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Iason.
Of course the cologne came first, but only just by a small bit. It didn't give the regal himself time to react, even when the words that flowed from lips Darcia knew to be familiar were suddenly right within his lobe. And when that name was only half finished, the brute's duo-tone portals opened against the promise that they would only do so if the newcomer wished for them to. The feeling of something running the length of his cheek on the same side had him leaning away. Complete denial. Of course his Beta had skittered far enough away from him, expecting him to clamp his ivories down on something that might give way to blood and gore, but the raven ignored this, completely stoic. He was not, by any means, a happy camper. But the tsar wasn't exactly 'pissed' either. The man's ocean and sun portals moved to the side, still away from the male whom he would come to know as Scion, and even more away from the white knight, Iason. Sorry to steal your thunder, stranger. I'm sure our great Alpha will punish me for this. Darcia did not look over at the white soldier, instead he kept his gaze straightforward. Unamused heat still residing within his flesh. He tried, in vain, to ignore the dizzy feeling that had started in his stomach as it made its way up to his skull. However, I would also love to hear the title of such a beast as yourself. At this the nameless one straightened his stature (or what Darcia guessed to be from his peripheral) and spoke up, tones a little rough as they rolled off his pink muscle concealed by rows of ivories. My name is Scion, sirs. Now the gargoyle's eavesdroppers swiveled in the hessain's direction, putting into memory the name that would most likely be staying within these lands for some time-- that is, if everything went well from here on out. Meaning Darcia needed to keep his emotions, whatever they were trying to display, in check.
The monarch turned his head slightly, though not fully, towards the brujo on the other side of the boundary lines, this time being able to catch a glimpse of emerald before stopping his head movement. Lips parted once more and words followed the action. And what are you seeking, Scion, if I may ask? Family? Sanctuary? A new life? Freedom? A... mate? With painstaking effort, Darcia kept his eyes focused on an imaginary point, refusing to look over at his Beta. It was practical to assume that Iason already knew what kind of treatment he would get from his friend, if they could be called that anymore. This relationship they had... was confusing as hell. And frankly, it hurt the gentleman's head to even begin to think about it. Maybe it was time to actually start being serious about something... that thought disappated nearly as quickly as it had come around. Who was he kidding? He knew what would happen if he so much as got too attatched to a being. If they had feelings for him back that would coincide with his own. Though Elora had been one of the few fae's he had ever admired or turned his head to, it was probably for the best that she could not be found within the territory lines. Yes, it was in her best intentions to stay away from him. Far, far, FAR away from him. Concious now that he had been dazing a bit, the soot-cloaked pharoah tilted his head a little, indicating that he was still all ears for whatever the other male had to say, if he wanted to say anything at all.
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