Jibril nods, standing again and then leaning up to kiss Rhy softly. "Nothing too fancy," he says softly and then he's moving toward the bathroom so he could shower and go about the usual morning routine.
After a shower and brushing his teeth Jibril comes back out. His hair damp and he has Rhy's shirt on still because he quite likes how it feels against his skin and how it smells like Rhy.
Jibril blushes when Rhy looks at him. He tugs at the ends of the shirt as if to pull it a little lower and goes to find a clean pair of underwear at least.
"That sounds good." It still seems like a lot of food to him. He'll never be used to the excess that comes with Rhy.
"I would adore that," Rhy grins, finally taking himself from the bed to wrap his lover in his arms. "You gifted me something so lovely this morning. HOw do I repay you?"
"If you wish... but it is not necessary. It pleases me to please you," Jibril bites his lip and if he wanted to say anything he was interrupted by a knock at the door.
The knock at the door leading to a very loud argument between brothers. An argument that started about something unrelated but that Kell insisted on keeping in Arabic when it turned to him reminding Rhy that Jibril is how unworthy Jibril, accusations that Rhy will soon tire of the plaything. You will be King one day, you cannot be with someone like him. Somewhere in there Kell telling Rhy to stop having such untoward feelings about Jibril while they were arguing.
By the time Rhy was insisting that Kell leave Jibril had been in tears despite himself and had quickly moved to shut himself into the bathroom before Rhy could see it.
Someone like him. Someone like him? Rhy had been livid. It was unfair, the way his brother decided to affect Rhy's good mood with such cruelty. And it didn't matter how many times he tried to turn the language back to High Royal, a language his brother was actually fluent in, it kept coming back to Arabic. Inconsiderate.
In the end, he'd heard the bathroom door close and in his fury had struck his brother. Far harder than intended, for Rhy was the one to stagger back, making a loud and pained noise as the blow echoed across to him.
"Get out," he hissed to his brother in Arnesian. "You are not welcome here."
Jibril had his hand pressed against his mouth because for a moment his crying wasn't silent. He could hear the commotion in the other room, the sound of someone in pain but he could tell it isn't Rhy so he stays in the bathroom taking deep breaths to will it away, the way his throat is closed up and it feels like there's a weight on his chest.
Oh but it had been Rhy, and so Rhy hadn't been pleased. At least he got to see his brother looking... distressed. And Rhy got up, pushing to his feet and heading to the bathroom. He intended to join Jibril in locking himself inside. FUck Kell.
"Jibril," he says, knocking at the door, "please open up my dove."
Jibril very nearly told Rhy no but he never really says no to him, not anymore. He gives to whatever Rhy wants to take and he doesn't think twice about it. He takes a couple seconds to compose himself, wiping at his eyes and taking a few shaky breaths before opening the door.
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Jibril is pleased to know he did well. He finally shifts back away from the others length though not getting up quite yet.
“I’m glad I can please you.”
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"Yes, you more than please."
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"And you're satisfied this morning?"
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"Oh yes, very much."
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"We should get cleaned up? I'm getting hungry."
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"I'll order food. You are welcome to use the shower first, my dove."
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IT was going to be a very, very good day.
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"What did you order?"
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"Waffles. Omelets. A bit of fresh fruit."
Because Rhy likes food.
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"That sounds good." It still seems like a lot of food to him. He'll never be used to the excess that comes with Rhy.
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"Well, it's do in another fifteen. And we will eat our fill and put the rest away for later."
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Jibril sits on the Small loveseat in the room.
“Are you going to shower?”
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"You could just wear my shirt," he teases, making a show of smelling Rhy's.
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"You could wear my scent again after breakfast."
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"But I feel as if you performed better, my dove. I should make it even bette.r"
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The knock at the door leading to a very loud argument between brothers. An argument that started about something unrelated but that Kell insisted on keeping in Arabic when it turned to him reminding Rhy that Jibril is how unworthy Jibril, accusations that Rhy will soon tire of the plaything. You will be King one day, you cannot be with someone like him. Somewhere in there Kell telling Rhy to stop having such untoward feelings about Jibril while they were arguing.
By the time Rhy was insisting that Kell leave Jibril had been in tears despite himself and had quickly moved to shut himself into the bathroom before Rhy could see it.
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In the end, he'd heard the bathroom door close and in his fury had struck his brother. Far harder than intended, for Rhy was the one to stagger back, making a loud and pained noise as the blow echoed across to him.
"Get out," he hissed to his brother in Arnesian. "You are not welcome here."
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Kell is right and that is the worst thing.
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"Jibril," he says, knocking at the door, "please open up my dove."
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"Rhy..."
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