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Pleasures of the flesh were not something that Rajakavi indulged himself in often. He was good at ignoring whatever pesky feelings of lust came about, instead focusing on whatever task he had to accomplish, but over time the build up of tension became too much for him. As much as he tried to fight against his nature, he was a red blooded man, and he had needs.
Aside from thinking of a night of passion as a distraction and something that wasn't worth his time, there was also a certain vulnerability attached to being disrobed with another person that he just did not enjoy. He actively avoided it. The thought of someone knowing something so personal about him, the story laid out by the markings left on his skin, was unnerving.
Still, as much as he avoided it, he had fallen into a sort of dependency on Lord Avarre, someone who he saw as experienced in such dealings. Someone he trusted enough to be less guarded around. He went to him whenever he needed to release his inhibitions, and then he went about his way, continuing on how he always had.
It was something he was deeply grateful for.
Rajakavi had traveled to House Lamasca by foot, under moonlight, the darkness of night partially hiding his meticulously styled hair, and layers of expensive silk robes. He floated through Casther, swept in his pondering of how the night would go.
He stood silently, eyeing Lord Avarre, his arms crossed around his chest protectively, trying to communicate to him wordlessly. He still felt so foolish whenever he spoke about these things.
Rajakavi cleared his throat, cocking his head to the side, avoiding eye contact with him, "I would like your assistance once again, I'm sure you know what I mean."
“As usual, I would appreciate your discretion, Lord Avarre.”