"I suppose I'll even have to lower them more than usual... I'm not sure I can even safely put you to smooth the coverlet of my bed." Enki could, of course, not be any less than Shōryū, here, and smiled blithely at the pretend humility.
With a grunt, Enki stepped away and looked out over the lobby, turning around so he could see if Gaara was here, yet; while Enki wasn't sure he appreciated the view of him as 'fragile', the Kazekage had done quite a lot for him, and his... Enki's thought ground to a halt. His what? That was only Shōryū behind him.
And while Shōryū was special, in his own, annoying way, he wasn't the king and so wouldn't--- He was forgetting something. Tingle in his fingers where he'd just been grabbing the hoh, and the light behind him seemed slighly stronger than in the rest of the hall.
"Sh--Fuukan---" Enki wasn't sure what he'd been about to say, because he'd lost his train of thought due to the distraction earlier and turned back to Shōryū. And was nearly blinded by that special presence that was Shōryū/the king's, and no one else's.
Enki almost went down to his knees again, only stopped by grabbing onto Shōryū's hoh (he'd need to change, considering it really was too 'dressed up' for this place. At least if he wanted to blend in). As it was, his knees buckled and almost touched the floor.
"I--- They made me..!" Enki hissed, hands fisting in Shōryū hoh as he finally made the connection between "they took the memory of who I chose as king of En" to what was going on.
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Date: 2011-02-07 12:10 am (UTC)With a grunt, Enki stepped away and looked out over the lobby, turning around so he could see if Gaara was here, yet; while Enki wasn't sure he appreciated the view of him as 'fragile', the Kazekage had done quite a lot for him, and his... Enki's thought ground to a halt. His what? That was only Shōryū behind him.
And while Shōryū was special, in his own, annoying way, he wasn't the king and so wouldn't--- He was forgetting something. Tingle in his fingers where he'd just been grabbing the hoh, and the light behind him seemed slighly stronger than in the rest of the hall.
"Sh--Fuukan---" Enki wasn't sure what he'd been about to say, because he'd lost his train of thought due to the distraction earlier and turned back to Shōryū. And was nearly blinded by that special presence that was Shōryū/the king's, and no one else's.
Enki almost went down to his knees again, only stopped by grabbing onto Shōryū's hoh (he'd need to change, considering it really was too 'dressed up' for this place. At least if he wanted to blend in). As it was, his knees buckled and almost touched the floor.
"I--- They made me..!" Enki hissed, hands fisting in Shōryū hoh as he finally made the connection between "they took the memory of who I chose as king of En" to what was going on.
...
Was it too late to keep it from Shōryū?