#pendragonheir

That was a change. Most of the clients who asked for a private dance from Morgan were much older men that would look at him with the most disgusting expressions ever. He was used to it, used to be seen as a piece of meat. After all, his job was to dance and seduce the others, he shouldn’t be very offended or surprised that people looked at him they did. It only meant he was doing his goddamn job right.

“Come here, mister… Sit down and enjoy the show.” He winked maliciously at the shorter boy, gently guiding him to the only armchair in the small room. Besides the chair, there was a small stage with a pole post, and mirrors covering most of the walls, as to allow the client a complet view of his dancer of choice. Once he was sitted, Morgan moved to his stage, show starting right away as per usual.

There was also a bonus fact about the client being around his own age. The boy was pretty hot. Smoking hot. Most of times, Morgan would just dance and act, having in mind someone else than the person for who he was dancing, now, he felt like he could dance for him, thinking about the stranger in front of him like he really wanted to seduce him.

Because. To be fair honest. He really wanted to seduce that boy. His body would move much more fluidly with those beautiful blue eyes on him. The smile on his face was a honest one, not pure, far far from pure, but his desire was genuine, and as much as it was possible, he would avoid breaking the eye contact with his client, curious to know what would be his reactions to his moves, even though his body was still relatively over covered. He was wearing a black velvet choker, black jeans and nothing else. At least, for now.

Noctis smirked as the dancer lead him to the armchair in the small, private room. He let himself be guided down into it, leaning back and relaxing. “Oh I know I’ll be enjoying myself, with you dancing,” he agreed, flirtatiously trying not to blush at the way the other man winked at him.

He was pleasantly surprised at how the other seemed to genuinely be enjoying his presence. Noctis felt awkward far too much of the time, but the dancer was gorgeous. “And, and you can call me Noct,” he said, before the other began to dance in front of him.

The man’s movements were entrancing, and Noctis struggled  between meeting the other’s gaze, and letting his own trace over the other’s fluid movements; his desire quickly building in response. 

But Morgan didn’t come back fast like he’d promised.  Maybe that customer needed a lot of help?  Maybe Morgan had gotten so busy that he’d forgotten about Nyx waiting here.  But he’d promised that he’d be right back!  Maybe he needed Nyx to go and remind him that he was still waiting.

The small boy hopped off the bed and left the bedroom to go looking for the wizard in his shop.  The house, which has been large before, was more huge now to his mind.  It took longer to walk through, and things he’d never really paid attention to before had become more facinating.

Somehow in his distracted state, Nyx ended up in front of the magic door that Morgan used to travel to other places.  Nyx could just reach the knob, with its colored dial, and in his childish delight, turned the knob and opened the door onto a paved street lines with tall buildings and shops.  It wasn’t  a place Nyx had seen before, and drawn on by childish curiosity, stepped out onto the streets of Kingsbury to take a look around.  Surely, as long as he kept the door in sight, he’d be fine, right?

But the small boy hadn’t counted on the crowd sweeping him up in its current - some sort of parade going on - anddrawing him away from the shopfront and further into the city.  He finally managed to break free of the sea of adults in a large, open square, each side framed by large brick and iron-wrought gates with guards posted at each side.

“Okay, calm down, Nyx.  You can handle this.” He said to himself, trying to keep from crying.  What had Morgan told him about Kingsbury?

Not much, to be honest.  It was the kingdom’s capitol, the palace was here...The Palace!  Morgan’s family was connected to the palace!  If he went there, they could help him get back to Morgan.  

A few miles away from his crime scene, Dimitri was simply sitting down on a bench. He was getting some alone time for the job to sink in before heading back home for the rest of the night. It was something that he always did, and it was keeping him going by doing it this way. 

❝I done it again, huh?❞ He asked himself, a sigh escaping him as he now looked up at the star-filled night sky. ❝Wonder when I can finally stop?❞

Nyx isn’t looking for anything specific, aside from somewhere to kill time. He wanders into a store on the lower side of town. It’s between his apartment and the citadel, but much closer to his apartment. He meanders about the small store, looking for anything that catches his eye, idly grabbing at dangling necklaces without properly removing them from their resting place.

Most of the day had been spent getting Bear introduced to his new home, the start of obedience training, and a lot of playing.  Poor Cleo had run off to hide the first time that Bear had tried to approach her, and Nyx hadn’t seen the cat since then.  He’d have to make sure to get her some nice fish as an apology, but he couldn’t deny he was thrilled to have Bear.

The puppy was now sound asleep in a bed that Nyx had made for him out of old cushions and patched blankets, leaving Nyx free to get his own preparations underway.  Morgan would be home in a few hours, and Nyx wanted his own little surprise dinner ready before the wizard got back.  Nyx wasn’t the cook that Libertus was, but he wasn’t bad at it, either.

Within a few hours there was a traditional Galahdian roast - spiced but not necessarily spicy - roasted vegetables, a salad and set off to the side, a spiced honey custard that he thought Morgan would appreciate.  Rose petals decorated the table set for two, with lit candles for effect.  A quiet Valentine’s Day dinner for the two of them.