Caught
(Written by @olimnia) Olivine has no problem with the guards. If the chosen one is here they must have business. However, it's so late in the night that the castle’s greeting staff are long retired, so they pick one soldier and harass her. Bring me to the prince. No it can’t wait. You’re not busy anyways. If the Prince catches word of how you’ve treated me-- They follow her at an uncomfortably close pace to the prince’s suite. when she slows to a door they step in front of her. They deliver three heavy pounds.
Jack answers two accessories away from bare nudity. His helm and his collar. Ollie stops short of pushing him over to enter. They’ve lost steam at the sight. Chaotic energy spilling over and meeting… This. A picture of stability. Tall, broad, hair long and undisturbed, clearly not sleeping this late, and his aura. Fiery dark, divinely independent, pantheonless and rich in self worship. Hunger seeps in.
“I’m here to eat and to bed,” Ollie snaps at the equally astonished prince. That demand will get them everything they’re sure, but they did hear another voice in the room, “Already hosting company?” Wondering if he’ll dismiss a bedmate for a date he’s only met twice.
“Ah, It is Frost,” Jack clears his neglected voice, “He is here, but you may not be able to see him,” and despite that warning Ollie is immediately allowed into the room. Jack is a little hurried now. Tails twitching in an alert way that makes them sure he’s going straight to one of their demands.
Ollie certainly can see Frost. He’s even more nude than Jack and not at all shy about it. It's their first time seeing him in a human shape. Long and folded elegantly about the ornate couch. Skin as dark as his base coat, hair as striking as his roan, and somehow smaller than what they expected. Not that he isn’t enormous, he’s nearly Jack’s size and stockier in the legs. Last of all is a sinister smile; he’s delighted and utterly smug to be seen. Ollie can neither find the meaning of Jack’s warning nor what's so funny to Frost.
“What's the matter with Frost?” Ollie asks, not hiding trepidation and not wanting to talk directly to the man they’re seeing. He’s way too amused- doing so must be a trap.
“He’s cursed,” Jack says. His back is turned, having beelined to the wine cabinet. “He cannot reveal his humanoid form under the light of sun, nor to anyone who cannot shapeshift. Attention slips even at the hint of him.”
Ah. Ollie goes cold. I should not be able to see him. They do not reveal their own alternative form lightly. Only one man knows this secret, it was their last measure to escape him, and he’s probably dead. They shed all their gifts of light in that form. Dismembered, enormous… an undisguised aura of malice. No one would mistake that for their good patron’s doing. However, there is no hiding its existence from Frost now, and he’s not betraying them by speaking up. They look the unicorn dead in the eye. He’s waiting. They say, “So he’s hidden from anyone who is not granted a divine shape or is not themselves a deity?”
They’ll allow the pair to put that together; the clean excuse and the truth. Having a second form is a god’s blessing, the only reason why they’d assume the chosen one doesn't have one is because the bards don’t make up anything consistent or verifiable. Dragons, birds, wolves, and lions, all wrong. However, the pair know more than the public. Jack has seen my appetite. They can discover the truth with so much revealed but Ollie won't retreat from their plain-sight strategy. Jack’s back is still turned as he makes the wine selection and Ollie’s time to tap out is coming to a close. A few more beats and that's permission enough for Frost. The unicorn rises from his spot and they meet while Jack finishes his pour.
It's a fluid movement. Hardly considered. Frost bows his head to invite his honors and Ollie doesn’t withhold it. A kiss between his lip and his chin. Contact is a chill of power, freezing, purifying, so counter to their own aura that the mix burns to Ollie’s senses, but it's Ollie’s prima that has dominion. Delicious. They wonder if his supernatural senses extend into that level of detail. There is no way to know without an invasion into his mind. They expect that he can hide anything behind a poker face. A disfigured unicorn must be able to, less he fall into insanity. Ollie lingers longer than intended. Hungry.
Jack gasps with a splat of drink.
Ollie didn’t see what Jack’s expression was like when they first kissed Frost’s equine form. Was it anything like this? The display in front of them now is colorful. They don’t know him well enough to fully interpret it either. Delight, maybe jealousy, blushed- embarrassment or arousal, definitely shock. However, Ollie does know enough to be vengefully satisfied. We play dirty to turned backs. They don’t say it, instead they allow him to flounder.
“Liege, I don’t believe I was completely introduced, as I’ve had to assume your rank,” Ollie says, bringing attention to the purpose of the kiss. They’re beginning to doubt that Jack understands. His inner fire is radiating so much extra heat they can feel it from here. What is he imagining?
Frost tilts his chin upward in pride, “I believe so. I was introduced as a lover and a mount, what more am I, Jack?”
Jack sputters, “Right. How daft of me. Ollie, this is Frost, Prince and Second heir of the Wild Winds, God Soul to the Ivory Grove; Husband and rightful owner of my truest love. Noble abhorrent to all those who would defy his grace and logic.” Ollie would have guessed most of that but hearing it out loud only makes them hungrier. All that power. They step towards Jack to fetch the half spilled glass from him and demand up close, “I’ll need more than wine,” then to Frost, “Help me undress, godsoul.”