Markus, ever uncaring of Nathaniel's moods, nipped his neck and slid a hand down his shirtfront.
"If you did have a dinner in your honor, someone else would have to throw it for you. After all, it looks rather pathetic if you're hosting your own honorary dinner. Have one of your puppets do it, and have them follow, to the letter, your instructions so it is at least enjoyable."
He spoke quietly, against the shell of Nathaniel's ear, and found a hand-hold against his bare skin.
"Don't ignore me sweetness."
With that, he rose and stretched his wings, then closed them around his body like a cloak.
"The sky view of the place is miserable. The districts are hardly aesthetically pleasing. Some bulge, others are slivers. I want them to be a grid, or at least a pleasing hive."
"If you did have a dinner in your honor, someone else would have to throw it for you. After all, it looks rather pathetic if you're hosting your own honorary dinner. Have one of your puppets do it, and have them follow, to the letter, your instructions so it is at least enjoyable."
He spoke quietly, against the shell of Nathaniel's ear, and found a hand-hold against his bare skin.
"Don't ignore me sweetness."
With that, he rose and stretched his wings, then closed them around his body like a cloak.
"The sky view of the place is miserable. The districts are hardly aesthetically pleasing. Some bulge, others are slivers. I want them to be a grid, or at least a pleasing hive."
