It seems you’ve learned your lesson.
( A faint, self-assured smile. Ah…perhaps he shouldn’t say anything further, but it’s much too tempting… )
Ah, so they are not meant for my ears…I see.
ㅤ⠀Perhaps you are *right.
ㅤ⠀[ Jaw set; his gaze flickers between Essek's face and the wall beside him. ] Such conversations are meant for closed quarters, not in front of. . . Königtum.
( … … … )
( Though, Caleb’s red face is a bit enticing. Unfortunately, he feels the need to tease him further. )
It would have been less embarrassing if you’d said it were porn. Is it enemies to lovers, Caleb? How far has your dear couple progressed?
that I have lived a life of privilege.”
Eyes lingering along the hands returning to his pockets, before forcing his gaze back up. His own twitch once again, before clenching. The cold must be freezing through all his logic, too.
“Do you know who you’re talking to?”
It’s almost enough to make him smile. By now, he’s well aware of the sort of man he is; flagellant and lacking, so naturally seeking out punishment as if it might assuage that aching guilt. It never does work, he knows.
ㅤ⠀❝Peace can also be given without the means of suffering,❞ Caleb countered, tone thoughtful as he settled next to the other, hands in the pockets of his coat. His head tilted slightly as he considered his words with care. ❝You. . . Are not used to the cold?❞ ──
But, he thinks at least, there might be a power in knowing. It’s a place to start. Where to go from there, however…he’s never been quite sure.
“Under a sunless sky, the chill can seep deep into your bones. But with the entire city lit by arcane fire, I suppose you could say…