[Oh why do you say such things, Souji? Like the dragon isn't pissed enough already, now you throw the fact that you were lovers in his face? For all his benevolence and control, he is still a predator underneath.
Digging his claws into the table, he growls darkly as he leans over it to grab hold of the other man.]
Do not mock this. I have been lenient since a man cannot control what he dreams, but you are crossing the line.
I also do not choose what the Sphere chooses to share - would you have preferred it to be one of the many dreams of you, so this entire place can know of our relationship?
[He doesn't struggle - he knows Tian's strength is far greater than his, and he'd rather not go into work looking like his lover beats him. There's definitely a cold formality to his words that show his own anger, though]
A man such as yourself cannot claim to have had no lovers before me. But they are not here, and he is not here.
[He loosens his grip slightly and glares at Souji, baring his fangs again in a deep growl. His eyes looks like slits of blood and gold under the unruly bangs of his silver hair.
But under all that rage and posturing, there's still a hint of pain. He's more hurt than angry, but the great dragon king doesn't deal with such emotions well.]
[Someone is definitely feeling a little possessive there today. Souji finally pulls away after a moment, looking definitely flushed, but trying for a semblance of composure.]
The other matter I called you here about is... this.
[He pulls a vial of multicolored sand out of his kimono, note still attached, and puts it on the table between them.]
I think... it may be the same as the rainbow hourglasses some people were given last fall, that made them dream. The note says 'Give this to the one you trust.'
[quicklog] 'Tian' is prettier anyway~
[A pause as he contemplates his tea, takes a sip, the continues]
Rain-san thinks we may have been lovers. When I got my name back - he was the one speaking it.
[quicklog] It is! Though Jun-kun makes me lol
Digging his claws into the table, he growls darkly as he leans over it to grab hold of the other man.]
Do not mock this. I have been lenient since a man cannot control what he dreams, but you are crossing the line.
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[He doesn't struggle - he knows Tian's strength is far greater than his, and he'd rather not go into work looking like his lover beats him. There's definitely a cold formality to his words that show his own anger, though]
A man such as yourself cannot claim to have had no lovers before me. But they are not here, and he is not here.
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But under all that rage and posturing, there's still a hint of pain. He's more hurt than angry, but the great dragon king doesn't deal with such emotions well.]
...and if he was to arrive here?
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[And the look in his eyes says that he expects the same from you, mister >|]
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You are mine. You will honor your word, Souji. I do not share.
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My word is my life, in this case. If I break one, you may take the other.
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The other matter I called you here about is... this.
[He pulls a vial of multicolored sand out of his kimono, note still attached, and puts it on the table between them.]
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Turning his head to look at the vial the other man was holding, he frowned.]
What is that...?
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...why would they give you something like this, instead of forcing it upon you?
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[He studies the vial and then looks back at Souji.]
What exactly happened, last time?
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I think... I'm not sure if it would work if I just keep it. As it says to give away.
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[He watches the vial again.]
...I will use it, if you wish me to. It might give us some information.
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I... think it probably will. And I will guard you, whatever happens.
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[He still looks quite thoughtful, moving the vial between his fingers.]
When?
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That may be for the best.
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[Considering they just had a fight, he's showing you a lot of trust, Mr. Samurai.]
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You're in it. The bed is over there, though. [He points at the neatly arranged futon up against one wall]
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