It's unfair how attractive the gentle curve of Essek's belly is, the evidence of their repeated attempts for an heir now realized. And it's unfair that even in this room, with scents less familiar, that Essek's still cuts through everything to fill his awareness. It takes effort not to just slide to his knees in front of his mate, his beautiful omega.
He tips his head at the question.
"A certain resilience I think even sons of the Dynasty wouldn't have," he says. "This is the only life I will ever live, I have no memories of lifetimes past to call on, or talents learned. My brilliance, like yours, is purely my own."
Percival knows that not every person in the Dynasty is on a second, third, or whatever multiple lifetime. But he has learned through Essek what consecution does.
"I am and will only ever be Percival de Rolo. I am and will only ever be yours, Essek Thelyss. There is no one in this life or any other who could take me from you, if you'll have me." Percy looks down and he can't help a smirk, brimming with confidence and when he lifts his gaze again he gives Essek a more wolfish look. "And if you wish to put me in competition with other alphas, my love, I will win. You know I have something that none of them do."
He caught that dogged earlier, and while he has thought of it as a weakness rather than a strength for so long, he will try to argue it's advantage now. He might be a feral creature compared to the consecuted souls of the Dynasty, but that raw strength and virility will be entirely at Essek's disposal, should he want it. Surely that counts for something.
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He tips his head at the question.
"A certain resilience I think even sons of the Dynasty wouldn't have," he says. "This is the only life I will ever live, I have no memories of lifetimes past to call on, or talents learned. My brilliance, like yours, is purely my own."
Percival knows that not every person in the Dynasty is on a second, third, or whatever multiple lifetime. But he has learned through Essek what consecution does.
"I am and will only ever be Percival de Rolo. I am and will only ever be yours, Essek Thelyss. There is no one in this life or any other who could take me from you, if you'll have me." Percy looks down and he can't help a smirk, brimming with confidence and when he lifts his gaze again he gives Essek a more wolfish look. "And if you wish to put me in competition with other alphas, my love, I will win. You know I have something that none of them do."
He caught that dogged earlier, and while he has thought of it as a weakness rather than a strength for so long, he will try to argue it's advantage now. He might be a feral creature compared to the consecuted souls of the Dynasty, but that raw strength and virility will be entirely at Essek's disposal, should he want it. Surely that counts for something.