#mythical scriptures

Lance was not someone who expected patience from others, as he had little of it to part with himself. The cape rippled gently with their movements, a vague suggestion of their actions offered by the creases in the fabric.  He gently cupped Red's face in his hand, tilting his head so their noses no longer contended for space. He offered the trainer the expertise of his tongue, gliding the wet muscle across the seam of his lips after freeing his own from the ravenet's fleshy binds. 

His fingers moved to grasp Volkner's hand more assuredly now as he guided him to the stand, getting in line behind the few other customers that had arrived before them. "Our ice cream date wouldn't be complete without, well, ice cream, now would it? Hopefully they don't run out before it's our turn to be served. They're very popular treats." His fears were assuaged however as the line diminished and they were asked their order. "Just two, please." He informed the hostess and she prepared two cones for them. Decadent swirls of velvety ice cream sat elegantly upon their wafer scepters, glistening with blue flecks of crystallized candies. Lance received his and nodded to Volkner to take the other. Their attendant informed them in a shy but sweet voice that there would be no cost for the Champion and his guest.