Nero watched the man with unwaivering focus, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as Ephram maneuvered, played his gambit. His eyes drifted from the white-haired man's, to his lip, and then down the long line of his crisply dressed arm to the glass in his hand. Wordlessly, Nero drew himself out of his chair and closed the short space between them.
His eyes fell heavy on Ephram's lips, and his smirk widened at the edges. Drink and chess indeed, Foriegn Marshal. His gaze drifted and his hand closed around Ephrams. His fingers were hot and lightly calloused, and he relished the feel of the back of the man's hand. Blindly, his grip shifted and he took the small, empty glass, relieving the Marshal of its weight.
"None, in fact," Nero answered and looked up to regard the man again. "Would you care for another draught, Ephram?"
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Date: 2009-09-19 06:47 pm (UTC)His eyes fell heavy on Ephram's lips, and his smirk widened at the edges. Drink and chess indeed, Foriegn Marshal. His gaze drifted and his hand closed around Ephrams. His fingers were hot and lightly calloused, and he relished the feel of the back of the man's hand. Blindly, his grip shifted and he took the small, empty glass, relieving the Marshal of its weight.
"None, in fact," Nero answered and looked up to regard the man again. "Would you care for another draught, Ephram?"