Aether grunted when the Cardinal blocked his way, raising a brow and waving his tail behind him as he studied the male and his words, his eyes, slit like a felines yet glowing a light purple focused on the shorter males’ before he relaxed a little and allowed his ears to flatten slightly.
“Then what do you suggest I do, hm? I tread on very…uneasy ground with you, knowing that you could use my emotions against me if you so wish if I were to who you how I feel about you. I’ve learnt very fast about you, Copia. Plus, it was a test, to see what you truly desire from me.”
He then leaned closer and rested his clawed hand on the door beside the other’s head, baring silver teeth,
“Enough of the bickering, sweetheart. What will it be?”
HE’S NO FOOL, that’s for sure. But Copia always knew that about him. Using emotions as leverage or worse comes with the territory, fortunately for Aether, there’s nothing the Cardinal really WANTED from him — other than what he could already provide. Existing as his personal lapdog, and perhaps sharing the role as an unwavering admirer — Two traits Copia truly EXALTED in a companion. ❛ Cut me some slack would ya? You just get back and already you’re grilling me with this psychological shit. I haven’t even had my second glass of Margaux yet. ❜
He slipped away from Aether’s overbearing presence ( and perhaps too the tension of . . . sharing feelings ) and grabbed the wine by its neck immediately pouring himself his second, ready to knock back. He drapes his body across the ottoman and with a melodramatic SIGH he presses the glass to his lips, hair disheveled and eyebrows skewed at the utter indignance of it all. ❛ Can’t you just be happy to see me and be done with it. Where’s the holiday spirit, huh? ❜ He laughs with no sense of amusement. ❛ It’s just us here isn’t it. I think that speaks for itself, right? ❜
