Edmondia: (our Seth is now regarding his cousin very warily)
EnsTren: (oh?)
Edmondia: (never mind, he just pounced on him)
EnsTren: (is he attempting to molest?)
Edmondia: (...that would surprise me very much)
Edmondia: although we never did RP that one time he did jump 'im

Edmondia: or, in the particular instance I was refrencing, merely snogging
Edmondia: yes, Seth, you should look sheepish
EnsTren: hee
Edmondia: yes, you did so mean to do it
EnsTren: heh
EnsTren: how can you accidentally pounce?
Edmondia: you can't.
Edmondia: which is why he looks so sheepish
EnsTren: heh
Edmondia: 'Well it's not my fault he was being all... pretty!'
EnsTren: heh
Edmondia: yes, but it is your fault you glomped him and tried to be indecent with him.
EnsTren: bois being naughty is fun
Edmondia: Seth appears rather embarrassed XD
Edmondia: 'It was just a kiss!'
EnsTren: heh
Edmondia: Seth, dear, you were in his bed at the time.
EnsTren: *prring*
Edmondia: 'That was innocent! We slept together all the time!'
Edmondia: ...keep digging dear, soon enough you'll reach China.
Edmondia: '...s'just a kiss.'
EnsTren: A pretty hot one
EnsTren: can I get an instant replay?
Edmondia: I suppose, if you'd be willing to contribute?
EnsTren: but Atemu wouldn't let it go much beyond a kiss
Edmondia: he didn't
EnsTren: *sad*
Edmondia: why sad?
EnsTren: I think it's pretty
Edmondia: it is pretty
Edmondia: but they do snuggle at lot
EnsTren: oh?
Edmondia: well, yeah. they sleep in the same bed most nights, remember?
Edmondia: and they cuddle when they're upset
Edmondia: so it's cute
EnsTren: aww
Edmondia: plus they do it wearing only bitty skirts
Edmondia: 'do it' = cuddling, that is
EnsTren: heee
Edmondia: "...um, Atemu? You're melting the side of the bed..."
Edmondia: "Grrrrrrrrrrr..."
Edmondia: "I'm just saying, if I were you I'd move my hand is all."
Edmondia: The hand curled into a fist, and Seth scootched discreetly away. "Um. Because you don't want your bed to fall apart?"
Edmondia: Atemu punched the wall instead. His fist went through it.
Edmondia: "...maybe it would be a good idea for you to stop touching things when you're this angry...?"
Edmondia: "Grr..."
Edmondia: He scootched even farther away. And fell of the melted part of the bed.
Edmondia: "...cousin?"
Edmondia: He held his head and groaned. "This is why you don't want to melt things!"

EnsTren: why is he angry?
Edmondia: politics *shrug*
Edmondia: unless you want them to snog?
EnsTren: please?
Edmondia: all right.

