusiastic welcome from his husband’s people when amongst the Aesir he had spent centuries feeling like the black sheep of the family; here in Alfheim, at least. none of that seemed to matter.

“Oh, but it’s hardly a performance, is it?” Loki countered with an impish grin, eyelids lowering to something sultry and playful as he leaned in to press his lips against Aednan’s, basking in his warmth as the elf wrapped loving arms around him. “Certainly not when you must have kissed me a thousand times since the wedding day at least. We’re hardly out of practice, husband.”

With any luck their appearance on the balcony would be the only bit of theatre that they would have to partake in before their honeymoon truly began — the dark haired prince supposed he could oblige the people the chance to revel in their wedded bliss for a moment or two before they returned to that bubble of peaceful, private happiness that seemed to have encompassed them since. At least here in Aednan’s chambers they had an hour to themselves, to brace for the inevitable whirlwind, though if he stopped and listened for it he could hear the excited, anticipatory chatter of the crowd that was amassing in the square outside.

“It is good to be here.” Loki hummed, sighing happily as he propped his chin on his husband’s shoulder, enveloping him in an embrace with a fond, playful curl of his lips. “I think I might as well be considered an honorary member of the Álfar now, hm?”

[algrimthestrong]

Aednan succumbed to Loki's seduction easily, happily, smiling against his lips as they kissed. Having Loki in his arms, knowing he was wholly his, hearing Loki call him his husband, filled Aednan's heart to overflowing. He'd never seen himself as the type who would content himself with the affections of a single partner; marriage had always been something he'd laughed at, a cage he never wanted to be trapped in. Meeting Loki, getting to know him, had opened his eyes to the wonders of love. Loki completed him in a way that nothing else and no one else ever had or would. "No, I suppose we're not," Aednan agreed, eyes glittering impishly. "But that won't stop me from kissing you senseless. I thought you'd prefer me doing that now, while we're alone, rather than in front of the entire city?"

In truth, Aednan had no qualms about giving people a show, but he knew that his lover was not quite as fond of being in the spotlight as he was, and Loki's comfort came before his own, always. Being alone with Loki was a welcome opportunity to rest and relax a little after their travels before they would make their first official appearance as a wedded couple. "It's good to have you here," Aednan agreed, happy to be rid of the inconvenience of travelling back and forth between their realms, spending a few days together, never knowing when duty would call and one of them would have to hurry back home. Gaze softening with tenderness at Loki's next comment, Aednan gave a hum of agreement. "Mmm, that you are. Our people adore you." He turned his head so he could press his cheek against Loki's, happy to simply enjoy the intimacy of their embrace for a moment. Soon enough, though, his hands began to wander. Being this close to his beloved, the elven prince was unable to restrain the impulse to touch.

Aednan slid his hands under Loki's tunic, stroking slowly up and down his back. "What are you in the mood for, magpie? Want to lie down for a little while? I could give you a massage?"

[beautiful-mischief]

It seemed like something of an inevitability, the feeling of Aednan’s soft, warm hands wandering, slipping beneath the hem of his tunic like there was some magnetic pull that compelled the elf to touch him, but bathed in the warmth of his husband’s gaze and that feeling of belonging welling up within his ribcage Loki felt little urge to complain. He already had no doubt that his dear peacock would take full advantage of their audience once they stepped out on to that balcony, truth be told the dark-haired prince was already bracing himself to be swept off his feet like some kind of fair maiden from the sordid romance novels that his husband so adored, a moment of romantic theatricality to appease the masses of elves that had travelled to see them, but for the moment he was content to savour this blissful, private peace whilst it lasted.

“A massage?” Loki pondered with an easy smirk, turning his head enough to brush his nose against Aednan’s. “Tempting, but we both know where such a path will lead with those wandering hands of yours. I would sooner leave something as lovely as that for a time where we can both truly enjoy it — but I suppose we could lay down a while and relax before our grand entrance.”

Reluctant as he was to untangle himself, he did so enough to tug the elf towards the bed, their fingers loosely intertwined. He wasted little time in making himself at home there, laying his head down in Aednan’s lap once the other prince had situated himself against the headboard and flashing a lazy smile up at his husband as he did. “How about you set those restless fingers to playing with my hair?” He suggested, a warm glitter of mirth in his gaze. “You can even braid it, if you like. I shall endeavour to stay awake, though I will make no promises.”

[beautiful-mischief]

ooc

lurking here while i’m watching the projekt funball one-shot, send me things perhaps?

