"I wouldn't dream of ignoring you, Markus," Nathaniel said. "If I could polish you now, I absolutely would. A man standing at the precipice of his victory tends to get a little rough."
Markus was his trophy after all. One of the few things that Nathaniel liked to brag about and show off to others who simply could not touch him under any circumstances. How he'd hold those wings, pull that hair and wrap Markus completely around his fingers. Where he belonged. Bah! He had to snap out of this.
Nathaniel stood, taking Markus's face delicately into his hands, as to not bruise a perfect fruit. "I meant a different type of sustenance, my love. But you're still right. It will have to be another time unfortunately. You have to get dressed for the gala."
The tailor slid into the room, the garment neatly folded. There would be no wrinkles in sight once Markus had put the garment on, but they sincerely hoped that it was to the corvid's liking. Creating new fashions ahead of their time was a difficult undertaking and the tailor had gone through a number of attempts to mold the fabric into something that was deserving of Markus's body. There would be hell to pay otherwise.
Markus's observations were filed away for later use. Nathaniel would get around to it. A neat grid wasn't a bad idea. He gave Markus a quick kiss. Well, maybe a few more than just one...
He had his outfit custom made long before the election even happened. As a runner for the "public office", his clothing needed to reflect a certain conservative charm. Pitch the perfect balance, and still hide that annoying tail that was immune to his other form. Nathaniel could have pranced about in all his natural glory, but he was a terrifying beast to behold.
More fitting for his personality, but not much of a hit in the polls.
The outfit was rather simple in design. Timeless in cut and fit, and perfectly matched the sash that was mandatory to conceal his tail. As the time for the gala grew near, Nathaniel's energy seemed to crackle off of him. It was almost time to shine again. To show off his beautiful husband and begin planting seeds to sow later.
Markus was his trophy after all. One of the few things that Nathaniel liked to brag about and show off to others who simply could not touch him under any circumstances. How he'd hold those wings, pull that hair and wrap Markus completely around his fingers. Where he belonged. Bah! He had to snap out of this.
Nathaniel stood, taking Markus's face delicately into his hands, as to not bruise a perfect fruit. "I meant a different type of sustenance, my love. But you're still right. It will have to be another time unfortunately. You have to get dressed for the gala."
The tailor slid into the room, the garment neatly folded. There would be no wrinkles in sight once Markus had put the garment on, but they sincerely hoped that it was to the corvid's liking. Creating new fashions ahead of their time was a difficult undertaking and the tailor had gone through a number of attempts to mold the fabric into something that was deserving of Markus's body. There would be hell to pay otherwise.
Markus's observations were filed away for later use. Nathaniel would get around to it. A neat grid wasn't a bad idea. He gave Markus a quick kiss. Well, maybe a few more than just one...
He had his outfit custom made long before the election even happened. As a runner for the "public office", his clothing needed to reflect a certain conservative charm. Pitch the perfect balance, and still hide that annoying tail that was immune to his other form. Nathaniel could have pranced about in all his natural glory, but he was a terrifying beast to behold.
More fitting for his personality, but not much of a hit in the polls.
The outfit was rather simple in design. Timeless in cut and fit, and perfectly matched the sash that was mandatory to conceal his tail. As the time for the gala grew near, Nathaniel's energy seemed to crackle off of him. It was almost time to shine again. To show off his beautiful husband and begin planting seeds to sow later.