Edmondia: Atemu leaned over the edge of the bed, long bangs tumbling down into his face, and grunted softly. Seth half-glared up at him. Wordlessly, the younger boy offered a hand, and he took it, resettling down onto the bed with a wary eye on the hole in the wall.
Edmondia: "What are you going to do now?" he asked softly, drawing his knees up to his chin, idly watching the dim light gleam on the gold bound around his ankles.
Edmondia: Atemu smiled softly, stretching languidly, ruby eyes mischief-bright and breathtakingly cruel. "Guess."
Edmondia: Seth blinked, half-hypnotized by ripple of his shoulders as he moved. His wild hair was falling loose and heavy against his bronze skin, and his breath hitched. "Will you kill them?"
Edmondia: The smile slanted into a smirk, kohl-darkened eyes narrowing. "Kill them?" Atemu repeated lowly, "Killing them would solve nothing."
Edmondia: Seth blinked, somewhat startled, and unfolded himself, sitting up straight. "You're not going to kill them?"
Edmondia: Atemu chuckled then, low and dark and devious. "Why kill them?" he asked lazily, leaning forward to press slim fingers against Seth's stomach, "When I can -" a touch to his chest, "Simply -" his collarbone, "Rip -" his throat, "Them -" his cheek, "Apart?"
Edmondia: Seth's breath caught in fascination. "How?" he breathed, daring to touch his god, to brush his fingers along the back of his free hand.
Edmondia: His eyes were so very cruel. "Slowly," Atemu purred, stroking his cheek with a delicate hand, "One by one until the family crumbles. Until only one survives."
Edmondia: Seth leaned forward in anticipation, watching his eyes glitter. "And then...?" he whispered, and shuddered when slim fingers danced along his throat.
Edmondia: "Then," Atemu murmured, pink tongue darting out to whet the soft curve of his lips, "I will shred their worthless souls to ribbons, and feed their empty carcasses to the jackals."
Edmondia: Seth shivered in delight, pressing against his hands, reaching up to draw him closer. "Your enemies will die, sweet cousin," he promised, "The gods will see to your glory."
Edmondia: "Yes," Atemu agreed lowly, eyes glinting, breath warm and moist against his lips, "They will fall."
Edmondia: "I swear to you they will," he whispered, enraptured, and pressed his lips worshipfully to the sleek curve of his mouth.
Edmondia: Darkness. He shivered, reached to hold him closer, thread his hands in his hair. Ebony flame and spilled blood. Heat that killed. Atemu was beautiful and terrible and could shred his soul in an instant for the blasphemy he dared.
Edmondia: But his cousin did nothing, so he kissed him, slow and long, while the Shadows snuffed the candles and hid the stars from sight.
Edmondia: Slowly, reluctantly, he drew away enough to breathe, still entwined with his pharaoh, still close enough that they shared the same breath. He licked his lips, tasted blood-splattered Shadow, and shivered.
Edmondia: Gleaming crimson eyes met his own, and he froze, terrified. Would Atemu slay him on the spot, or slowly torture him to an agonizing death?
Edmondia: Slim fingers stroked his cheek, curled an errant strand of hair behind his ear. "...why did you do that, Seth?"
Edmondia: "...because," he whispered, and it was all he could say that would save him.
Edmondia: "...hn."
Edmondia: He blinked, not daring to hope to be spared, keeping his eyes downcast, averted from the pharaoh. Then slim warmth shifted against him, and those silksoft lips brushed his forehead.
Edmondia: "Forgiven," Atemu whispered, and melted away from his arms.
Edmondia: Seth wrapped his arms around himself and shivered.
Edmondia: (and that's a wrap, I think, for this little interlude)
EnsTren: (yes)
EnsTren: (though strangely I do see them doing kissy things, darkshadowsharing hidden things)
Edmondia: (I can easily see the darkshadowsharing)
EnsTren: (and they get drunk off it and some kisses, slippery non-french ones)
EnsTren: (and since it shares life energy well, better darkness sharing)
Edmondia: (ah. yes, that's plausible)
EnsTren: (Atemu is kinda oblivious)
Edmondia: (that he is)
Edmondia: (he certainly doesn't realize that Seth's attentions aren't half as innocent as his own)
EnsTren: (I see him after each kiss, as soon as he's alone, getting his plushie out)
Edmondia: (oh?)
EnsTren: (yes, hugging it cause he's scared and wants Seto)
Edmondia: (what's he scared of?)
EnsTren: (Atemu)
Edmondia: (ah. scared because of kisses?)
EnsTren: (yeah)
Edmondia: (true. he's kind of stuck between terror and adoration)
Edmondia: (it's an odd mix of the two)
Edmondia: (on the one hand, he loves atemu. he's completely devoted, looks at him starry-eyed, and will do absolutely anything for him. worshiping the ground he walks on would not be much of an exaggeration.)
Edmondia: (on the other hand, the boi ain't dumb.)
EnsTren: (heee)
Edmondia: (he does have some survival instincts, after all)
Edmondia: (so while a big part of him is all 'Atemu wants me to jump off a cliff? Okay! Where's a cliff? There's one!' *dive*)
Edmondia: (another part of him is like 'Wait... jumping off a cliff results in me being dead...')