Jibril has started to get used to Rhy, the luxury that came with him. It's all still a bit overwhelming and he doesn't feel like he belongs. Things between him and Rhy seemed to be shifting. There were touches that made Jibril's skin tingle, looks that stir something in him and he feels a longing. It's a terrifying one.
When wine had been suggested Jibril had hesitated at first. He's never drank before. It's a new experience and it didn't take much for him to start feeling the effects of the wine, getting tipsy off a small amount.
"Yes, because it is an experience you have not partaken of before. Wine is beautiful. It... Loosens everything in you. And warms. Though that is only because of how it affects the blood," Rhy answers, smiling as the man.
Jibril supposes that makes some sense. It’s still strange and Jibril isn’t
quite sure that he likes how it’s making him feel. “It’s just making me
feel odd and... fuzzy.”
"It is expected of royals. We have wine or other things with every meal in the evenings," Rhy agrees, smiling at his partner. "You dont' have to drink it if you don't want it."
"We didn't really drink," he knew his mother would have never approved of it. He smiles a little, there's sadness when he thinks of his parents because it reminds him of everything he had lost.
"Is it wrong for there to be someone to do so now?" Rhy asks, reaching out to card his fingers through Jibril's hair. "I want to see you happy and content, my dear. To see you reach for whatever heights you desire."
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When wine had been suggested Jibril had hesitated at first. He's never drank before. It's a new experience and it didn't take much for him to start feeling the effects of the wine, getting tipsy off a small amount.
"This feels strange."
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Jibril supposes that makes some sense. It’s still strange and Jibril isn’t quite sure that he likes how it’s making him feel. “It’s just making me feel odd and... fuzzy.”
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He takes another sip.
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“I’ve never done such things,” Jibril confesses although it must be obvious to Rhy. “You have done it often?”
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“Why?” Jibril questions. He looks down at his glass and he has every intention to drink it.
“I was not saying I did not want to.”
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He doesn't make the rules.
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"Okay."
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"Allow me to free you of hte burden of intoxication if you are uncertain."
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“I chose to drink it.”
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"I will ensure you are not too foolish, dear."
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"Enjoy it then, my dear."
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“My mother would have been very upset with me for this,” he murmurs.
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Because he had spent much time and more carousing with and without his brother over the years.
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"If nothing else, I know how to gauge the intake of an inexperienced youth. I shall take care of you, my sweetling."
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"You are always taking care of me now."
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Jibril swallows at that, blushing and he lifts a shoulder. He still doesn’t know how to handle it. Rhy’s affections and attention.
“It’s been a while since there was anyone to do so.”
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