I must admit I don't always comment on your posts, though they're usually so droll! Thanks for playing, and for requesting Velaxis! I don't know that I've written much about him.
Title: Behind the curtain Fandom: Wraeththu (Bewitchments time period) Characters: Velaxis, Arahal Rating: PG W/C: 297
"You beckoned?"
Arahal looked up from a sheath of papers, smiling at Velaxis.
"As a matter of fact, I did. Please, come in."
Velaxis didn't so much walk as glide from the entrance to Arahal's pavilion, fancying himself as a platinum-feathered swan. He sank gracefully into a chair opposite Arahal, an eyebrow raised in question.
"What can I do for you?"
A whisper of embarrassment flitted across Arahal's features and he took a deep breath, exhaling with purpose.
"Working with Swift the Varr has been draining. I haven't taken exercise like I should, and I've been asked to keep my focus solely on his caste training."
Velaxis looked on him with pity. "No aruna for you either, then?"
Arahal shook his head in resignation.
"That's a shame," Velaxis said. "I have some new gold clamps I was so wanting to see on you. The next best thing, then?" He was gratified to see a faint sheepish smile settle on Arahal's face.
"If you wouldn't mind, tiahaar."
"It would be my pleasure," Velaxis murmured with a voice like rich cream.
It was one of the privileges of being whom and what he was, the role he played, the pleasures he extended. After pouring Arahal some wine, Velaxis sauntered over to Arahal's temporary bureau, austere and forbidding. He retrieved the items he required and took up his place at Arahal's feet, still clad in his omnipresent black leather boots. As he removed them and rubbed oil into his finely-boned arches, Velaxis contemplated being the only member of the Hegemony and its staff to actually see the naked skin of Arahal's feet and know particular secrets behind the commanding officer's leather and enigmatic personality.
With a smile hidden by his long hair, Velaxis set to work, giving Arahal a pedicure.
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Title: Behind the curtain
Fandom: Wraeththu (Bewitchments time period)
Characters: Velaxis, Arahal
Rating: PG
W/C: 297
"You beckoned?"
Arahal looked up from a sheath of papers, smiling at Velaxis.
"As a matter of fact, I did. Please, come in."
Velaxis didn't so much walk as glide from the entrance to Arahal's pavilion, fancying himself as a platinum-feathered swan. He sank gracefully into a chair opposite Arahal, an eyebrow raised in question.
"What can I do for you?"
A whisper of embarrassment flitted across Arahal's features and he took a deep breath, exhaling with purpose.
"Working with Swift the Varr has been draining. I haven't taken exercise like I should, and I've been asked to keep my focus solely on his caste training."
Velaxis looked on him with pity. "No aruna for you either, then?"
Arahal shook his head in resignation.
"That's a shame," Velaxis said. "I have some new gold clamps I was so wanting to see on you. The next best thing, then?" He was gratified to see a faint sheepish smile settle on Arahal's face.
"If you wouldn't mind, tiahaar."
"It would be my pleasure," Velaxis murmured with a voice like rich cream.
It was one of the privileges of being whom and what he was, the role he played, the pleasures he extended. After pouring Arahal some wine, Velaxis sauntered over to Arahal's temporary bureau, austere and forbidding. He retrieved the items he required and took up his place at Arahal's feet, still clad in his omnipresent black leather boots. As he removed them and rubbed oil into his finely-boned arches, Velaxis contemplated being the only member of the Hegemony and its staff to actually see the naked skin of Arahal's feet and know particular secrets behind the commanding officer's leather and enigmatic personality.
With a smile hidden by his long hair, Velaxis set to work, giving Arahal a pedicure.