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Kso’ppghiel moves past him, stopping just a few paces in as Bal’thial closes the doors before turning to face a man whose back is still turned against him, crossing strong arms just beneath his chest. “Talk” he demands a moment later as mismatched eyes look expectantly on. The blonde doesn’t turn around. “I…. have no idea what to say.” He answers, “I do not talk with others, normal conversation is beyond me. This has been in my thoughts for weeks and I would have preferred they not be there. All of these thoughts pertain to you. Even my hatred of that woman cannot distract and she has removed the enchantments that did from this infernal thing.” He claws briefly at the mask. “I do not know what they are or what they mean but they will not go away.” “This…?” Blue and green eyes narrow in the slightest as the white haired Captain stares at the back of the other man’s head. What exactly could the Harbinger be saying to him? His hatred of their Mistress…? But he’d thought… Uncrossing his arms, Bal’thial takes a step forward, his voice kept just a little low. “What thoughts, Harbinger? What thoughts could you possibly have that pertain to me at all?” Kso’ppghiel finally turns, facing the Captain but not meeting his gaze. “If I knew exactly, I would not be here. I am not used to any of it so I do not know what they are. I was angered whenever she would touch you, disgusted by the sight of it… I did not know why. When she would take me in unconsciousness, she has been making her spell lighter.” He slowly looks up, meeting Bal’thial’s gaze in desperate confusion. “As I awoke during, my eyes saw you.” Mismatched eyes stare into desperately confused pupiless white, Bal’thial’s mind not quite wanting to accept what his ears have heard. That Kso’ppghiel’s anger and repulsion he’d seen that day had little to do with his touch to their Queen and had meant the opposite to he, himself means… but… it can’t be. A short disbelieving laugh leaves him and he pulls a hand up to his mouth, turning away from the blonde and moving back towards his bed. “You… cannot be serious.” He near whispers as he stops in his tracks with a quick shaking of his head. Yet the other man has just said… Bal’thial turns and moves back towards the one standing still behind him, stopping just at his front. “What game are you playing, Harbinger?” The Captain’s tone turns serious. “You who claim to have never desired another, you who walked so willingly into our Mistress’s arms… you cannot possibly be telling me that it is my face you see when she is mounting you. I do not believe this so I will ask you again, what game do you play now?” Kso’ppghiel falls silent. This was mistake, a very large one. The Captain is laughing at him. A game? He does not play games, he does not converse and when he finally does, it’s thrown in his face as a ploy. This is why he does not get involved. Hurt and anger show clearly in his eyes, unsure of what to do or say. Perhaps it’s simply that his hatred of this man is more so than that of the woman and he cannot escape it, even in his dreams. A low growl leaves his lips and he steps forward, lifting a leather sandaled foot to kick the Captain down and out of his way. A moment after Bal’thial’s back hits the floor, a hard look of anger crosses his features and he twists his body swiftly around in time to catch the Harbinger by the ankle as he’s streaming past. Yanking back hard, he sends Kso’ppghiel face first against unforgiving marble, metal enchantments clanging loudly throughout the room. Just when clawed hands are brought up in an attempt to break the fall, the Captain is pulling the blonde towards him and he rolls as he’s being dragged, another leather covered foot flying up in an attempt to kick at the white haired man again, only to have his other ankle caught immediately after. Rising up onto his knees, Bal’thial yanks the Harbinger’s legs apart and slides his body quickly in between. Kso’ppghiel’s growl is muffled in the slightest by the mask that contains him as he pulls his back free of the floor and brings his hands up to strike at the tall Captain only to have both wrists gripped immediately after, his body quickly slammed back against the floor. Long braided plaits spill over broad shoulders as the taller man’s face is brought within an inch of the other’s, the look of reserved anger dancing strong in the Captain’s mismatched gaze. “I will ask you again, Kso’ppghiel… What. Game. Are. You. Playing?” Kso’ppghiel struggles in the hold. He wants to leave, to get far away from the Captain again, back where he can be numb and forget. “There is no game! Let me go, if you will not listen then I will not talk. I should have never come here. Let me go and you will never see my face again.” The blonde bucks hard, unsuccessfully attempting to throw Bal’thial off him. He soon tires, far too emotional to argue as the numbness begins to over ride the pain he’s feeling until finally, the Harbinger falls still, reusing to look at the one above as he simply waits for the Captain to either hit him or let him go. Blue and green eyes stare down at the man who now refuses to meet his gaze, spending a few long moments trying to wrap his mind around the honest and frustrated tone that taints the other man’s voice before he lets one wrist go and slides a clawed hand over, the spell spoken quietly to allow the mask to be pulled free. Bal’thial sends it off to their sides as pupiless white eyes shift slowly back up, his quiet words no longer carrying the anger they’d held only minutes before. “I will listen…” “I still do not know what to say.” Kso’ppghiel whispers, his eyes shifting to again look to the side with a distanced gaze. “I removed myself from you to try and sort these emotions out. I ran to that woman because she was not you and she made me feel nothing, think nothing. Time has only made it worse as I do not understand it. I want to hate you as much as I hate her... as much as I hate everyone.” White eyes slowly slide back to the one above. “I do not know why you persist in my head, but as much as I try to shut it out, you will not leave. Why do you affect me when no one else does?” Shock… it would be a mild word to describe what the Captain is feeling upon hearing the Harbinger’s words, and disbelief would be the other. For weeks he has thought the one that lies below him had given in to their Queen’s spell, been ensnared the way countless before him have been ensnared. For the days that he has been gone he’s been preparing himself for a return to face something he didn’t want to face, hating that he’d found himself caring for something that he never should have taken an interest in to begin with and wondering how he was going to trick his mind into moving on. Yet now he’s being told things he’d never thought he’d hear from the blonde’s lips, being questioned on something he isn’t sure he can answer and it’s taking him completely off guard. He’d realized while he was away that his own feelings for this man were far deeper than would be allowed, and he spent countless times since it occurred to him cursing himself for that alone but never did he think for even a moment there was a chance that Kso’ppghiel could feel anything towards him in return… “Why…?” the slightest of smiles forms on Bal’thial’s mouth and a moment later he’s leaned completely down to continue his quiet words seconds before his lips are brought to the other man’s own “For the same reasons you have affected me in return… I am sure…” Kso’ppghiel stills as their mouths meet, unsure of what action he’s supposed to take. He always simply lies there when that woman attempts the same thing and he’s grown to ignoring both her and it. But the feeling that floods him with the Captain is far different and soon, the blonde finds himself returning the kiss, an urgency and hunger he’s never felt guiding his movements. He suddenly feels alive in ways no battle, no kill can hope to compare to. He feels alive for the first time in years. Clawed finger move up, threading along white braids as he holds the other man close, not wanting to give the moment up for anything. The softest of sounds slips free as the blonde’s grip around his hair tightens, stolen immediately when lips press in even harder against his own. Clawed hands slide swiftly down as the shared kiss rapidly deepens to slip beneath the Harbinger’s body and in one fluid movement, Bal’thial pulls them both quickly up. The lightest of whimpers escapes Kso’ppghiel before he can stop it when his knees hit the marbled floor, long legs straddling the white haired man below. Soon his fingers are sliding free of braided plaits to travel down the lines of his body and he practically tears linen fabric away from the Captain’s shoulders before his fire filled white gaze reopens to meet equally burning green and blue, Bal’thial’s whispered words spoken directly against his mouth when they manage to break just long enough for air. “I wish to make you feel what she could not.”
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