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[daemonized]

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[verflair]

[ X’rhun doesn’t think it would be better in the least, and though he doesn’t say it, there is a stubbornness in his gaze, in the set of his shoulders, that makes his thoughts very apparent.

He wishes he could say he’s surprised by this reaction, but he’s not entirely. There is a dangerous edge to Ardyn’s smile, made all the sharper since he knows well what this man is and what he’s capable of. Jealousy is an ugly emotion on anyone, but with Ardyn, it comes with the promise of something terrible. To his credit, X’rhun doesn’t flinch away from that grin, holding onto whatever misguided trust he has that Ardyn won’t actually hurt him, but he knows he ought to tread with caution – even as the stark realization that Ardyn is jealous sounds like a gong, rattling the inside of his ribcage in a way that he is not sure what it means. ]

You won’t, Ardyn. I promise. I didn’t want to kiss her – she didn’t so much as speak a word to me, and I was taken off-guard. For that, I apologize.

[daemonized]

[No reply, not at first, knowing that a lack of words can be just as sharp, just as discomfiting. Placed at the right moment, letting nothing linger, might as well be like a knife against a throat, forced against a delicate pulse.

But he straightens, not keen on torturing X'rhun for longer than necessary, despite the way jealousy bites at his insides, searing through flesh. He regards him for a moment, smile still deadly-sharp, before retorting back.]

I don't think you understand. It doesn't matter what the circumstances are, the how's or the why's. I just don't want to see it again -- you're mine, you know. The next time I'll hardly be as composed as I am now.

[Whether or not that's true, he's sure no one really wants to find out.]

[verflair]

[ Ardyn certainly knows how to build tension. The quiet stretches just a moment too long, and X'rhun has the sensation that he is walking a very fine line. He supposes this was inevitable, getting tangled with a man as dangerous as he knows Ardyn to be. There is a certain amount of patience afforded to X'rhun, things he can probably get away with that no one else can, but this was one step too far. This woke something up, and currently it's bearing its fangs at him.

You're mine.

That should probably bother him, that show of possessiveness, but instead it settles in his chest, a nebulous thing that he doesn't care to examine, alongside the thrumming in his ribs. ]

Is that part of our agreement? That I'm yours?