#havenscaptus

William may no longer have a father to celebrate Fathers day with, but he can still celebrate with his Daddy~.

@havenscaptus

⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                     “So, what do you think about going up to Stonehenge for the Equinox?” The query came right out of nowhere, wholly unexpected given the nature of their previous conversation. One which had thankfully dried up as Dantalion was not a particularly keen individual on the topic of politics. But a proposition of travel was not a particularly common one from William, and certainly not to a place which was famed for it’s occult background and mysticism.

                  The two sat across from one another at the patio table of a local cafe William favored. The summer days had been warm, yet not overly so. Just perfect for a little outdoors seating of which to enjoy the day with a bit of iced coffee and light reading. William idly skimmed the paragraphs of his book through the dark lenses of his name brand sunglasses, perfectly aware he was being stared at and seemingly desperate not to give the game away. It was as if he knew were he to acknowledge Dantalion’s stare he would be subjected to teasing, laughter or even that ridiculous grin of his. Of course, the second he viewed such a sight he would lose himself and a grin would be shared in kind, utterly against his will.

                  But alas, eventually the feeling of eyes on him grated on the boy and without daring to look up he addressed his boyfriend.

                  “Look, before you judge me consider the scientific benefits,” he argued. “It will be the date in which day and night are nearly equal, and we can have a perfect view of jupiter and the moon in the sky.” He spoke as if this were his only goal, yet it was not difficult to decipher his true meaning. The former elector wished for seclusion, away from all others that would distract from their togetherness. But apart from that there was a lingering interest in the mystical properties of the place. William was so much more open-minded than he had been in his last incarnation and while at this age he had rejected magic and unscientific things completely, in this life he had no fear of expressing intrigue.

                  Not completely, anyway.

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⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    “That is none of your damn business!” William hollered in response. It was only by some deity’s good graces that the hallway was left unoccupied lest another rumor be started about the pompous Master Twining. He could just imagine it now; ‘William Twining dabbles in crossdressing! How disgraceful of an English Noble! His parents must be rolling in their graves!’. If he weren’t so angry right then the blonde would have seen fit to hide away and lement his life choices. Alas, Dantalion had goaded him and the boy’s temper had flared as a result.

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⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    Throughout Dantalion’s attentions that drifted between soothing and sensual the blonde felt his will to remain unmoved fade deeper and deeper into the shadows, until he hadn’t the presence of mind to so much as consider it. Not once did he feel motivated to pull his hand from that gentle grip, even when that warm mouth caused him discomfort with it’s ministrations. William would claim the temporary loss of his senses on the heat of the moment, though he knew the truth to be self-evident by the presence of that delicate pink blush which had spread over the apples of his pale cheeks and had spread to warm the bridge of his nose and even the tips of his ears.

                  Dantalion just looked positively licentious sucking on his bleeding finger as he did. Did he even realise? He must have. A man such as he would not claim ignorance over his own appeal. No, this was a being who fed off of attention, any and all, especially William’s. The boy was quickly falling under his spell, brought to mesmerized silence by the vision before him.

                  But of course, the vampire had to speak.

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⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    The elector heard his pillar out throughout his ranting with only mild irritation making itself known. In truth he was upset. More than upset. Dantalion had threatened Friday with bodily harm should he to anything the man saw unfit to his little William. Of course, ‘little William’ had caught wind of this bit of news and had confronted the demon over his grievous error. He wished to convey one thing here; that his loved ones, rivals to Dantalion’s claim on him or otherwise, were not to be harmed.

                  After the man had completed what William would describe as a rant he steeled himself with a deep, slow breath before speaking. Air was taken in until his lungs reached capacity and he held it just briefly, releasing it in a sigh. His eyes met Dantalion’s in a mutual stare, narrowed to convey his dominance. He would correct Dantalion’s fallacy this instant and, hopefully, establish boundaries.

                  “Just when I think you’ve gone and done the stupidest thing possible, when I’m almost certain you couldn’t possibly do anything more outrageous you just have to go and prove me wrong.” A groan fell from the elector’s lips and he massaged the spot between his eyes a short while, as if trying to nurse a headache. “So let me get this straight; you threatened someone who is by all accounts a relatively normal and sickly human being all because he failed to observe your beatsial claim on me. Does that about sum it up?”

My muse is currently in a maids dress. Send ۵ for your muse to walk in on them and they have to explain themselves.

⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    "It’s not what it looks like!!” The boy’s stout shrek could be heard halfway down the hall from his room, the vast echo aided certainly by the open door and the figure standing within the unobstructed doorway. The elector had no expected such an intrusion, though in hindsight he knew he rightly should have. Of course the moment he wished for complete privacy he would be interrupted by something or someone. And of course, as was his luck, the intruder happened to be the one he wished to see the least.

                  William felt the Grand Duke’s eyes drift up and down his form with a sensation that felt so nearly tangible it made his skin crawl. The arms which had instinctively failed to cover his partially exposed chest tightened against his frame and he glared through his panic at the man who’s visage had shifted from shocked to dark amusement within seconds. The elector almost wished he had something within arms reach to throw at him, though he expected it would do little good. The demon had witnessed him in a vulnerable state, living out a fleeting fancy which had only taken him by pure chance; curiosity over his last encounter with women's apparel.

                  While embarrassing, the event had made him wonder; the borrowed dress had been comfortable and had been strangely flattering of his slender figure. Would this maids outfit of Sytry’s feel the same? He regretted having attempted to find out.

⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    “It’s not bad,” the blonde insisted - truly it wasn’t much. Only a little knick. It would heal quickly enough and would be forgotten just as soon. Though as Dantalion took his hand in his own larger one the boy no longer felt the urge to resist. As always the man was so gentle with him, his wellbeing always on the forefront of his mind. But it was more than simply thus; the man was more than aware his lycanthropic lover would not be ill effected by a little spilt blood. Rather William expected, now that he gazed up into those fret filled crimson eyes, that Dantalion had other intentions.