It's an incredibly sweet notion, one that pulls a soft, genuine smile to his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling in fondness. There's a familiar prickling of heat at the very tips of his ears, a happy warmth spreading in his chest.
Essek looks at Fjord, a little aching - but it's a good ache.
"I should like that, I think. A change from the the deep freeze of Eiselcross, and whatever this is."
"Maybe the southern heat will keep that blush in place."
He shamelessly waggles his brows, enjoying seeing Essek ruffled. On impulse, Fjord dusts his hands clean and turns his chair around to face his guest, spreading his legs. Patting them. His gaze never wavers as he offers a hand to draw Essek down onto his lap.
"I can give it my best attempt right now, in fact."
Well that certainly causes it to become more apparent, but the smile only widens - slightly, but not imperceptibly. He shakes his head, but out of fondness rather than refusal. The burger floats back to the table so that he can take Fjord's hand, fingers sliding delicately along his palm, and then floats himself into that invitation. Settled into that lap, Essek leans forward, nestling into strong arms.
The burger floats, of course it does. Burgers look so unnatural in the air, why does Essek subvert the natural order like this? Sigh.
His arm comes around Essek's back as Fjord reels his Floaty Fuck onto his lap, keeping that hand in his. He brings it to his lips, soft kisses drifting over elegant fingers and knuckles. Tusks bump a little.
"You're not opposed to being held for a while, are you?"
Essek watches the almost delicate way those lips play over his hand. Admiring him up close like this, he can't help remembering how much shorter those tusks had been the first time the Nein had come to Rosohna. It's lovely to see them now.
"Not for a little while, no," he lilts back. As soon as Fjord finishes his attentions, he deftly reverses the hold of their hands. Now it is his turn to trail soft kisses over knuckles and lovely green skin.
A shiver runs down his spine and he sweeps his hand up and down Essek's without thinking, like petting a spicy moorbounder. The lips gliding over his knuckles are beautiful and he tries to lure Essek closer by drawing their hands toward his mouth.
"You're looking very handsome today, by the way."
As if Essek ever has off days.
Can he steal a kiss? Deception is completely negligent, he wants him to see his ploy for what it is.
That feels...really nice, actually. It's minute, but there's a distinct unwinding of tension from between his shoulders. For a moment he savors the feeling, eyes drifting closed with Fjord's hand pressed to his lips.
The compliment receives a smile halfway between knowing and pleased. Fjord successfully steals a kiss, and receives another, freely given, in return.
"Thank you," Essek murmurs, thumb swiping idly over green knuckles. "You seem very at home, here."
Essek gazes at him through half lidded violet eyes, allowing himself to be moved. The smile is halfway to a smirk; Fjord really is laying it on thick, but he can't help but be charmed anyway.
"I do miss them," he acknowledges softly, relaxing a little more into the hand at his back. "Our stars in Exandria. Sailing beneath them on the way to Eiselcross was...one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen."
His hand at Essek's back guides him closer, enough that Fjord can nose his way up a neck, lips catching on the curve of a jaw. His hand drops to Essek's lap, finding a thigh to pet.
"We'll make sure to get you out more when we return home. Do you think you'll still feel like going on another adventure?"
A soft noise hums from his lips, chin tilting upwards and eyes drifting shut as he leans into the attention, much like a pleased cat into a particularly pleasurable touch.
"Mm...perhaps...not for some time." His words are warm, but wry, hands sliding to drape over Fjord's shoulders. "I think I would rather like to surround myself with all of the familiar comforts of home for a while, first."
Essek's expression turns thoughtful, frowning a little. "I...do not have many favorite places in the city itself, aside from my own home. I did not leave it very often if I was not performing my duties as Shadowhand.
The Dynasty has been home to many peoples not welcome in other parts of the world for nearly two millennia. On the few occasions I have left it, it was always strange to me, seeing so many humans around."
"Port Damali has a lot of humans compared to most places, it's kind of their corner of the coast in the same way Rexxentrum is their main city inland. You should come to Nicodranas if there's nothing waiting for you back in Rosohna, then."
Fjord sits up to poke him on the jaw with his nose.
That brings a faint smile back to his face, chin tilting upward and leaning into the touch.
"Hm, you will have to. It is quite sunny there. I may have to continue being primarily nocturnal." A careful pause. "But...I should like to see the city again, when things are not so..."
With Essek on his lap and Fjord nosing at the elf's temple, arms around him, it feels cosy in the captain's cabin as if Essek is, momentarily, Fjord's responsibility. Anxieties and all.
"When we get home there are loose ends we need to tie up, but we won't be doing that forever. Any of us can disguise you, if you feel uncomfortable walking around in plain sight back home.
