For this Sage who loves his little games it has been four thousand years of never-ending words. Lukas has fallen out of the habit of bantering: the maidens never challenged him and the kings never came to him for fun, and it has been a long, long time since he last had anyone to speak to casually.
Every so often he feels the lack when Ken teases him and finds himself at a temporary loss for any clever words. In those moments he fills every sense with his Sage, wrapping arms around him and claiming him with a kiss, a slow and sweet thing just to demonstrate how much he and his little games have been missed.
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*vows to write still more and perpetuate the cycle*
I love this so very much and Lukas takes up more of my mind every time.
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Every so often he feels the lack when Ken teases him and finds himself at a temporary loss for any clever words. In those moments he fills every sense with his Sage, wrapping arms around him and claiming him with a kiss, a slow and sweet thing just to demonstrate how much he and his little games have been missed.
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