Essek is utterly in love with this man, and not showing it when he says possibly the most romantic thing he's ever heard is asking far too much. There is a brief flicker in his eyes that displays both his surprise and adoration as Percival promises him his devotion in this life--the only one he will ever have. It almost feels unfair that he cannot embrace him in this moment. But Essek throws up his walls again like he would throw out a spell, hiding that flash of emotion behind impassivity.
He will bring this up again later, he tells himself. When this is over, he will tell Percival how much that promise means to him.
Though he allows his lips to curl, it is a cruel sneer to balance out the way his heart beats with love--and with growing arousal, attracted as he is to the confidence his husband displays, the certainty that he could give Essek more than any other alpha. Essek is in complete agreement, but that is not the game.
"What you have is a curse that you cannot control which forces you to become a wild animal on a regular basis, abandoning your duties for days to prowl the wilderness like some common beast. You are saying I should be pleased by this?"
This is entirely opposite to the feelings he has expressed about Percival's transformation before, and he can remind him again later that none of it is true. But he still hates to crush this line of thinking when it is one of the few times he has heard him speak positively about it. But he had asked, and Percival agreed it was fair game.
"If anyone else knew this creature fathered my child, I would be ruined. It seems to me that this is a defect rather than a boon. What is a brilliant mind worth if it is wasted on a feral dog?" This isn't a rhetorical question. Essek's gaze is sharp, calculating. He's waiting to be convinced of the benefits.
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He will bring this up again later, he tells himself. When this is over, he will tell Percival how much that promise means to him.
Though he allows his lips to curl, it is a cruel sneer to balance out the way his heart beats with love--and with growing arousal, attracted as he is to the confidence his husband displays, the certainty that he could give Essek more than any other alpha. Essek is in complete agreement, but that is not the game.
"What you have is a curse that you cannot control which forces you to become a wild animal on a regular basis, abandoning your duties for days to prowl the wilderness like some common beast. You are saying I should be pleased by this?"
This is entirely opposite to the feelings he has expressed about Percival's transformation before, and he can remind him again later that none of it is true. But he still hates to crush this line of thinking when it is one of the few times he has heard him speak positively about it. But he had asked, and Percival agreed it was fair game.
"If anyone else knew this creature fathered my child, I would be ruined. It seems to me that this is a defect rather than a boon. What is a brilliant mind worth if it is wasted on a feral dog?" This isn't a rhetorical question. Essek's gaze is sharp, calculating. He's waiting to be convinced of the benefits.