[ Kahlil has been dealing with his afflictions with a higher level of avoidance, especially after what happened with Jack. When he's able to sleep he dreams about it: lunging at Fikiri with the Unseen Edge, and as the hot splash of blood hits his face its Jack's eyes staring back at him in surprise and betrayal.
Dayyid watches him in hallways, only for a second glance to reveal a cleaning woman or footman going about their business, oblivious. Some give him odd, wary looks, but that's no surprise given the omens, the living bones that crawl from beneath the castle lately. The guards are quick to dispatch them, and he has yet to see them himself - but whispers persist.
He's relieved the find the bath unoccupied this evening, quickly stripping down to nothing and slipping into the warm water. He's in the middle of scrubbing himself when another figure appears - he's reluctant to turn to look and see who it is (real or imagined), until whoever it is speaks - he has better luck banishing the intrusive face when the voice doesn't match.
It's Rhy that he hears, which under normal circumstances isn't unwelcome. The scent of wine lingers in the air as Rhy slips into the water next to him, and Kahlil takes the bottle with a slight raise of one eyebrow. Good view, gives him a second of confusion, and luckily he stops himself from blurting out what view? like he's looking for a window. He's harmlessly flirted with women in the Lisam house to get information, but this is the first time in a very long time that a man has so openly done the same toward him. He second guesses it, especially with how Rhy seems to have already started that bottle all on his own, but he offers a smile as he takes it from Rhy. ]
You're very generous. [ He says, still trying to gauge the situation - or stalling. Rhy has always been kind to him, and Kahlil would be lying if he tried to claim he didn't find the other man attractive.
He knows this place is not like Basawar. But every temptation he'd ever given in to as a youth had been desperation and alcohol-fueled. The memories remain even if most of the physical scars are gone from his face, from that night Dayyid had caught him - ]
Celebrating something?
[ There's a light teasing quality to his tone, but now he's really stalling, taking another small sip and instead of handing it back to Rhy he places it down farther away. Probably better that he doesn't drink more and both of them end up embarrassed. Rhy is by far one of the most handsome men in the castle, with his pick of equally beautiful companions. Kahlil feels old and damaged in comparison, his body a map of scars and the strange red snake tattoo on his chest that he can't explain. ]
cw: mentions of homophobia
Dayyid watches him in hallways, only for a second glance to reveal a cleaning woman or footman going about their business, oblivious. Some give him odd, wary looks, but that's no surprise given the omens, the living bones that crawl from beneath the castle lately. The guards are quick to dispatch them, and he has yet to see them himself - but whispers persist.
He's relieved the find the bath unoccupied this evening, quickly stripping down to nothing and slipping into the warm water. He's in the middle of scrubbing himself when another figure appears - he's reluctant to turn to look and see who it is (real or imagined), until whoever it is speaks - he has better luck banishing the intrusive face when the voice doesn't match.
It's Rhy that he hears, which under normal circumstances isn't unwelcome. The scent of wine lingers in the air as Rhy slips into the water next to him, and Kahlil takes the bottle with a slight raise of one eyebrow. Good view, gives him a second of confusion, and luckily he stops himself from blurting out what view? like he's looking for a window. He's harmlessly flirted with women in the Lisam house to get information, but this is the first time in a very long time that a man has so openly done the same toward him. He second guesses it, especially with how Rhy seems to have already started that bottle all on his own, but he offers a smile as he takes it from Rhy. ]
You're very generous. [ He says, still trying to gauge the situation - or stalling. Rhy has always been kind to him, and Kahlil would be lying if he tried to claim he didn't find the other man attractive.
He knows this place is not like Basawar. But every temptation he'd ever given in to as a youth had been desperation and alcohol-fueled. The memories remain even if most of the physical scars are gone from his face, from that night Dayyid had caught him - ]
Celebrating something?
[ There's a light teasing quality to his tone, but now he's really stalling, taking another small sip and instead of handing it back to Rhy he places it down farther away. Probably better that he doesn't drink more and both of them end up embarrassed. Rhy is by far one of the most handsome men in the castle, with his pick of equally beautiful companions. Kahlil feels old and damaged in comparison, his body a map of scars and the strange red snake tattoo on his chest that he can't explain. ]