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Layle ([personal profile] gravitycrystal) wrote in [community profile] swan_forest2016-08-08 12:03 am

PSL

Layle was finding that the world outside of Alfitaria was a lot more diverse than the four tribes that had inhabited the Kingdom of Alfitaria and the lands it had conquered. Some whom resembled Lilty and Selkie, and few Yuke like beings too. A lot of individuals who seemed like Clavats like himself, but what interested Layle most were the people who didn’t fit into those tribes. Like Nionios Lenaios.

He’d be lying if he didn’t find the other man attractive. Nionios was a couple of inches taller than him, an even six foot to his five-ten, and quite a bit more muscular to him. And he liked the bull-like horns that grew from the top of his head. He was itching to touch them and see if they felt like horns on a behemoth.

Layle had always been a curious person. Far too curious for his own good. There had been the joke that there was Selkie blood running in his veins. Just another reason that set him apart from the rest of his village. One more reason to leave once he was old enough and make his life as a mercenary.

If Layle felt introspective, he’d probably agree that his attraction to those who didn’t quite fit with the norm was due to the fact he never fit the norm himself. As crystal bearer, he was one of the few that could use magic in the Kingdom. He was never as devout as the other Clavats, and, again, much too curious for the norm.

His curiosity and genuine attraction to the other man had led them here, the room he had been renting since finding himself here in this strange land. He was in his boxers, yellow with blue stars, which were beginning to tent in excitement. He licked his lips, a little nervous. It had been awhile since he had sex with a man, or with anyone for that matter, and he was a little worried he wouldn’t measure up. He had never asked, but he wouldn’t be surprised if Nionios had had his fair share of partners.

He leaned back on his bed and smiled at the other man. He was more a mage than a fighter, but his body was toned from his life as a merc. A couple of tattoos, his Tribe’s symbol on his back, spirals made of dots on his shoulders, white on his right, red on his left, and small crown or starburst symbol on his chest (it was his first tattoo, and he was fourteen and drunk when he had gotten it). “Well, what do you think?”

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