[littl3chocobo]

his eyes flickered up at the lads face and what he saw was both unerving and refreshing, there was desire, always there was desire from those he laid with. shame too, another thing he was familiar with but something else as well, he almost could not see it for it's scarcity. sincerity. the lad wanted this and would take his fate over god and over his own life. the thrill of power frightened and thrilled him making him and to flee and to pull his false wife underneath him and take what was offered. instead of either of those things he remained where he sat with the thin hand in his own. "you are not ready"