Battle-Born Son

[aisimos]

❝ They like it here … and I do too, I don’t want to go back, ❞ his homeland was naught but a dream, at this point. And what he didn’t say? ‘ our home smells like you, and when you’re away, I couldn’t leave it even if I tried ‘ . The prince’s eyebrows rose and a slithering smirk appeared on his features. ❝ So dramatic – it was blood. Mine. ❞ He’s not entirely sure why he brought it up, probably just because Phobos was certainly missed, and the desire to see him covered in crimson was never gone from Ajax’s mind.  ❝ You liked it.❞

[warliontari-blog]

Phobos made no efforts of restraining the cocky smirk that now tugged fiercely at each corner of his mouth. ❝--- You’re trapped here then, looks like❞ Phobos replied, aroused now by the thought of just how much power he had over his mate through the means of his absence alone. At the mention of blood, Phobos’ interest obviously perked and he looked to Ajax’s hand before reaching out his own to hold it. ❝I like any sort of blood...❞ he trails off, his nail sinking into the flesh of Ajax’s palm ❝except you’re wrong, I didn’t like it ... I remember that I loved it.❞ and with that said Phobos brought Ajax’s palm to his lips, pressing them against the bloodied skin in the form of a kiss before allowing the tip of his tongue to taste the sweetness that would help to quench a certain thirst.

[aisimos]

❝ Oh really? ❞ His tone took a different sort of nature then, sarcastic, no doubt, as brows rose and he canted his head to the side. ❝ — because I am fairly certain that there are three someones keeping me here. ❞ He had half a mind to flick his mate in the forehead for that, but he refrained. Instead, he moved on to the next question. ❝ Of course you don’t remember … you’ve known far too many years to recall certain events, no? ❞  Now he was back to teasing, and brought the pad of his thumb over Phobos’ bottom lip. ❝ We built you a temple, in Thessaly, next to your father and Deimos. I had never seen you … but my parents spoke fondly of you. So I decided to see for myself. I spent much time in your temple – in the rafters. And you came in one day, I expected to be afraid, but I was not. Instead? I gave you an offering anyway, ❞ he gestured to the palm of his hand ( the same hand that still had the scars of tiny teeth marks engraved into the side of it ) ❝ from here – and it fell right onto your forehead, when you walked beneath me. ❞ And of course, for extra emphasis, he brought his free hand to smear crimson along Phobos’ forehead.

[warliontari-blog]

❝You say that like you could not take our sons with you ... or that I wouldn’t hunt you down if you did.❞ This time, Phobos’ tone was lighter - more flirtatious - despite the seriousness of what he may have been suggesting. Although, what he’d truly meant by the comment was that distance would do very little to keep them apart - that Phobos would follow regardless of where Ajax went. As Ajax told his tale Phobos listened. Each detail spoken of struck a cord of remembrance, although the puzzle was never fully complete in the end. When Ajax smeared blood over fear’s forehead, Phobos stood confused, evident in his features as he pulled back just a little.  ❝No wonder I don’t remember. Your damn offering obviously gave me a concussion.❞ perhaps being a little over dramatic, he was. ❝... I don’t understand. What was the offering, again?❞

[polis99]

[aisimos]

❝ They are, and they hunt for me now … but I get bored. In Sparta — alone. ❞ While that was true, he was just teasing, mostly. A smirk curved on the younger lion’s lips, and he shook his head again. Though this time when he reached forward, the pad of his thumb brushed crimson across Phobos’ cheek. ❝ Do you remember the first time we met? ❞  

[warliontari-blog]

❝No one’s keeping you here.❞ He replied, not being passive aggressive in any shape or form, but merely stating a fact and teasing all the same (although it may not of been quite as obvious). The touch to his cheek was welcomed with Phobos leaning into it, yet it was the question asked that found him dumb-struck a moment ---- ❝... you know, after all we’ve been through that part is a little ... fogged. Why?❞

[warliontari-blog]

❝Should of expected as much,❞ Phobos knew Ajax would of heard him. Had there ever been an instance where he hadn’t? ❝ – make me.❞ Further weight is applied to the corpse, a form of defiance which was childish in nature.

[aisimos]

Laughter revealed blood-stained teeth as Ajax shook his head, ❝ do you want your sons to eat tonight? ❞ Claws are promptly, casually dragged through the crimson pooled around the animal’s throat. And even more casually, Ajax lifts the same paw, and flicks all of the blood at Phobos’ face. ❝ —-  get off. ❞

[warliontari-blog]

The laughter is contagious, but the fearer’s own is much more reserved. Crimson hues look from Ajax to the corpse beneath his feet, as Phobos begins contemplating his decision for a moment longer. Eventually the hesitation wares off, and after the blood had splattered across his face, Phobos removed his foot. ❝-- I would think them old enough to look after themselves.❞ he teases, crouching down now to be level with his mate. ❝I see not much has changed then.❞

[warliontari-blog]

 ——— ❝Always so hot-tempered when interrupted mid-meal❞ he observes, foot now resting upon the corpse that was to be his mate’s kill if he had not stolen the glory. ❝That’s real cute.❞

[aisimos]

❝ —- your feet are so heavy — I could have heard you coming from a mile away, ❞ violet hues flicker from the corpse, upward toward his mate ( who now has first claim to the kill, being the elder male )  ❝ Get off.  ❞

[warliontari-blog]

❝Should of expected as much,❞ Phobos knew Ajax would of heard him. Had there ever been an instance where he hadn’t? ❝ -- make me.❞ Further weight is applied to the corpse, a form of defiance which was childish in nature.

[museelo]

[warliontari-blog]

 --------- ❝Always so hot-tempered when interrupted mid-meal❞ he observes, foot now resting upon the corpse that was to be his mate’s kill if he had not stolen the glory. ❝That’s real cute.❞

[slayings]

Plenty of men in this place have done plenty of stupid shit just to hear Charles Vane call him a proper pirate.