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Of Something Else Entirely
Sep. 2nd, 2010 10:58 pmPullo walks in and Pullo walks out, Vorenus unaware of how many times since Niobe died that the big man had done this, but by Juno, he didn't truly care.
But that voice makes him pause, makes him rise even in his grief and in Antony's harsh tones, he doesn't think ... merely acts.
He stands, unable to look him in the eye when the muscle memory has him in thrall of him. Antony's breath on his skin sending the very hairs to rise. Even when he hears him say that he is his master, by sacred oath, it is all he can do to function, even when he remembers other nights.
He starts but stills under the glare of the man who was his master, that fucking seductive voice working it's magic like a whore, even cooing how no man is above redemption, not even him.
It is all he can do to stand as Antony's hand cups his cheek, not in heat of passion, but of something else entirely.
But that voice makes him pause, makes him rise even in his grief and in Antony's harsh tones, he doesn't think ... merely acts.
He stands, unable to look him in the eye when the muscle memory has him in thrall of him. Antony's breath on his skin sending the very hairs to rise. Even when he hears him say that he is his master, by sacred oath, it is all he can do to function, even when he remembers other nights.
He starts but stills under the glare of the man who was his master, that fucking seductive voice working it's magic like a whore, even cooing how no man is above redemption, not even him.
It is all he can do to stand as Antony's hand cups his cheek, not in heat of passion, but of something else entirely.
