The fascination he held for the creature before him was subjective, nothing but surface value presented to him and despite the shortcomings Illex found himself enraptured by the planes of his body and the way bones pressed so delicately to the skin of his shoulders and face. Even with the cloth that clung to his torso it left little to the imagination, and the warrior could not help the desire he felt to see more. It was not a physical attraction, although that rested in the back of his mind, but one of fascination that drowned out the nervousness that coiled within the body Illex touched so boldly. Attention to detail fell into details of fixation, unknowing of the trepidation the lame elf felt despite the way muscles tightened and shoulders bunched. In his travels the infected elf has seen a good number of faces from all walks of life, and each in their own ways had held a beauty that appealed to Illex, though the elf he positioned himself behind harbored a different allure. Such an allure that kept hands resting on the source of it, idle musings stirring a small shiver within the smaller frame that had attempted to lean away and turn to see the decorated elf as he spoke.
A look that was not allowed when Illex turned his head forward, the bitterness he suddenly felt slipping down into the curled claws that prodded against thin flesh until it bunched around the pressure and beneath the force bone could be felt. Illex felt the way the smaller elf’s head twitched with a slight tremble, movement forced to be slight so sharp points would not pierce further into the skin they had come to hold. Resistance was not given despite the discomfort, Illex lost in his thoughts as fingers peeled back with realization of the aggression behind the action. The warrior did not seek to harm this elf, far from it, and the frown that tugged at his lips was telling of this. No longer did the nameless one turn his head to look at the figure behind him, a sign of submission when he had been forced to look forward out of absent contemplation. So compliant he became, and Illex found even such a small thing as this interesting. Those the infected elf crossed tended to react negatively, fear and aggression turned upon him for reasons unknown. Not entirely, in some cases, as vocal as those creatures were in their hatred, but that did not justify their actions. Illex cut them down with ease, as he did any other who thought to cross him, and no longer did they live to hold such animosity.
Urges rose to the surface, a closeness yearned for from the other who remained an anomaly in the hunt the warrior had been conducting. A welcome distraction from the inevitable failure, yet a small hope all the same that perhaps the wounded and the betrayer would have been seen by this man. Unable to contain these urges any longer Illex pulled him back, ears twitching at the sound of feet shuffling with the sudden change of positioning. A gasp lifted from the stranger’s lips, soft and full of surprise, and Illex tilted his adorned head in careful consideration as he took the weight of the smaller being against his chest. His silence was unusual to one so used to hearing others speak, sometimes far too much or at the wrong moments, and Illex was drawn further in while an arm cradled against the other’s chest. Metal pushed against the fabric and gilding to touch against skin once more, thoughts pulling back to the true quest in mind almost reluctantly. An inquiry in passing, reiterating the need to find the two he sought even if the impact had been lessened with the new arrival that stole his focus entirely.
Teeth clicked together, long hair shifting where it was trapped between their bodies as the smaller figure remained stiffened until relaxation was forced when a twisted leg could not hold the weight. Nostrils flared as Illex inhaled slowly, taking in the scent that clouded his senses as patience was given for the elf to collect his bearings. A stuttering heartbeat could be felt against the palm that splayed across his chest, and just this once Illex felt a longing to allow digits to toy with the skin where feeling could be had. Covered in the constructions the warrior had made for himself it allowed for little contact, disappointment forming in his mind only to be quelled when the bare-faced elf spoke. Claws drew back as fingers curled only to straighten again, a gentle caress as sharpened tips grazed the skin before the smooth lengths drew over the smaller elf’s nipple. Stealing a touch of flesh upon flesh between the bands of metal that helped secure the permanent caps, the warrior hearkening to the other as breath ghosted out in airy laughter. Illex canted his head, brows furrowing at the proclamation that the elves had not been seen nor had this one heard of them.
Suspicions brought to rest with the truth of it, a small hum of contemplation rising in the warrior’s throat as his hand wandered down to trace along the stomach as much as his reach would allow. A small smile turned his lips upwards at the mention of the unforgettable Eirik, although it was far from fond remembrance, pale gaze catching the movement of the smaller elf’s mouth. Pink muscle prodded at his lip before disappearing back where it had come from, Illex leaning into the elf with interest captured fully. A question was uttered before he could speak, wondering if perhaps there was anything the infected desired should this boy see the two described. Illex scoffed, claws dragging faintly upwards as he removed his hand slowly from within the shirt so it could push against his shoulder. The other hand lifted from where it had been bracing the stranger’s hip, climbing higher until a palm pressed against the front of that decorated throat. It forced his head back against the warrior’s shoulder, fingers guiding the chin up so that Illex could lower his own and peer upon those freckled features. ”I do not need you to do anything should you see them,” he murmured, ”I will do it myself.” Horned head remained tilted as he eyed the scarred face, pressure applied to the jaw to roll his head for a better view.