"We'll stick together, that's how you know things will work out."
The closeness of the cabin, shut off and isolated from all the rest, the warmth and strength of the arms around him and the pleasant cadence of Fjord's voice, soft and reassuring, all wrap him in a protective intimacy. The thought of home aches, both in its absence and in knowing what likely awaits, but at least in this moment, it is ok for it to hurt.
Still, Essek sighs a little, curling against him a little more, inch by inch.
"I know...and I appreciate the offer. Truly, I do. But...I fear that it won't be long before the Dynasty's gaze will be more closely upon me. I cannot expect you all to protect me forever."
The breath Fjord lets out is astonished and annoyed.
"Of course you can. If the Dynasty comes for you we'll fuck their shit up. Okay? What do you think you're going to do, wander off in the dead of night and give yourself up to spare us? You're cool, you know, but you're also dumb as a brick sometimes.
"And the Empire? Will you fight the elite soldiers of the Cerberus Assembly as well as my homeland, both? You would only heighten their determination."
Essek shakes his head, shifting in discomfort. "No. If I give myself up I am forfeiting my life, and I want to live. Despite all of the terrible things that I have done, there is more yet that I want to learn. The mysteries of dunamis and the Luxon...no one else will do the work. Even if I am exiled from my homeland, I want to continue. But I will not continually ask you all to risk your lives for my sake. And I am sure there are other things you all wish to do, your own futures to pursue."
"We'll fight everyone to keep you safe, it's that simple."
Rubbing Essek's back, he chins the elf's shoulder and listens to him wax lyrical about striving for The Truth and Mysteries ... Fjord blinks slowly, rubbing his beard on Essek's sleeve.
"You sound lowkey stressed as fuck about a bunch of stuff, things that aren't applicable while we're trapped on this shitty island. Overthinking things here will only depress you or turn you mad, and I like listening to you talk without wondering if you're scared of what you're disassembling in your head." Resting his cheek on a shoulder, Fjord wraps him up in a hug around his middle. "I can't reach in there to make you feel better about any of it, with my hands or my words — maybe only Caleb can, and that's alright — but I can hold onto you here or in front of the Bright Queen.
"I don't think I'm some sun that's going to burn radiant energy down on all the shadows you carry around. I could be a blanket in the dark, though. A barrier."
I can hold onto you here or in front of the Bright Queen.
Something fractures. It feels like a physical break, somewhere buried in his chest, but it reverberates outward, fast like a lightning bolt. Essek crumples into that embrace, shoulders hunching, brows pinching together as that wave pushes breath from his lungs. Hands fly to his face, pressing palms to his eyes to stave off tears that are already there.
The sobs that come are harder to hide, soft and halting.
Fjord sits up straight and guides Essek into the sanctuary of his shoulder where he can hide as much as he needs to, a hand running up and down a bowed back as another buries in short silvery hair. No platitudes are offered, no empty promises that everything will be okay, just support for a man who may have lost his home. Fjord may never have had one to call his own but he can imagine how, in the midst of a shining twilight city, surrounded by protective walls of his own making, everything was still always familiar whether Essek felt content or not.
If your people want to punish you, that must be one thing, but quite another if they don't want you back at all.
"You are not alone anymore," that's true. He speaks into soft hair. "For what it's worth, you never have to be again. We're here."
The catharsis intensifies as Fjord draws him closer, tucked into a gentle, steadfast warmth. It's a release of so many things; the lingering fears of what likely awaits at home; the anxiety of forgiveness, of failing the new expectations that comes with it, of somehow turning back down that road; the relief of reassurance, so simply given, of love still - in his mind - undeserved.
All that he has now is because of them. Because of this affection he hadn't even asked or looked for. But it was something that he had sorely needed.
It only lasts a few minutes, even if it feels longer. Finally Essek shifts away from Fjord's collar, damp now, eyes aching and throat raw.
"Sorry-" his voice is hoarse, unsteady. "do you-...is there a handkerchief, or something? I-"
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Essek looks at Fjord, a little aching - but it's a good ache.
"I should like that, I think. A change from the the deep freeze of Eiselcross, and whatever this is."
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He shamelessly waggles his brows, enjoying seeing Essek ruffled. On impulse, Fjord dusts his hands clean and turns his chair around to face his guest, spreading his legs. Patting them. His gaze never wavers as he offers a hand to draw Essek down onto his lap.
"I can give it my best attempt right now, in fact."
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"Oh? And how shall you do that?"
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His arm comes around Essek's back as Fjord reels his Floaty Fuck onto his lap, keeping that hand in his. He brings it to his lips, soft kisses drifting over elegant fingers and knuckles. Tusks bump a little.
