Eichel smiles, though he's half-turned away as he straightens the blankets on the bed. It's clear to him that Jade is afraid of something, or made uncomfortable by something.
"Heine, come here."
Without a word, Heine goes to Eichel by the bed. The latter touches Heine's head again, stroking his hair back from his face and easing him down to sit on the bed.
"Undress. Like you usually do."
Like you usually do. The words register for Heine, if through a murky haze. He sheds his dress robes first, posture changing from too lax to something more normal, his habitual tenseness returning to his shoulders even as he hangs his robes over the footboard. When his gaze happens to land on Jade or Eichel, it doesn't stay there for any longer than it would on an item of furniture.
His shoes and pants go next. Then he starts on his shirt. When he starts, Eichel intervenes, manipulating Heine's position by a grip the back of the neck to turn and face the wall, so that when he takes his shirt off completely the scar that stretches from nape to tailbone is visible.
"You see," Eichel says, voice calm and low. "The results of a curse. Now, Jade, come and look—you want to experience new things."
It's not a question. Eichel remembers Heine, though he knows less about the curse than he would've liked to pretend. Now, if he can learn about it and have his fun at the same time—that's killing two birds with one stone.
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"Heine, come here."
Without a word, Heine goes to Eichel by the bed. The latter touches Heine's head again, stroking his hair back from his face and easing him down to sit on the bed.
"Undress. Like you usually do."
Like you usually do. The words register for Heine, if through a murky haze. He sheds his dress robes first, posture changing from too lax to something more normal, his habitual tenseness returning to his shoulders even as he hangs his robes over the footboard. When his gaze happens to land on Jade or Eichel, it doesn't stay there for any longer than it would on an item of furniture.
His shoes and pants go next. Then he starts on his shirt. When he starts, Eichel intervenes, manipulating Heine's position by a grip the back of the neck to turn and face the wall, so that when he takes his shirt off completely the scar that stretches from nape to tailbone is visible.
"You see," Eichel says, voice calm and low. "The results of a curse. Now, Jade, come and look—you want to experience new things."
It's not a question. Eichel remembers Heine, though he knows less about the curse than he would've liked to pretend. Now, if he can learn about it and have his fun at the same time—that's killing two birds with one stone.