[ @inadequxcy ]
So much freedom had undoubtedly tainted the proud prince’s sense of decorum. Such a long hiatus away from all those stifling expectations and responsibilities made him feel as though he owed the world nothing but his strength. But at the same time, it had done nothing to curb his selfishness or propensity to think that he was owed the heavens and the earth.
As a result, he had the unfortunate habit of demanding things he wanted the seconds he wanted them. And there was one particular someone who had caught his eye.
Truly, it was laughable when he thought of how their impromptu relationship had started. As with many things, it began with physical violence. Berkut was certain he despised the mage, then. But as time went on, he kept seeking him out -- at first to antagonize him, but soon it became apparent that he simply craved the redhead’s attention and would do anything to get it. At first, he achieved this end with harassment, but he soon refined those attention seeking skills in a novel way.
Here in this secluded stretch of Askr’s sacred halls, he made himself known, practically ambushing the slightly older mage. Strong arms wound around his midsection as Berkut gave that same infuriating smirk he always did when he assumed he’d be getting what he wanted.
“Greetings...” he purred softly, toying with the mage’s hair.
