Nero's hands came up against the wood of the hull, the cool curvature creaking between his palms and the water beyond. His torso, predominantly bereft of sensation, tensed. The muscles along his extended sides and his back rippled, hard down to his hips. Flexed taut, they cast deep shadows beneath the low lamplight.
Ephram was almost against him, the heat of the man's chest all but laying atop him, and he craned his head back into the Foriegn Marshal's insistent teeth. His smirk was wide and bemused, if not impatient.
"I do not believe you bargain idly," Nero said slowly, evenly, his dark eyes cast back, able to garner the edge of the Foriegn Marshal's form in the dimness.
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Date: 2009-09-20 08:21 am (UTC)Ephram was almost against him, the heat of the man's chest all but laying atop him, and he craned his head back into the Foriegn Marshal's insistent teeth. His smirk was wide and bemused, if not impatient.
"I do not believe you bargain idly," Nero said slowly, evenly, his dark eyes cast back, able to garner the edge of the Foriegn Marshal's form in the dimness.