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Any hope that the beautiful man would take that as enough of an answer and leave him to drown in embarrassment dried up and vanished when Marquis pretty name for a pretty person waved Kelâs former subjects over. A much better angle for the poses he was practicing but there was no way he was going to get back to work now. âThey donât, itâs not, uh. Itâs more that Samael doesnât much care whether I do the drawings or not. Theyâre just f-for practice anyway. While I wait.â He wished he was contributing art to the world rather than the means of various destructions. He could find out what Samael liked, do it as a giftâŚ.
Kel had been so distracted by the concept that it took nearly a full second to understand what Marquis had said. All he could do was blink at the man, a stranger- he only knew his name and that he worked under Hades! Heat flooded his face and he was ever thankful that blushes werenât entirely visible on his skin. âYou- What?â he wished he could sink into the floor. Why was he so affected by the question? Sure he didnât have much experience with people having that sort of interest and even less with people who were so forward about it, but still! He had to have some level of dignity and barely reigned himself in from just leaving- meeting with Samael be damned.
âOh, practice? Practice for what?â Marquis hummed, still peering over Kelâs shoulder at his artwork. Idly reaching over to tuck a finger under the shy manâs chin, Marquis guided his face up to look at the summoned dancers. âTheyâre beautiful, no? I trained them myself. The way their bodies move, how to act and look⌠it leaves you wanting moreâŚâ the head dancer hummed lowly, a small smile forming on his lips as he nodded in approval at the ensemble on the stage.
The Frenchman didnât say anything, clearly amused at Kelâs flustered response and heated blushes. He could practically feel the radiating embarrassment. âDo you mind?â he murmured, shifting their bodies so that he was properly facing the artist, turning him away from the stage. âI couldnât help myself. I have a hard time controlling myself around someone so⌠beautiful and charming as yourself. And I just wanted to know if your lips are as soft and gentle as they seem,â he mused lightly. There was a playful nature in his eyes, but Marquisâ expression was genuine. No more flirting, no more playboy, just a genuine request and pure fascination at the pure-hearted man that seemed to find himself in too deep within Hadesâ lair. âDonât go see Hades. Stay with me. I promise Iâll be worth your time,â he whispered gently against Kelâs ear.
The world tilted with Kel's view, that gentle finger stopping both his breath and anything he could say. His eyes flickered from foreground to background, unsure which he was supposed to be looking at. Another piece clicked into place as his mind worked feverishly-this too was a dance. A game maybe. Either way Marquis was looking to get something out of the exchange. Leave you wanting more. Now this was familiar, harkening back to the school days when cruel children would dare each other to ask him out. None of them meant the things they said, why would this be any different? Not a dare though.... Samael what are you up to?
Knowing the situation didn't help Kel's reactions unfortunately, so the touch burned as he let this stranger command his attention. "You just-? I mean I'm not, that's very..." Deep breath, calm down. Why didn't the words ring hollow like they had in the past? How could he say these things with an honest expression. Good actor. "You're very upfront about your thoughts then? That's admirable."
A shiver ran down his spine like ice as he realized just how close the other was, leaning back to cast sharp eyes over golden features. "You're worth far more than my time, I'm sure. And I doubt they'd be pleased with such a decision. Wouldn't want to get either of us in trouble, yeah?" Despite the words, he could feel his body settle in a way it didn't in these places. Would it really be so bad to make Samael come out and find him? Didn't he deserve some time with someone who liked him well enough- or could pretend to.
It could be nice to draw someone without hiding in the shadows.
















