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Post by Tyliana on Jul 31, 2018 16:00:39 GMT -6
Aeq nodded, pressing a kiss to the man's temple. "I did not expect it to be quick, mi amore. A good kill must be planned, practiced. You must know your target as you would a long time lover." He grinned almost predatorially, his hand moving up along his husband's side.
"You must know how they move, how they think. It is like a dance. Where they lead, you must follow. A Tango. A seduction. Just out of arms reach until, with a snap, you draw them near again. Over and over. Again and again. Until the tune ends and your fangs are upon their throat, and the beg, so beautifully, for you to end their sweet suffering."
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Post by demikara on Jul 31, 2018 16:04:15 GMT -6
"Habibi, Hayati, Rohi." He murmured. My love, my life, my soulmate He pulled the other close and peppered his face in kisses. "Dance with me." He begged, rather a bit too distracted now. The other had a way with words and it drove him insane. Then again, his husband was well aware of the effect he had on Milo, and neither made a secret of it.
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Post by Tyliana on Jul 31, 2018 16:37:40 GMT -6
And so, they danced until the sun would rise, and Aeq made Milo take them to bed. Yep.
timeskip
The sun had just barely sunk below the horizon when Aequitas woke again. At the moment, he was sitting on the kitchen counter, sipping at a cup of hot coffee. Some habits never change.
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Post by demikara on Jul 31, 2018 16:41:32 GMT -6
Milo was going through some paperwork at the kitchen table, which was more often used for paperwork than anything else when he sighed and pushed his laptop away. "Habibi. You...you wanted to know more. Of the court, and who we are to it?" He really did not want to have this discussion with the light of his life, but it was going to happen. Hopefully there was going to be leeway. The other understood the rules had changed, but well.
"Admittedly, we'd have to discuss this soon anyway, especially with my parents...passing." He hated the council rather passionately for that one, but his parents had been cocky, had gotten overconfident, and got caught red handed. "But it is a difficult subject, I suppose."
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Post by Tyliana on Jul 31, 2018 16:55:03 GMT -6
"Si," he mumbled around his coffee mug. He was ready for this conversation. It was time his husband had learned to trust him. What could be so bad? It wasn't as if his husband went around killing people for no reason. He'll, even when they hunted, they left their prey alive. Ish.
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Post by demikara on Jul 31, 2018 16:59:42 GMT -6
Aequitas may be ready, but Milo wasn't. "You know we are of the Dragon Court." He started simply. "And that occasionally, people, other vampires, have called be Zara." That had happened when they were hunting. "Zara....well the head of the court is called the Ra. His or her consort is the Isis." Gender didn't really matter. He hesistated a moment. "Their children...are called Zara. Son of Ra." Gender didn't matter on that either.
He had not mentioned this to his husband before.
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Post by Tyliana on Jul 31, 2018 17:08:38 GMT -6
He nodded along, a slight tilt to his head. "Tu Madre y Padre. They were Isis and Ra. So you are Zarra." He had remembered his husband mentioning the Zarra before, after all.
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Post by demikara on Jul 31, 2018 17:11:30 GMT -6
"As are you." He admitted, cheeks dusted pink. "As my husband, though they would call you consort." He looked a little embarrassed. "With... well, with their passing, Bartholomew...Balto as our family calls him, is the Ra." And there was no Isis yet, though no doubt there would be soon. Still things changed. "It means that while we are still Zaras, we are also considered dukes. It is...we are supposed to help him run the court." Please don't let his love make the connection that Milo had, looking that folder over yesterday.
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Post by Tyliana on Jul 31, 2018 17:20:56 GMT -6
Aequitas slowly lowered his mug, an amused tilt to his head. Slowly, one brow raised. "Your consort? Mi amore, there are worse things to be." He then set his mug down and slid from the counter top.
Dukes. That was a medieval term. But his Marido looked embarrassed. "So we are to be his... council, si? His familia---" He stopped talking.
It wasn't any wonder that his husband was nervous. He thought they were like a Mafia. He moved over to the man and rest his hands upon his shoulders. "Milo, mi amore, mi corazon... This is not that."
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Post by demikara on Jul 31, 2018 17:25:06 GMT -6
Milo smiled up to his love. "You see why I was so nervous." He murmured. "The resemblance is..." His shoulders slumped. "But yes. We are to be his council. And expected to...help...govern." They'd handle smaller things. Her held his husband's hand to his cheek and nuzzled it. "There is more love. Courts require funds, after all." And he hadn't covered that remotely. This was going to be a high level overview. Details could wait.
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Post by Tyliana on Jul 31, 2018 17:30:44 GMT -6
Aequitas nodded, gently brushing his thumb along Milo's cheekbone. "And how are these funds handled?" He asked gently. If they were being tithed and he didn't know about it, he could understand being mildly upset. But he wouldn't be able to complain. It wasn't as if he had a steady income, after all. His jobs were fewer in between, since he wasn't openly dealing weapons.
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Post by demikara on Jul 31, 2018 17:33:52 GMT -6
"Tithing, partially." This was going to be fun. "Every vampire must pay, or the court withdraws its protection." He looked embarrassed. "It is a portion of income, so that fledglings do not struggle. And for the first 50 years, it is covered by the sire. Brandon, for instance, despite being a very grumpy duke, was being covered by Mother. Now it falls to Balto." Which is mildly hilarious. "But also, well. Others may seek shelter. For a fee that is, ah, enforced."
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Post by Tyliana on Jul 31, 2018 17:38:49 GMT -6
He would have been more amused at the way his poor husband was phrasing things, but he was caught on something. "Dios Mio... do you mean to say that you have been paying for me? Just so you could stay in your familia?"
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Post by demikara on Jul 31, 2018 17:44:47 GMT -6
Milo flushed. "Well. Yes?" He was caught on that? "I mean, of course. Why wouldn't I? It's no trouble for me." And Aequitas, well. Selling weapons as a vampire was trickier than one would assume. At least so far his husband was being understanding. "Habibi, it is an honor to pay for you."
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Post by Tyliana on Jul 31, 2018 18:54:40 GMT -6
He frowned, taking his husband's face between his hands. "I will find another job. You should not have to pay my way, as well."
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