@hyangdo
>>If he hadn’t had the ego the size of some country it certainly was getting there. Sure the enticing kiss was a half surprise, but his mirrors words only sealed that deal. Ivories gently shined as his twin pulled away, orbs of crimson mildly lidded as that beast of a flame prickled the back of his mind. A finger moved to trail along the others jaw stopping at his chin holding the others features as if looking at a precious doll. Zen would never damage himself, no. He was too much a gift. As his other had said. How ever was he conceived by meager peasants? The world would never know, but standing before his reflection. Seeing himself in a way no one could, that breaking of his touchless reflection.
“You’re not giving us enough credit if you only say good. We’re divine, sensual art are we not? Unattainable looks, chiseled form-- everything everyone else desires. Isn’t it kind of fun to be so blunt and touch one another when women and men alike would melt in our grasp?”
Okay sure he was pulling airs from one of his plays, but holy hell was it an erotic setting. Petals of rusted rose closed once more upon the mirrors lips, a hand slipped around to the back of his neck holding him in place for the hungry kiss. Nails mildly clawing at the others scalp before trailing down that slender neck and over his clavicles. A sharpness to his gaze as flushed cheeks only emphasized his eyes, and lips parted for air once more. There’s a slight smirk to his visage and he slid his hand into the grasp of his mirrors holding it up gently. “Oh, how they could only dream of such things as this~”