"You're not opposed to being held for a while, are you?"
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Essek watches the almost delicate way those lips play over his hand. Admiring him up close like this, he can't help remembering how much shorter those tusks had been the first time the Nein had come to Rosohna. It's lovely to see them now.
"Not for a little while, no," he lilts back. As soon as Fjord finishes his attentions, he deftly reverses the hold of their hands. Now it is his turn to trail soft kisses over knuckles and lovely green skin.
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"You're looking very handsome today, by the way."
As if Essek ever has off days.
Can he steal a kiss? Deception is completely negligent, he wants him to see his ploy for what it is.
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The compliment receives a smile halfway between knowing and pleased. Fjord successfully steals a kiss, and receives another, freely given, in return.
"Thank you," Essek murmurs, thumb swiping idly over green knuckles. "You seem very at home, here."
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"As at home as you are," a knuckle curls under Essek's chin to tilt it, "under the starlight."
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"I do miss them," he acknowledges softly, relaxing a little more into the hand at his back. "Our stars in Exandria. Sailing beneath them on the way to Eiselcross was...one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen."
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"We'll make sure to get you out more when we return home. Do you think you'll still feel like going on another adventure?"
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"Mm...perhaps...not for some time." His words are warm, but wry, hands sliding to drape over Fjord's shoulders. "I think I would rather like to surround myself with all of the familiar comforts of home for a while, first."
"...but eventually, yes, I think so."
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He's eager to see more of the interesting city and its denizens.
"There are far more curious people and places where you live than down south."
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The Dynasty has been home to many peoples not welcome in other parts of the world for nearly two millennia. On the few occasions I have left it, it was always strange to me, seeing so many humans around."
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Fjord sits up to poke him on the jaw with his nose.
"We'll kit you out with a bunch of parasols."
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"Hm, you will have to. It is quite sunny there. I may have to continue being primarily nocturnal." A careful pause. "But...I should like to see the city again, when things are not so..."
He winces. "Tense."
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With Essek on his lap and Fjord nosing at the elf's temple, arms around him, it feels cosy in the captain's cabin as if Essek is, momentarily, Fjord's responsibility. Anxieties and all.
"When we get home there are loose ends we need to tie up, but we won't be doing that forever. Any of us can disguise you, if you feel uncomfortable walking around in plain sight back home.
"We'll stick together, that's how you know things will work out."
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Still, Essek sighs a little, curling against him a little more, inch by inch.
"I know...and I appreciate the offer. Truly, I do. But...I fear that it won't be long before the Dynasty's gaze will be more closely upon me. I cannot expect you all to protect me forever."
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"Of course you can. If the Dynasty comes for you we'll fuck their shit up. Okay? What do you think you're going to do, wander off in the dead of night and give yourself up to spare us? You're cool, you know, but you're also dumb as a brick sometimes.
"A really, really pretty brick."
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Essek shakes his head, shifting in discomfort. "No. If I give myself up I am forfeiting my life, and I want to live. Despite all of the terrible things that I have done, there is more yet that I want to learn. The mysteries of dunamis and the Luxon...no one else will do the work. Even if I am exiled from my homeland, I want to continue. But I will not continually ask you all to risk your lives for my sake. And I am sure there are other things you all wish to do, your own futures to pursue."
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Rubbing Essek's back, he chins the elf's shoulder and listens to him wax lyrical about striving for The Truth and Mysteries ... Fjord blinks slowly, rubbing his beard on Essek's sleeve.
"You think too much, Essek. Want to take a nap?"
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Essek blinks at the sudden end to the conversation. "I thought we here to eat?"
He gestures to their still untouched burgers on the table.
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"I don't think I'm some sun that's going to burn radiant energy down on all the shadows you carry around. I could be a blanket in the dark, though. A barrier."
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Something fractures. It feels like a physical break, somewhere buried in his chest, but it reverberates outward, fast like a lightning bolt. Essek crumples into that embrace, shoulders hunching, brows pinching together as that wave pushes breath from his lungs. Hands fly to his face, pressing palms to his eyes to stave off tears that are already there.
The sobs that come are harder to hide, soft and halting.
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If your people want to punish you, that must be one thing, but quite another if they don't want you back at all.
"You are not alone anymore," that's true. He speaks into soft hair. "For what it's worth, you never have to be again. We're here."
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All that he has now is because of them. Because of this affection he hadn't even asked or looked for. But it was something that he had sorely needed.
It only lasts a few minutes, even if it feels longer. Finally Essek shifts away from Fjord's collar, damp now, eyes aching and throat raw.
"Sorry-" his voice is hoarse, unsteady. "do you-...is there a handkerchief, or something? I-"
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