#caeul

[kithartwigwrites]

“I don’t sneer.” Caeul sneered.

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[kithartwigwrites]

Insecurities, literal horns, and, yes, some dirty dancing

Caeul had spent long hours studying the curve of Mav’s horns. How they twisted like serpents around his head of thick hair and tapered to sharpened points just below his earlobes. And now, looking at himself, Caeul could only conclude that horns like these made any man look sexy. He wasn't a bad hand at illusion magic, by any means, but this... Caeul could only stand to look at himself in the mirror for a few moments, that’s how good it was.

He wondered how long the confidence would last. Going out in public with Mav was a bit like trying to keep up with a strong wind, Caeul always ended up about fifty feet behind in a cloud of dust.

It wouldn’t stay like that forever, Caeul resolved. If he couldn’t keep up with Mav, he’d just have to be his own storm. He emerged from the dingy bathroom, the smell of urine and vomit replaced by the headier scent of sweat and arousal, and the hint of cherries carried by the drink of the night.