ITL 86

[Mountie]

  Rini is HOME!  

                       When he made it the whole way out of the room without a word, he knew.  Laughing, he stuck his head back in.  “You made these for me, didn’t you?”

            Talin tried to shrug it off, but he was smiling a little again.  “I knew how much you’d whine if you didn’t get enough presents upon your grand return.”

            Two bracelets, just for him.  “I love you, too,” Rini said, and went back in to hug him again.

I love this for the simplistic eloquence that really says it all

            With a happy sigh, Rini flopped across the king’s throne, his short skirt riding up his slender thighs.  “I missed this.”  Taking a good, long look around the throne room, he felt peace settle into him.  That might have been because of the room’s aura, its brightness and space and color and the general sense of the gods’ closeness; or it might have been because Kudorin was sitting right beside him, exuding warmth.  Turning his head, he smiled at Kudorin.  “What were you up to while I was gone?”

            Kudorin smiled.  “Loving you.”

[Mountie]

  `s not doing too bad, one for him one for 

            “Prince Anosalim Inanodat Kuladin A Rini-”

            “This is so weird,” Rini said, grinning at him.  “Last time this happened, you were the one I was getting introduced to.  You were all nauseous and nervous and cute, and now you’re in charge of things.  Last time you weren’t even sure what all of the parts of my name were.”

            Bade blushed.  “I’m a quick learner.”

            Rini’s grin was indecently suggestive.  “I know.”

            Bade didn’t even want to know what Rini was thinking of.  “Prince Anosalim Inanodat Kuladin A Rini,” he tried again, “may I present Xio Voe, Heir to the Jacacean Empire.”

            Rini’s jaw dropped.

            “Your Highness.”  Xio Voe’s voice was so deep and so cold, Bade felt a shiver up his spine.

            “Oh, shit,” Rini breathed.  Catching himself, blinking, he said, almost steadily, “Your Highness.  Welcome to Orina Anoris.  It is a great honor to receive you.”  As he dragged his gaze from Xio Voe, his face lit up.  “Jonan!  Hi!  I didn’t know you were coming!  My parents just left yesterday for,” his gaze skittered to Xio Voe and back, “your region.  It’s so good to see you, I’m so glad you’re here. 

[Mountie]

This scene brings such a smile to my face and a glow to my heart

            They were so bright, so beautiful, just as he’d remembered them, and as Orinakin, still in Kudorin’s embrace, promised them that his arm was just fine, Bade just gazed in wonder.  He’d missed them, missed them individually and missed the small crowd of them, the way they gathered up, how different they were, how similar they were.  He smiled at the blur of color and clamor of emotions as the Seven Siblings surrounded Orinakin, talking and hugging and laughing and kissing.  Then everyone hugged him: Anikira, soft curves and a strong embrace, kissing his cheek; Desin, embracing him roughly and pounding him on the back; Talin, hugging him tightly but briefly; Anosanim, kissing him softly, wetly, intimately; Remin, murmuring a soft prayer.  They were all there, rich with color, smiling, happy to see him, welcoming him warmly, genuinely concerned about his well-being, asking about his trip, his health, his family.  And then Kudorin, with both arms wrapped around Orinakin, looking at him, meeting his eyes, smiling.  “Welcome home, Inanodat.”

And then...

“My king.”  The words came right from his heart.  Xio Voe.  His king.  His husband.  “My love,” he whispered, “my life.” .... My king.”