He ruffled his feathers to be petty, not bothering to watch as Nathaniel's hand was absently batted away, only to return to sliding against his sleek feathers. His husband was not a man to be deterred, and he could feel the warmth of his longing.
Markus sighed, and left the balcony, flowing from it to the room, his feathers trailing after him.
"Well if I'm to wear something to your gala, I cannot go around looking like I don't own something spectacular for such an occasion. Surely you have a tailor for me."
He turned, allowing his wings to part, showing off a stripe of gray skin starting at his neck and ending at his toes.
"You may be present at my fitting but please do keep your pretty mouth shut. I know what I should look like."
Markus sighed, and left the balcony, flowing from it to the room, his feathers trailing after him.
"Well if I'm to wear something to your gala, I cannot go around looking like I don't own something spectacular for such an occasion. Surely you have a tailor for me."
He turned, allowing his wings to part, showing off a stripe of gray skin starting at his neck and ending at his toes.
"You may be present at my fitting but please do keep your pretty mouth shut. I know what I should look like."
