Hexblade's Charm

Three and then some - Trick Or Treat

Malyck awoke early in the morning – at least he thought so, since the Mists didn't really have a day and night cycle. The sky around them was perpetually lit with stars. Hexi was sleeping peacefully beside him, but Malyck sat up with a gasp. His dreams had been peculiar, to say the least. He rubbed his eyes, trying to remember what they had been about. The image of a garden flashed before his eyes, and he recalled the smell of caramel. And...

"Thorn!", he said, half amused, half angry. Well, it had certainly been a nice dream. Because it was just a dream. It did have quite the physical effect on him, though... Guiltily, he looked over to Hexi and his heart warmed. The wounds looked like they had already healed well over night, and he wasn't as pale as before. He couldn't resist leaning down and gently kissing his lover's cheek, right on the golden and blue tattoo. Hexi smiled in his sleep.

"Good morning, jevaher-am", Malyck whispered. "I'll let you sleep in." He carefully got up and, still dressed in just a shirt and pants, he went out onto the deck. He didn't bother putting on the leather armor; the Mad King had said they would take a few days until they reached the next island.

Speaking of, the ship was not moving yet, and Malyck saw Mad King Thorn in his human form leaning leisurely against the bow of the ship, facing the cabin, with his eyes closed and (most interestingly) no shirt on; it almost looked like he was meditating. As Malyck approached, a broad grin let the corners of his mustache twirl upwards, and the black eyes opened to give Malyck an almost flirtatious look.

"Ah, little boy blue. You kept me quite busy, I must say. I wanted to take a look at the fogs this morning, but I guess I mist my chance. Well, I suppose I can dew it again tomorrow." He snickered. "How did you like our dream?"

Malyck blinked in surprise. "You used magic on me?"

Oswald pushed himself off the railing and took the few steps towards him; his movements were incredibly graceful, and Malyck tried unsuccessfully to stop himself from looking at his broad shoulders, his slim body, and further down...

"There must be something wrong with my eyes", Oswald said smoothly. "I can't take them off you." Malyck defiantly met the Mad King's gaze. It was so intense he felt himself blush.

"Why did you do that?", he asked.

"Why did I do what?"

"Make me dream... like that."

Oswald casually slid an arm around Malyck's waist, pulling him even closer. "Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it, bluebird."

"I won't", Malyck readily admitted. He was slightly breathless; Oswald simply left him no time to think, and even though he knew this must be wrong, he couldn't stop...

Oswald's hot caramel breath hit his face as the Mad King leaned forward and whispered in his ear: "You are quite the catch, Malyck; but yet you feel like you must keep your shirt on with thoughts like these? Come now. I think you're just being clothes-minded."

His deep laughter had shivers run down Malyck's back. "I think you're already showing off enough for both of us."

"Thank you, bluebell. I was in fact exercising, but it wasn't working out!"

Thankfully, the horrible puns ripped Malyck out of his fascination and he took a little step backwards, gently shoving Oswald's arm away from his waist in the process. "You're welcome. Why didn't you send that dream to Hexi, though, if you have to do it at all? I thought you liked him that way."

The Mad King raised an eyebrow. "Well, our friend Heximander was quite rude yesterday. If he had touched me at all, I would say he rubbed me the wrong way. Alas, he is keeping his distance. Probably because of you, I assume. Such a shame, considering our long-distance relationship was so far so good."