Ah, a fan. It's been some time since he's seduced a fan- of course ten years ago all he need do is smile and he had his lap filled with lovely, grateful women and handsome, strapping men. A hero's touch, they'd said. He'd wondered if they cared that his hands were more stained with blood than gilded with gold.
Which of course brings to mind the mental image of Cyril in all his fair, vain glory arching whilst painted with red or gold. With skin as pale as his? it would stand out. Would that he had the time...well. They do have plenty of time and he did have that one salve to soften scars that went on crimson. What to do about the gold, though... "And I do mean to have my fill of you, Tesoro. Someone so fine and so fair deserves a proper ravishing."
Were his arm not in such a state- this is where he would sweep Cyril off his feet and up onto the nearest ledge. As his arm IS in a delicate state- he settles for sweeping him low by tugging him close and bearing down to the soft nest of pillows he may or may not have set up earlier with the intent of sleeping here after he'd set his traps.
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Date: 2015-10-18 06:48 am (UTC)Which of course brings to mind the mental image of Cyril in all his fair, vain glory arching whilst painted with red or gold. With skin as pale as his? it would stand out. Would that he had the time...well. They do have plenty of time and he did have that one salve to soften scars that went on crimson. What to do about the gold, though... "And I do mean to have my fill of you, Tesoro. Someone so fine and so fair deserves a proper ravishing."
Were his arm not in such a state- this is where he would sweep Cyril off his feet and up onto the nearest ledge. As his arm IS in a delicate state- he settles for sweeping him low by tugging him close and bearing down to the soft nest of pillows he may or may not have set up earlier with the intent of sleeping here after he'd set his traps.