He matches his Court, I’ll give him that. For a moment - Mukuro stepped into a well of memory. Of being chastised by another Unseelie Fae who thought she knew something about how the world worked. It…sparked something, a strange second of joy before it was replaced with a sweaty need that wouldn’t let up despite Mukuro wishing he could claw it from his bones. He chuckled at the other’s annoyance - nodding along with the words spoken. “It wasn’t a dig.” He interrupted at one point. Turning from where he’d been examining some pile left on top of a chair, he smiled at the Fae. “It wasn’t a dig. I’m not calling you boy as a sign of disrespect but you’re all so young…” He glanced back to the pile - lifting a finger and gently pushing a tome so the stack would align. Better to keep it from toppling.
“So…volatile…it’s almost nice actually.” He was still standing in that well, his gaze far off. “I used to know other Fae from your Court. Many. They were the best of friends. People have the wrong idea about the Unseelie. They hear the word and they think ‘evil’ but that’s not quite true, is it? It’s rather more…vicious. Not evil but just…vicious. You’re vicious, aren’t you? Even though you’re pretending you’re not. You’re certainly letting me have it, hmm?” He walked back over to the desk, leaning on it - letting the other look him in the eye.
He didn’t stop any of it. He cared to listen as strange as it was. It was…refreshing. So many were so scared of him. So many cowered when he walked into the room. The utmost respect they didn’t really mean but gave anyway because it was all just a game and he was one of the strongest players. It was nice to hear it from someone so common. Someone who clearly held different ideals. Someone who wasn’t a Councilman or an ageless terror. Just a faerie with opinions. It was charming.
“This space might not look like much, but I guarantee there are things far more interesting in here than whatever you could provide.”
Mukuro held up one finger. “That is…I mean…that is uniformly untrue and you know it. Would you like to come back with me to Tokyo when I eventually leave this place for a few weeks? I can show you the facilities I have. Filled to the brim with artefacts from this world…and yours…” He let that sink in for a moment.
When the other reached for his hair, Mukuro eyed the hand tangled in it for a moment while the other went on before quietly taking a step back, pulling his hair free of the other’s grasp. “When did I ever ask for caviar and a gentleman? Now who’s being the assumptive one? You think that because of the life I’ve cultivated for myself now I’ve never rutted in the woods under the moon with leaves and twigs in my hair? Howling? But you’re right…I’m using you, aren’t I? And you’re going along with it? Out of…pity? Do you feel obligated because I am a Councilman?” The hair he’d freed from the other he twisted in between his own fingers, thinking.
“I’d rather keep you as a friend then if it’s all going to be thrown away for the sake of a pity-fuck. I can find someone else, Kharmine - I don’t mind but…that was all you had to say.”
And yet Kharmine couldn’t help but to think otherwise. Ever since he’d been captured and taken to the castle, he’d only ever been chastised but then thought as brilliant. They’d been hot and then cold, and Kharmine was neither. He was always straight to the point without being wishy-washy. Otherwise, it was a waste of time. However, the other thought himself to be different, and the fae wasn’t sure what to think. A tiresome sigh escapes and his arms would fold across his chest as he’d close his eyes for a moment. “Did you ever think that maybe you’re just old?” He’d finally say, his violet hues settling onto him again. “Of course I am younger than you. You were probably there for the birth of Christ for all I know. If you believe in that.” Not that he wanted to open that can of worms, but he figured the other knew what he meant. “It’s fine.”
The fae too, would comb his locks through, even dropping his head back to get the stray hair away from his neck. He’d pause as the other continued, and an even bigger irritation than he had before began to well up. As if old wounds would reappear. He didn’t expect the other to know him or his history, and he could not fault him for that, but even still-- talking of the realm was not a subject he wanted to broach on entirely. “It’s one thing to be vicious. It’s another to speak a truth that people are too afraid to say or hear. I have no relation to the Unseelie Court. We are not all the same.” Magic had been used to make Kharmine, thus making him an outcast for the entirety of his life. Had he cared? No...... maybe. Not that any of it mattered. He did not partake in the war, and hadn’t cared that the portal closed or people were enslaved. At least in part he hadn’t cared. Why would he when no one cared for him?
It was intentional but also unintentional as he’d clear his desk, making space. Though it kept his thoughts and hands busy as the two would banter and a laugh would finally escape the fae. Though he had to admit, he was somewhat interested now in what the other was saying. “Do I know it?” He’d glance over, teasing just slightly, though he hadn’t meant to. “I don’t know you at all, Councilman. You’re just threatening me with a good time at this point.” His back had been partially facing the other, but if one could see, there was a twinge of a smile on his face. “Again, I don’t care about my people, but-- I cannot leave...not...yet.” He’d had unfinished business that he didn’t have any intent on sharing with the other. “Maybe once I figure out the problematic project I have now-- then maybe..” He had not shown Mukuro, but it was clear that his skin had been marked with a cursed object, black veins along one arm and part of his chest in show for it. Khar would visit a certain hellhound to burn it out soon enough.
The fae would make his way back over, noticing in the way the other would retrieve his hair back and not bothering at first to move from where he stood across. “Am I? You cannot stand there being who you are and deny it fully.” The fae would walk around his now emptied desk to stand close beside the other, not caring at this point if he’d been in the other’s space. He’d meet his face, as if searching for something that he could no longer hear. That stupid little trinket keeping the other’s thoughts to himself. “It’s not pity. I could give you a suppressant if you wanted it to offer some relief, but I won’t. Clearly I don’t care who or what you are. As you’ve basically pointed out. So it’s not that?” His brows would furrow in question and mild intrigue now that he was actually close enough to get a decent look at the man. Khar would pause, letting the other finish until his hand would reach out to again take a piece of the other’s hair, leaning in just a bit so that their faces had been close as well.
“I’d rather keep you as a friend then if it’s all going to be thrown away for the sake of a pity-fuck.“
“Now who’s being assumptive?” Fuck the part of him that had been a trickster, because now he could not stop himself. Maybe the other had been right. Maybe he was vicious. Maybe that’s what stopped him from following through to begin with. “Just shut up and kiss me before I change my mind,” he’d speak rather lowly, the desk having already been cleared as they’d spoken. Kharmine, thinking ahead. He was no gentleman.
