Enamor me 😘
enamor me.
“I’d like you to come.”
Kou looks unimpressed - even more-so than usual.
“I am the crown prince,” he says, with poorly-concealed snobbery. Such a boy. “Of course I will be in attendance.”
“With me, Your Highness.”
“I,” Kou frowns. There’s abruptly a shade of caution to his voice, his posture, his demeanor. For all his sharp-teethed obstinacy, even he knows, few rewards are worth reaping when they lie in the minefield between a certain pair of jealous lovers. “I believe the General will be…unappreciative of it.”
“Then he can be unappreciative on Queen Daphne’s arm,” Cedric mutters.
A pause.
Then, Kou erupts into laughter. Cedric is generous enough of a deity to grant him grace, on the account of his attempt to at least cover the offending noise, with a hand clapped uselessly over the mouth.
“You’re jealous,” Kou manages, finally - so amused, he forgets for a moment with whom he is speaking. There is perhaps the weakest shade of something warm flickering in his eyes. It could be pleasure. It could be mirth. Cedric finds he’s never been able to tell very clearly.
No matter. Cedric returns his smile - slowly. Something sweet coils out of him with the deft grace of a true angel, and he leans forward, leans down, just slightly. The key to Kou is not sensuality, nor magic. Both fall upon deaf ears. Rather, it is perhaps to simply unsheathe some sliver of Cedric’s cultivated humanity.
( The flush of the cheek, the bite of the lip. )
“Keep me company, Your Highness,” he says, softly.
( Blink, slowly. Breathe, as if he needs oxygen to stand steady. )
Another pause.
“I’ll consider it,” Kou says.
