The Lile's sand had offered resistance when he wrapped an arm around the crocodile's jaw and pressed the dagger-like claws away from his torso. The bottom of the prince's marble pool was smooth. "I don't?"
"Your ambition of finding the Tell-Tale Glass and restoring Zephyr's soul is just as empty as you are," said Aloysius. Dampened, Aloysius's fine hair was a shade darker than normal. He reached for soap from one of the canteens. "Or you would've done it already. It's been ten years since you were freed from my mother's ice prison."
"Your mother's?" Ramses remembered the sorceress he and his brother had met in the Immortal Prophet's palace. A woman with face was so ugly it couldn't have been real, whose black-colored magic was able to bring …show more content…
A cold feeling bled into Ramses's veins. His head felt light and his face felt hot. Once Aloysius was done with his bath, he stepped out of the pool. There was a coil of purple energy and a towel began sliding over his skin like a sin in motion. High and tight, the prince's ass flexed like an invitation for kneading hands when Aloysius bent over to pick up his robes. Ramses asked, "Why do you keep doing this?"
"This?"
"Carve me with words. Force me into situations where I feel enticed yet denied," said Ramses. His brother may have been the one who killed Zephyr, but he was the one who would be destroyed in two years if he failed to restore Zephyr's soul. He wanted the Tell-Tale Glass, the glass who knew all the answers and Ramses knew he wanted -"Helpless."
"Is that how you feel?" asked Aloysius. "Helpless?"
Disdain and boredom was ever-present, but Ramses caught an atypical lilt that he honed into like a shark after blood. Ramses rose out of the water and stalked two quick steps over. Gripping Aloysius's chin and reeling from the fact that he'd placed his hands on something his mind had already deemed impossible to touch, Ramses stared down into a plain of ice and said, "It's …show more content…
“What do you want from me?" asked Ramses, watching Aloysius’s pulse speed up. From the way Aloysius's eyes demurred and his lips parted, the prince's body language was openly provocative. Water from Ramses's body dripped into the violet silk, bringing out a crimson shade that imitated blood. Aloysius was superficially pretty enough to draw a visceral reaction, he had to know that.
His Highness usually despises your kind. Except Aloysius kept seducing him. There was no other way to describe the almost-kiss and what just transpired. Leaning closer, Ramses tilted the prince's head and the faint scar caught the light. Even now, the scar looked like an optical illusion. Aloysius hid his otherwise striking face out of compulsion, not necessity. “What happened to you in Myksos?”
“What makes you think something happened to me in Myksos?”
The response came so sharply that Ramses was speechless. Aloysius lifted a well-manicured hand and turned his palm upwards. A glow of purple hurled Ramses through the air, over the pool, until he slammed against the wall. A fiery pain consumed his right side, bloomed to engulf his body, and Ramses heard his severed right arm hit the ground before he felt or saw
"Your ambition of finding the Tell-Tale Glass and restoring Zephyr's soul is just as empty as you are," said Aloysius. Dampened, Aloysius's fine hair was a shade darker than normal. He reached for soap from one of the canteens. "Or you would've done it already. It's been ten years since you were freed from my mother's ice prison."
"Your mother's?" Ramses remembered the sorceress he and his brother had met in the Immortal Prophet's palace. A woman with face was so ugly it couldn't have been real, whose black-colored magic was able to bring …show more content…
A cold feeling bled into Ramses's veins. His head felt light and his face felt hot. Once Aloysius was done with his bath, he stepped out of the pool. There was a coil of purple energy and a towel began sliding over his skin like a sin in motion. High and tight, the prince's ass flexed like an invitation for kneading hands when Aloysius bent over to pick up his robes. Ramses asked, "Why do you keep doing this?"
"This?"
"Carve me with words. Force me into situations where I feel enticed yet denied," said Ramses. His brother may have been the one who killed Zephyr, but he was the one who would be destroyed in two years if he failed to restore Zephyr's soul. He wanted the Tell-Tale Glass, the glass who knew all the answers and Ramses knew he wanted -"Helpless."
"Is that how you feel?" asked Aloysius. "Helpless?"
Disdain and boredom was ever-present, but Ramses caught an atypical lilt that he honed into like a shark after blood. Ramses rose out of the water and stalked two quick steps over. Gripping Aloysius's chin and reeling from the fact that he'd placed his hands on something his mind had already deemed impossible to touch, Ramses stared down into a plain of ice and said, "It's …show more content…
“What do you want from me?" asked Ramses, watching Aloysius’s pulse speed up. From the way Aloysius's eyes demurred and his lips parted, the prince's body language was openly provocative. Water from Ramses's body dripped into the violet silk, bringing out a crimson shade that imitated blood. Aloysius was superficially pretty enough to draw a visceral reaction, he had to know that.
His Highness usually despises your kind. Except Aloysius kept seducing him. There was no other way to describe the almost-kiss and what just transpired. Leaning closer, Ramses tilted the prince's head and the faint scar caught the light. Even now, the scar looked like an optical illusion. Aloysius hid his otherwise striking face out of compulsion, not necessity. “What happened to you in Myksos?”
“What makes you think something happened to me in Myksos?”
The response came so sharply that Ramses was speechless. Aloysius lifted a well-manicured hand and turned his palm upwards. A glow of purple hurled Ramses through the air, over the pool, until he slammed against the wall. A fiery pain consumed his right side, bloomed to engulf his body, and Ramses heard his severed right arm hit the ground before he felt or saw