[beautiful-mischief]

mal’s pinterest part ??? 🧚

[beautiful-mischief]

Of all the wonderful things about the new studio, Mal had to admit its proximity to the palace had become one of his favourites; even whilst working on the renovations he had come to realise just how convenient it was being only a short drive away, fairly certain that they’d tested the limits of just how quickly one could make it between the two whenever Cenred had come along to visit, of course with the intention of distracting him more than anything else. He could already imagine his boyfriend showing up with cups of coffee on a whim or stopping by for lunch dates, though once he had some staff he imagined they’d have to be slightly less handsy with one-another than usual.

“I think it’s at a point where I should only have to pop over there a couple of times a month, unless there are any particularly big weddings they’ll need me on.” The florist mused with a shrug. “I trust the girls to run it for me, but I’ve told them I’m always at the end of the phone.” He hoped to find as trustworthy a team to help him here in Essetir, though Cenred was quite right about the background checks needing to be slightly more extensive given just how close they were now, but that was something to fret about for another day.

“Everything’s mostly still in the early stages — consultation calls, designing, that sort of thing — but Mithian actually got in touch.” Mal grinned. “She said she’ll have me doing the flowers for every single party she hosts before long, with an invitation of course being a part of the deal. I think she’s already bragged about me to all her friends, too.”

[beautiful-mischief]

“I’m sure I can carve an evening out of my very busy schedule to get dressed up for an evening out together.” Mal pondered with an easy smile, a playful glimmer in his gaze. “As if I’m ever going to turn down the chance to actually see the inside of Buckingham Palace. It’s one of the best things about floristry too, you know — you get to see inside all the posh venues that otherwise they wouldn’t let riff-raff like me into.” If he could even call himself that anymore, given he’d more or less become something of a minor celebrity the moment the news of their relationship had become public; either way, the florist still couldn’t entirely shake the giddy disbelief that he was actually welcomed within such spaces whenever such opportunities presented themselves, fairly certain that people from his background only got this far by being extremely lucky indeed. He could only imagine what his mother would have said, knowing how things had worked out for him.

The florist’s gaze was warm with affection as Cenred insisted upon lending a hand with his first event, glancing adoringly up at him as he lay his head back against his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Of course I’ll have you.” He teased. “It’s looking like I’ve got a wedding in a couple of weeks at a villa out in the countryside, it’s only a small one which is why I didn’t mind taking it on so last minute, but you could come with me to set everything up? We’ll have to hide somewhere and wait for the end of the ceremony and then move the arrangements into the reception whilst they’re having their cocktail hour, but with two pairs of hands we’ll be out of there in no time. It’s not that far from the cottage, actually.”

[beautiful-mischief]

“Is that a thing?” The pixie’s freckled nose scrunched at the mention of ectoplasm, though the soft breath of laughter that spilled forth and the warm glitter of mirth in her gaze made it plain there was no true disgust there; she’d certainly had her fill of downright gross situations, when she was her usual size it was kind of inevitable, but she could never feel that way towards a friend, especially Occtis. “You know, I’d just hug you anyway, if you wanted one.” Thimble teased. “What’s a little goop between friends, huh?”

When she had mentioned her rather obvious lack of wings Thimble supposed she ought to have anticipated the puzzle that Occtis would see it as, her smile irresistibly creeping wider as she noticed that look on his face — something focused and intent that had always been the sign his mind was whirring behind lurid green eyes. “I’ll get used to it.” She assured, an affectionate amusement in her gaze, lifting her shoulders in an insouciant shrug. “It’s only temporary, I guess. But if anyone could figure it out, it’s you.” His cleverness had always astounded her, and fortunately undeath seemed to have done nothing to curb that insatiable craving for knowledge. Before she could speak again her train of thought was swiftly derailed by the sound of…rumbling, but the pixie’s gaze brightened excitedly as she glanced down and realised its source.

“Pin!” Beaming, Thimble unceremoniously scooped up the little patchwork fox into her arms, delighting in the novelty of actually being able to properly cuddle him as she planted a big smack of a kiss on the top of his furry head. “It’s still me, little guy.” She laughed. “You look so tiny when I’m like this.”

[enspelled]

full   of   playtime   energy,   pin   wriggled   vigorously   in   her   grasp,   giving   little   whines   as   he   licked   her   face   with   his   bright   green   tongue.   occtis   would   usually   poof   him   back   to   himself   when   he   got   this   rambunctious,   but   if   anyone   would   be   okay   with   it,   it'd   be   thimble.

