Sure, it was a foolhardy move, but what else could be done? His love for the saxhleel was boundless, and he had to express it in some fashion, whether it be a hug, sex, or a simple kiss. Though, back in the furthest reaches in his mind, he couldn't help but feel like he was betraying Itan. Yet they never had anything physical by any stretch of the word, as depressing and miserable as that may seem. Regardless, his past was meaningless to him at this point; he loved Kors.
Porliss brought the other argonian into a warm embrace, letting a hot tear or two fall from his eyes. The memory of the agaceph dying was burned into his subconscious; at the moment, however, Porliss didn't know why he was crying. He hugged a bit tighter, burying his head into Kors's neck.
He was surprised when Kors returned the hug. Could it have been considered a form of forgiveness from the paatru's past sins? No, it was far too fleeting of a gesture and just as meaningless. Maybe more so it could have been a form of acceptance. Acceptance for what Porliss was now, rather than damnable pity for the toad's sobbing.
Porliss let go, much to Kors's surprise. He was getting ahead of himself. He wasn't ready for this; he was a wreck. He couldn't commit himself to somebody else, just to fail them in the long run. He couldn't open up to Kors, what the hell would he think? The jolly toad the hardened hunter may or may not have found attractive was nothing but a young tadpole, still frightened of the dark and the monsters in the Marsh. Even then, the thought had occurred to Porliss that Kors was just going to take advantage of him; treat him like an object that he would forget about in a week. Kors wasn't a man of commitment.
The kiss that Kors suddenly pulled him into spoke tomes against that very misconception. It was meaningful, something that could last forever and never wear out. Porliss returned the kiss passionately, the last of his tears drying up, and with it, the last of his doubts.
Porliss pulled away, laughing and croaking at the same time. This was where he belonged, in the warm and supportive arms of Kors-Kai.
Absinthe Party at the Fly/Honey Warehouse [Vestari/Kors-Kai]
Kors-Kai walked the streets of Whiterun idly. He had no destination anymore. He simply was admiring the town, watching people, picking easy marks.
A nervous looking Argonian entered his view and he decided to see about perhaps chatting him up. He hoped this one was Marsh-born, or at least spoke Jel. He was sick and tired of this Hist-forsaken language of men.
If nothing else, he would have what looked like an easy mark. The guy didn't look too aware of the state of his coinpurse at all times. Obviously he'd never been to Riften.
He approached and feigned picking up a septim off the ground.
"Oh, excuse me sir, I believe you dropped this." He flashed his signature grin, all teeth and charm, and held out the septim.
Song of the Shepherd's Dog [Kors-Kai/Dominic/Axel]
This town was nice. Yes. Very nice.
Especially after having a few mugs of mead warming your belly. That Honningbrew was better and better every time he had it. He still preferred Black-Briar mead, of course, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a second favorite.
He sauntered down the streets at random, not because he particularlywantedto saunter, so much as any faster sort of locomotion may have made him a tad unstable on his feet. He didn't mind though. The town was pretty anyways. The slow pace was enjoyable to just watch the people and th-
"OH SHIT!"
Suddenly, a child darted from a doorway in front of him, causing him to half-leap backwards. Normally, this wouldn't have been a problem, but the alcohol sloshing in his belly must have changed his weight (or so his story would be later, when explaining that "I did not fall like an idiot, the odds were against me!") and he began to tumble backwards.
After falling for what must have been six or seven hours at least, Kors realized he had stopped moving, and was, in fact, being held in the arms of a man. He found that his own arms were also around this stranger's neck. When had that happened?
"Well, thank you, my handsome stranger." Kors flashed his signature charming grin and winked, doing his best to pretend like he hadn't just tripped over his own feet like an idiot.
Kors sat on the overhang of one of the houses along a road that led to the market district. He had worn out his welcome there, he was pretty sure, when he pulled that stunt with that Argonian fellow, Swings. It's not like he was going to just screw the guy right there in the middle of the square!
He wouldn't have objected to such, he would admit, but he also felt that the fines involved would be a tad much.
He also had yet to meet a single Argonian that evenrememberedbeing back in Black Marsh. He had never missed home so much until he realized how many of his kind had never experienced it for themselves.
He picked some moss off the roof and idly threw it off to float to the ground below, unaware of any passersby that might have been under his feet at the time.
The Blue Ridge Mountains [Kors-Kai/Swings-Many-Swords]
Kors-Kai wandered the market district for about an hour, as it seemed to be a hot-spot for foot-traffic. If his brother lived here, he was sure to pass through this area, right?
He sat on the edge of the well, doing his best to ignore stares from the patrons and vendors. He picked through the wares at the stands, but bought nothing. About the time he began to get glares rather than stares from the vendors, he decided it was probably time to get out before he was kicked out.
He turned and began to quickly walk out of the square.
Or, hewouldhave, if he hadn't turned and barreled straight into another citizen at full strength, sending them both tumbling to the ground in a heap of scales and limbs.
"Oh Mara Fuc- Oh..." Kors noticed that the gentleman he'd knocked down was a fellow Argonian, and a handsome one, no less. He chose not to get up from on top of the stranger just yet, instead choosing to rest his head on his hands, propped up on his elbows, throwing on his most dashing and playful grin.
"Well, hello there, cutie." He booped the Argonian's snout with his fingertip lightly. "We've just got to stop meeting like this." He winked for good measure. He also hardly noticed the fact that the entire market had stopped and was now staring at them.
Brotherhood of Leafy Greens [Open RP] [Kors-Kai/???]
Kors-Kai entered the Bannered Mare. What a dump.
Mead was good though.
He had to admit, there were times he thought he just went from town to town to see which one had the best alcohol. Turns out it was Riften, but he supposed this place was fair competition.
He looked around the bar, more out of habit than from any hope he'd catch a glimpse of his brother. He'd been to so many bars, looked around so many times, he was wondering if Kal didn't want to be found.
Which was fine. Kors just wanted to know he was alright. As long as he was alive and safe, it didn't really matter what he was doing, honestly.
There were some... interesting characters around this inn, though, he noticed. He may have some fun here yet.
