@vittoriorp "I love you. I just want us to be together. Forever. We can have that here. The Entity has given us a second chance." Tarhos leaned forward to brush his helmet against Vittorio's cheek in a faux kiss, hand never leaving Vittorio's face.
@vittoriorp ~the metal coated fingers just moving down his face to his jaw, a thumb tracing his lips.
"I'm devoted to her. She knows this. You're the only prize I wanted." Harming people was a bonus, but truly, having Vittorio was all Tarhos had craved for centuries.
@vittoriorp Vittorio knew better than most how efficient the k ight was at tying people up. Without a blade, Vittorio wasn't slipping his rope anytime soon and Tarhos wore a smug grin beneath his helmet about that fact. He doesn't move his hand away from the other man's body,~
@vittoriorp It was all he'd ever wanted. All he'd ever needed in life, and finally he had it. A hand combed through Vittorio's hair lovingly, the Knight whispering soft praises of adoration to him.
"I thought you needed something to raise your spirits." Tarhos smiled, large hands heavy on Vittorio's hips. He kissed him back, slowly walking the wanderer backwards until his shoulders were pressed to a tree.
"Mmm...The idea of going home feels like such a far off sream."
He leaves a gift for @vittoriorp in the way of a small pastry wrapped in simple paper and cellophane. He remembers the man getting these often, and managed to convince the Entity to procure some for him.
Tarhos isn't a small man anyway, and the armor makes him heavier. Vittorio manages to knock the helm off in the struggle, though. Tarhos' face is red and flushed, lips cracked and skin hot to the touch. His eyes flutter open for just a second and then slip back closed.
His dark hair was long and unkempt, tangled and knotted and hanging in his grey eyes. He wrapped one arm around Vittorio, keeping him close as metal fingers lovingly rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't feel beautiful, but Vittorio made him feel alive.