closed starter for @amarhis | a hallway or something in within the nightmare city.
it was strange that now as adrius' second, cadogan somehow held more freedom than he ever did as simply another lord's only son - as if the day his father died was the day that cadogan was granted the ability to be born anew. it would've been far too addicting and ruined him if not for the responsibility he felt towards his pseudo brother. but still, cadogan dallied from the strict rules of duty and etiquette he'd grown up knowing so well, evident by the lady that he had pinned against the sharp stone of the wall. he wished to treat her gentler, to curl his own body around her smaller frame as if they were sweet lovers sharing breaths beneath sheets together. to take her under the cover of starlight where he may whisper words that compared her to the beauty of the night above them, till she was breathlessly giggling against his beard beneath a barrage of teasing kisses.
yet, her eyes were lit with blatant desire at the way cadogan roughly kissed her and he is reminded for the thousandth time that amaris only knows this side of him. the harsh bear of a man that had stolen her gaze from her own betrothed, that had snuck her frozen flowers as if they were gifts worthy of her and not a mere child's toy that he'd bought from the shops. amaris desired not the soft bits of him, but the harsh edges that she believed was all that he was made up of, and cadogan could survive that. if it meant he was able to continue kissing her senseless. " careful, princess," he teased, a low whisper that he spoke into her ear before he grazed his teeth along the shell of her ear. " i might begin to believe that you've missed my presence something fierce."
as if it was not cadogan who'd left their emissary behind to trail after amaris carefully; the way a wolf might've stalked a rabbit to eat for it's next meal. as if it was not him that had tugged her into the hidden alcove and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips, hand brushing dangerously along her wings. as if it was not cadogan that had been desperate for her since he saw her appear like a visage beneath the mountain weeks ago. " are the fae here not enough to satisfy you?"