One ear swivels forward as the group comes forward, trying to pick apart the different sounds that belong to this Kyo. He's distinctly aware of the sound of his breathing, a hint faster than the others, a sharp tick of a heartbeat - something he recognizes as disapproval, maybe even anger. Finally a spark of something that isn't just constant obedience, fear, and uncertainty. A spark of life that just fuels that heat that's burning under Arawn's skin.
"Kyo," he echoes, one brow going up. The golden eyes linger on the orange haired teen, the line of his posture, that twitching mouth. "You didn't bring him here to be a soldier." In most situations, Arawn wouldn't say he picks up on things that aren't obvious, but he's been through enough of this the last few days that he knows exactly why they brought Kyo. The Sohmas are just like everyone else, eager to dump someone in his lap for good favor and perks that come with being able to say, their family has provided the king with someone to slick his lust whenever he needs it. And for the first time, Arawn feels a rush of want that might finally give these sharks what they want.
He breathes out slowly, chest rumbling, as he extends his hand to twitch his fingers expectantly for Kyo to come closer. "Come here," he orders, eyes watching Kyo carefully before they lift to the other men around him. "The rest of you step back." There's a sharpness to his voice when he says that, and a few of the wolves that flank them rise onto all fours, creeping closer to the edge of the carpet the Sohmas stand on. It's every bit a warning that they won't tolerate any push back from any of them.
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Date: 2023-12-04 03:54 pm (UTC)"Kyo," he echoes, one brow going up. The golden eyes linger on the orange haired teen, the line of his posture, that twitching mouth. "You didn't bring him here to be a soldier." In most situations, Arawn wouldn't say he picks up on things that aren't obvious, but he's been through enough of this the last few days that he knows exactly why they brought Kyo. The Sohmas are just like everyone else, eager to dump someone in his lap for good favor and perks that come with being able to say, their family has provided the king with someone to slick his lust whenever he needs it. And for the first time, Arawn feels a rush of want that might finally give these sharks what they want.
He breathes out slowly, chest rumbling, as he extends his hand to twitch his fingers expectantly for Kyo to come closer. "Come here," he orders, eyes watching Kyo carefully before they lift to the other men around him. "The rest of you step back." There's a sharpness to his voice when he says that, and a few of the wolves that flank them rise onto all fours, creeping closer to the edge of the carpet the Sohmas stand on. It's every bit a warning that they won't tolerate any push back from any of them.