“    y-   you   got   him   excited,    ”        he   said,   with   a   smile.   he   came   closer,   scritching   the   fox   behind   the   ears,        “    he's   definitely   gonna   want   to   play   hide   and   seek   later.    ”        it   was   his   favored   game   with   occtis.   with   smaller   fey   sometimes   too,   but   he'd   usually   pout   whenever   they   flew   somewhere   he   couldn't   fit   —   considering   it   'cheating.'

“    .   .   .   he's   missed   you   a   lot,    ”        occtis   said,   quietly.   sometimes   a   person   could   have   trouble   saying   as   much,   because   it   left   you   wide   open   for   your   vulnerability   to   be   exploited.        “    all   the   worst   stuff   seems   to   happen   when   you're   not   here.    ”

[beautiful-mischief]

It turned out that wrangling a squirming, playful fox was a lot easier when you were human sized, the pixie’s bright, cackling laughter chiming out as Pin began to lick her face, evidently having gotten over the strangeness of her being big rather quickly. Thimble was wholly unrepentant for getting the little creature all excitable, it was nothing new for her to encourage a little mischief of course, though as Occtis suggested hide and seek a dawning realisation had her pouting. “Aw, hide and seek’s gonna be so much more difficult when I’m like this.” She complained, supposing she hadn’t considered that particular downside of being person-sized in the midst of her own excitement; the novelty most definitely hadn’t worn off, foiled hiding plans aside. “I’m usually so good at it!”

As Occtis ventured closer, something tentative but also achingly sincere in his voice, all the impish mirth in Thimble’s expression ebbed, her gaze soft. “I’ve missed him too.” There was the faintest knowing curl at the corners of her lips as she affectionately nudged the wizard with her elbow; it was obvious, of course, that she had missed him most of all, and quite rightly it seemed that everything bad seemed to happen when fate saw fit to wrench them apart. The thought filled the pixie with a pang of guilt as she let her gaze flit up to meet his.

“I really am sorry, that I wasn’t there.” Her own voice was softer now, filled with none of its usual raucousness and ebullience as she gave a soft shake of her head. “If I had just been there at the Palazzo, maybe —“ Maybe things would have been different. Or maybe she would have had to watch her best friend fall, another piece of her heart shattered. She’d have slain Ethrand on the spot, of that Thimble was certain.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM CRITICAL ROLE: VOX MACHINA, EPISODE 44: "THE SUNKEN TOMB" *  assorted dialogue from the campaign as i watch through it for the first time, adjust as necessary

god forbid, if something happens to us, they know where to retrieve our bodies.

your appearance fascinates me on so many levels.

i look forward to getting to know you.

i've met few as unremarkable as you in my travels.

i have some business to take care of here in the city before we go ahead and head off.

it's really quite painless. it's pretty cool.

i wonder if someone knows about a cavern under the lake.

maybe we need to breathe under fricking water.

is there a library nearby?

are you just going to stand there and watch me peruse then?

just kill him!

damn it! it hurts! it hurts me in my soul!

i kind of respect you. i'm a little impressed.

we've finally gotten to the end of your list of good names.

do your holy shit when we go there, all right?

i want to hear more about this.

this is beautiful. can i hit something with it?

i thought you were going to tell me a dirty joke or something!

i killed him! he's all over me! his bits are all over me!

can you give me a swig of that?

context is everything.

we're like a giant fart.

we probably should have talked out our plan before we did this.

at this point, i don't give a shit.

can farts travel underwater?

how far away is it under the ice?

we did some science!

let's try to set up camp in the trees, so we're not on the ground.

sit on the ground. your hair's a mess.

i saw something strange down there.

let me go take a look real quick.

it's going to be a big day tomorrow. we should probably get some sleep.

it's getting weird tonight.

why are you making it weird?

what the fuck are they talking about?

where did you get them? did you buy them?

i stole them, dude.

i believe you are a good man.

i've been thinking a lot about why we're together and what we're doing.

i think we're very broken people, but i think together, we are far greater than the sum of our parts. i like who we are together, and i think that's important.

it's good to want things.

i'm in a place where i'm realizing that i have to make decisions about what's important.

i'm sorry if i've done anything to offend you.

we're a bit of an awkward family, but we are trying.

we will rise. or if we fail, no one will ever know.

you are really fucking cool. you know that, don't you?

i've seen you checking out some of the members of our little group here.

i see the way you've been flirting with him. it's adorable.

it's not often you meet a man like that. so you run towards him. some would say, with your spear out.

