"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.
Once the door is open, Rhy steps through into it with him, and locks the door behind him. Doesn't matter, Kell can work metal, he can unlock it. But hte petulance matters.
"The cad. He's angry because he's not getting laid and you woke me so well. Ignore him."
There's a knock at the bathroom door behind them, and Rhy rolls his eyes. He fists a hand and punches his own leg, hard. Sure, he winces, but the sound of pain from the other side of the door is satisfying.
Jibril inhales at those words. He bites his lip and as the other wipes at the tears it feels like more well and he curses them inwardly.
"I... I love you too," he whispers but his hand went to where Rhy had punched his leg. "But what are you doing?" he's trying to understand the strange action.
He hates that Kell hasn't seemed to have left, that they're stuck in the bathroom.
"Every time. Well, there is a diminishing with distance, but we've not been far enough for it to really matter," Rhy admits, his voice soft as he meets his lover's gaze. And there is no shame in his gaze.
"The woman he loves has not sought him out and drives him mad. He is jealous."
Rhy might not feel any shame but there is ..not quite shame but a sort of embarrassment that something so private is not... private.
"Doesn't make him wrong just because he is jealous," Jibril murmurs, trying to think about anything but Kell being able to know the things they do together.
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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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"The cad. He's angry because he's not getting laid and you woke me so well. Ignore him."
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"One day you will be king."
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"And your point? If I am king, I make the rules."
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"He's right, ya hayati."
Jibril looks a bit broken.
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"My dove, you ARE my kind."
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So instead of arguing for a moment it's set aside.
"What are you doing...?"
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"I... I love you too," he whispers but his hand went to where Rhy had punched his leg. "But what are you doing?" he's trying to understand the strange action.
He hates that Kell hasn't seemed to have left, that they're stuck in the bathroom.
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Rhy's attention turns back to the door.
"Perhaps I can show you."
He catches some of the skin of his bare leg between his fingers and pinches it, savagely. And there is a low curse on the other side of the door.
"Punishing him."
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"Please don't hurt youself," he whispered and then furrows his brow.
"How...?"
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"Your pain is his pain?"
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Which meant his brother KNEW he cared for Jibril.
"That was why he yelled at me for being distracted. I decided rather than paying attention I would fantasize. And the heat it brought me... he knew."
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"He knows... every time or...when he is near?"
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"The woman he loves has not sought him out and drives him mad. He is jealous."
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"Doesn't make him wrong just because he is jealous," Jibril murmurs, trying to think about anything but Kell being able to know the things they do together.
"You are angry too now." An unrelated note.
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"Will you leave already? And lock the door behind you!"
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