It brought their faces tantalizingly closer, inches apart, and a darkened expression crossed over his own face. ”If I were to find them, I would rend them limb from limb,” he said curtly, giving the elf’s left arm a firm tug when claws curled around his bicep once more. ”I would start with the one who disrupted us to begin with. His blasphemous vallaslin would be removed piece by piece, first of all.” As if to emphasize the hand at the other’s throat rode up until claws could be pressed into the thin skin. This time it was deliberate, therefor more gentle, the pinpricks of blood drawn from moments ago going unnoticed. Metal raked down in sharp movements, jaw clenching as Illex could almost picture it. ”Then I likely would pluck his lying tongue right from his mouth,” he hummed, fingers pulling back to prod at the bare-faced elf’s lips. His gaze shifted away as he mulled it over, the scene already having played in his mind the moment he had been told.
”I suppose he will not be much of a problem for longer,” Illex said after a pause, a knowing grin splitting his lips as sharpened teeth flashed. Cetus had told him of the arrows dipped in red, meeting their mark to spread corruption even if the host was undeserving of the gift he no doubt began to feel by now. ”I sure would like to be there for his final moments, but I can make do without that vile creature.” Attention returned to the other elf, a glint of excitement sparking in his gaze. ”Eirik, however,” he sighed forcefully, smile lessening yet never leaving his mouth as Illex reluctantly shoved his chest into the back of the other. It pushed him forward, a guided movement as hands never left his body and spun him around to face the warrior. Golden eyes were wide, wavering, though it was not fear that Illex saw. He was not interested in such things now, the feeling unnecessary in his mind and not focused upon because of it. The infected elf closed the gap between them that he had created, stabilizing the lame being as he struggled to remain upright without difficulty. ”Oh, what I would do to sweet Eirik if I found him…” he began, eyes falling downward as he trailed off.
Against the calm desire to see the Dalish one last time rode the heatwave of desired vengeance, hands finding what remained of this elf’s ears as gray eyes lifted and narrowed. Tugging none too gently against the ruined ears reminiscent of the Dalish’s the warrior shook his head faintly with hardly contained ire. ”I would take back what I made him, because people who stab you in the back do not deserve such gifts,” he hissed, releasing his hold at the completion of the thought and not because of the pained look upon the freckled face before him. Fervently his touch glided down, Illex nearly pressed against him again as he reached between his legs. His palm brushed along what hung there, lingering, as a shaky breath was taken in and a suggestive look was given. ”I would rip it off with my bare hands, dear boy. That Dalish cannot be allowed to touch any other, nor is anyone else allowed to touch him.” Searching the features of the other Illex’s brows pulled together as he moved his hand to one of his hips, the other pushing his chin up. It had fallen, as did his gaze, and with gentle coaxing he gazed into those amber hues once again. ”Are you following me?” he asked bluntly, genuinely concerned the elf had not been.
When a silent affirmation was given the warrior beamed, straightening his spine as he righted himself and hands clapped together once. ”Perfect!” Illex leaned back on one foot, away from the bare-faced elf as an arm crossed over his body while the other propped up on it so a finger could be curled beneath his own chin. ”Of course I would do more, though I think you get my point. I got a little side-tracked,” he said sheepishly, thumb and forefinger pinching together. ”As you said, you have not seen them nor have you heard of them. Clearly they have not come this way, otherwise I would have found them already. So there is no need to worry about such things any longer. My kin will find them, of that I have no doubt.” His eyebrows rose as he nodded, an obvious confidence in the skills of his clanmates placed in the words. It was not without frustration still, however, suspicion still put into place that Cetus and Tahnarel had sent him in the wrong direction on purpose.
As he looked upon the magnificent, broken creature standing so perfectly still before him these frustrations could easily be forgiven. Illex cupped his face, stance returning to where it had been before as he loomed over the other in such close proximity. ”But enough about me. Let’s talk about you,” he said lightly, a thumb drawing carefully over the smaller elf’s cheekbone. ”You truly are a beautiful thing, don’t you know?” A musing spoken aloud, voice a murmur as eyes could not get enough of the elf. ”What is your name?” he asked finally, hands pulling back to find his shoulders again. Preliminaries had been skipped in his urgency, the warrior attempting to make up for lost ground and still his utter compulsion to allow his hands to continue exploring. They squeezed instead with the mental resistance as if that would help, a pleasant look never leaving the warrior’s face all the while.