can you guys talk a little quieter? some of us are sleeping.

for the love of god, let something attack us.

hey, you know what? we're not doing anything for you, you fuck, 'cause you didn't even try to help us.

you're all going to die. all of you.

can't you climb on shit?

hey guys. i don't trust this goo. it creeps me out. just be careful.

do you need more light?

i need popcorn for this.

i think someone has a crush!

i have a sword.

there's a big fucking hole in the way.

i could totally parkour that.

i can read bullshit.

happy anniversary, you dicks!

there's a fuck-you beam, too. there's literally a fuck-you beam.

oh, son of a fuck!

did you pee your underoos?

the fuck happened?

oh my god, i'm shaking.

i feel so cold.

why are you crying?

you fucking died.

did you set off a trap? is that how i died?

you know, he loves you very, very much. so very much.

walk with me for a moment.

i'm not sure what just happened, but i need you to know that you're very dear to me.

i want you to kill it. and i want you to write me and tell me how you did it.

you're a good guy too, even though you try really hard to pretend not to be.

stay near him.

you didn't need to apologize for stealing that kiss before.

who was your first kiss?

[beautiful-mischief]

Of all the wonderful things about the new studio, Mal had to admit its proximity to the palace had become one of his favourites; even whilst working on the renovations he had come to realise just how convenient it was being only a short drive away, fairly certain that they’d tested the limits of just how quickly one could make it between the two whenever Cenred had come along to visit, of course with the intention of distracting him more than anything else. He could already imagine his boyfriend showing up with cups of coffee on a whim or stopping by for lunch dates, though once he had some staff he imagined they’d have to be slightly less handsy with one-another than usual.

“I think it’s at a point where I should only have to pop over there a couple of times a month, unless there are any particularly big weddings they’ll need me on.” The florist mused with a shrug. “I trust the girls to run it for me, but I’ve told them I’m always at the end of the phone.” He hoped to find as trustworthy a team to help him here in Essetir, though Cenred was quite right about the background checks needing to be slightly more extensive given just how close they were now, but that was something to fret about for another day.

“Everything’s mostly still in the early stages — consultation calls, designing, that sort of thing — but Mithian actually got in touch.” Mal grinned. “She said she’ll have me doing the flowers for every single party she hosts before long, with an invitation of course being a part of the deal. I think she’s already bragged about me to all her friends, too.”

[kingcenred]

Absentmindedly, his fingertips brushed up and down Mal's arm as though it was physically impossible for him not to touch his boyfriend. Being in different countries just a few times a month rather than all week was almost too good to be true, and he nodded happily. "That's great. We can always try to arrange some of your visits so they coincide with when I have to attend an event in England, anyway. I've been invited to Buckingham Palace at the end of the month."

Of course Mithian would be one of his first customers, and he chuckled quietly. "Well, that's good. Mithian has enough friends to keep you fully booked for years. Although I'm not sure it's safe for me to leave you two on your own for too long, all my deepest darkest secrets will be out in no time," he considered, playfully, as he pulled Mal closer in to his side. Not that there was very much of importance that his boyfriend didn't know, anymore.

"Would you still like to learn Essetirian? I can find you a teacher, although I'm sure most of your customers will speak perfect English."

[beautiful-mischief]

A wide smile split Mal’s face as Cenred oh so casually explained that he had been invited to Buckingham Palace, shaking his head in amused disbelief. “Oh, but of course you are.” He laughed, teasing and warm. “Sometimes I think I’m used to all this royal stuff, and then you come out and say something like that and then I realise I most definitely am not.” As for Mithian apparently doing her best to make sure his name was on the guest list of every high society party or event in Essetir, he supposed it was simply one of the many perks of the circles he now found himself in; it was a good thing the florist was no wallflower when this new aspect to his life entailed so much socialising. “Is there anything else that I don’t know?” He smirked, brows raised expectantly as he gazed up at his boyfriend. “Speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

Lounging into Cenred’s side, another soft huff of laughter upon his lips, Mal paused and pondered his offer with an absent minded hum. It certainly wouldn’t hurt to learn more Essetirian, what with him staying on a slightly more long-term basis now, even if it seemed like just another thing to add to their already mile-long list of commitments. “Maybe I’ll just see if any of those language apps have Essetirian on them.” Mal shrugged. “That way I can at least work on it in my own time, and then you could quiz me on it, seeing as you’re the expert. Though I’m warning you now, I am not a good student — and not even in a flirtatious way, I’m being completely serious.”