10-26-2023, 01:18 AM
Now he was alone (figuratively) with his captor, he attempted to match the hungry expression the cannibals wore while studying the nice cut of Jaxen-loin and use it back at them.
“What should I take first? An ear, maybe? I hear they are the best.” He licked his lips as his gaze slid from the nice, fleshy lobe to the middle of his pretty face. “Maybe the nose next?” And he reached out as though to caress the man’s hand. “Then some fingers?” and took a step nearer. It wasn't a friendly step.
He couldn’t keep it up for long, because one, Jaxen wasn’t a sick sonuvabitch, and two, as his gaze settled into the shimmering orbs before him, thoughts of revenge seeped slowly away. His lips parted as though he was on the cusp of more taunting, but the words drained and he just blinked, studying the man’s face. And the man, a boy, really, held his gaze as though reaching into his very soul (assuming Jaxen had one).
Around them, people were oblivious to the magnificent creature in their midst, and he himself couldn't believe he just noticed it. His heart threaded a slightly faster beat. “Umm,” he started, suddenly feeling strangely inferior in comparison. Yet, at the same time, urgency stirred.
Jaxen’s expression shifted, then, and the smile that twisted his lips was beckoning. The same sort of coy cast of one fishing for the fun kind of attention.
“Can I um, get you something? A drink?”
And with unexpected desire sweeping over him, he completely forgot about the fight.
“What should I take first? An ear, maybe? I hear they are the best.” He licked his lips as his gaze slid from the nice, fleshy lobe to the middle of his pretty face. “Maybe the nose next?” And he reached out as though to caress the man’s hand. “Then some fingers?” and took a step nearer. It wasn't a friendly step.
He couldn’t keep it up for long, because one, Jaxen wasn’t a sick sonuvabitch, and two, as his gaze settled into the shimmering orbs before him, thoughts of revenge seeped slowly away. His lips parted as though he was on the cusp of more taunting, but the words drained and he just blinked, studying the man’s face. And the man, a boy, really, held his gaze as though reaching into his very soul (assuming Jaxen had one).
Around them, people were oblivious to the magnificent creature in their midst, and he himself couldn't believe he just noticed it. His heart threaded a slightly faster beat. “Umm,” he started, suddenly feeling strangely inferior in comparison. Yet, at the same time, urgency stirred.
Jaxen’s expression shifted, then, and the smile that twisted his lips was beckoning. The same sort of coy cast of one fishing for the fun kind of attention.
“Can I um, get you something? A drink?”
And with unexpected desire sweeping over him, he completely forgot about the fight.