Fic: Nathaniel/Seregil (Anita Blake/Nightrunner crossover)

[eiranea]

Some where in the back of his mind Nathaniel could remember a time, or perhaps a place, where the whores and prostitutes of his city were derided, hated, forced to work on the cold streets. There was nothing like that for him now. He'd entered on of the establishments of Rhimnee and in just a few short months gained a reputation such that the White

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[the5thmarauder]

Seregil relaxed casually in a large arm chair, near the back of the house that he had chosen to occupy that evening. Eyes lazy, legs draped across the chair, as loosely as satin, Seregil watched the men come in and out, analysing them in his mind. As each face, all tinged by the frigid air outside, appeared in the doorway, Seregil smiled softly to himself, knowing that each man would be weak to his charms.

Until he saw him.

Needing something extraordinary had brought Seregil here, on this cold evening. Now he had found it, his stomach turned, and a familiar sort of hunger, nothing to do with food, stirred restlessly within him.

He stood.

[eiranea]

With his long hair braided back from his face, and his clothing deceptively plain Nathaniel should have looked out of place, but his grace and beauty just caught the attention and held the eye.

As he walked into the room, laughing with a few of the other residents of the house, conversations slowed as men turned to look at him. A couple standing near the door called something to him, he smiled and shook his head in reply, continuing deeper into the room. A man had already caught his eye, and he was determined to have the attention returned.

Slipping off his cloak as he walked he approached the dark haired man who stood at the back of the room.

[the5thmarauder]

Seregil felt his body reacting, even before an exchange of words had been offered. This man wasn't handsome, but by the lightbearer, he was beauitful, an also feminine grace hightlighting his boyish features. Seregil grinned rougishly, bowing slightly as the other man neared.

"Seregil of Rhimnee," he announced, eyes sparkling despite the dark depths.

Waiting for a response, Seregil eyed the man, quickly taking in his features. With a slighter body than Seregil's own, Seregil vaguely wondered if the man could be Faie, but no marks showed tribe or clan, and the stranger looked a foreigner to these parts.

[eiranea]

"Nathaniel Graison." the man replied, returning the bow gracefully.

When he met Seregil's eyes again, there was something there that Nathaniel recognised, the pain of friends lost and mistakes made that was at odds with his youthful appearance. Despite that, he liked what he saw; a slim built man, grey eyes that shone with knowledge and mischeif and a narrow-liped mouth turned up in a smile.

"Shall we, then?" he asked, offering his hand to Seregil.