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whispersoflove) wrote2014-10-07 01:06 am
whispersoflove) wrote2014-10-07 01:06 am
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Alcuin
Anael had been keeping an eye out for Alcuin without noticing him - until, of course, he spotted him with Hannibal, his attention drawn by the love radiating from the alcove. They were locked in a lover's embrace, for all that only one of them felt the warm sort of love Anael knew to recognise. There had been a flicker of something else for a second, coming from Hannibal, but it was gone as soon as it had sparked. It both warmed his heart and seeped cold into his bones, and he turned away to get another glass of wine from a passing waiter.
He had found Julie again in the crowd, and she was just telling him about this other party she was off to, and that he absolutely ought to come to. It was then that he spotted a flash of white in the crowd, making his way towards the exit, and he leaned in to kiss Julie's cheek, and gave her his warmest apologies, but there was a friend here that he had yet to catch, and she should make the most of her night. He would catch up with her if he could, but otherwise, she truly ought to seize the day.
Not that she needed him to tell her that.
He caught up with Alcuin, dressed in a white suit as Hannibal had described, the better to make him look... well, angelic, Anael supposed humans would call him. "Alcuin," he greeted him warmly, assuming that the mask on his features would not stop the young man from recognising him, as it had not stopped Hannibal. "Tell me you aren't on your way out already. I've been looking for you."
He had found Julie again in the crowd, and she was just telling him about this other party she was off to, and that he absolutely ought to come to. It was then that he spotted a flash of white in the crowd, making his way towards the exit, and he leaned in to kiss Julie's cheek, and gave her his warmest apologies, but there was a friend here that he had yet to catch, and she should make the most of her night. He would catch up with her if he could, but otherwise, she truly ought to seize the day.
Not that she needed him to tell her that.
He caught up with Alcuin, dressed in a white suit as Hannibal had described, the better to make him look... well, angelic, Anael supposed humans would call him. "Alcuin," he greeted him warmly, assuming that the mask on his features would not stop the young man from recognising him, as it had not stopped Hannibal. "Tell me you aren't on your way out already. I've been looking for you."
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Like Alcuin had been upset in finding Kersen and Hannibal together, Hannibal found himself quite annoyed by Hani. In this case, though, it wasn't passionate desire that had caused displeasure, but the gentle tenderness with which Hani invaded a place in Alcuin's heart, that Hannibal had considered his.
"Love comes easy to him. Perhaps I'm jealous of that," He analyzed. He was fairly certain he wasn't jealous, but his words were partly true at least.
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"You do know that what I feel for him is nothing like what I feel for you? Hannibal... I was talking about you all night. Thinking about you. And if not you, Anafiel. Hani is a good listener and he understands love."
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He did, very well. And Hannibal suspected that he saw something in Hannibal that he kept well hidden from everyone else. It was the reason why he didn't like the man.
"Come here," he asked, reaching out for the young man, wanting to hold him and kiss him.
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Hannibal leaned in and kissed him, tasting a foreign taste on his lips; Hani. The kiss lingered, but didn't quite deepen.
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He pulled away after a moment and asked, "Would you like to have a bath with me?"
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Continued here...