It had been at least a few months and weeks since Trodai had last seen Darth Arcanos. Azar, his lover. Or so he still hoped so, that the fond feelings still remained. Even after he had heard of the death of his husband which was a surprise itself. Trodai was slightly more cautious as a result upon this meeting. Not knowing who he would meet Darth Arcanos or Azar. Trodai had chosen to remain a bit more scarce after the disastrous gala incident with Vossari and after the death of Karys, to give Azar time to grieve and think.
Instead he had focused upon carrying out assignments for the Sith, increasing his own powerbase and keeping his promises to his king. Managing to be both restored as Regent of Ur and physically in the process of his absence. A surprise to himself at finding such a way. He was certain his king would find that particular tale of interest. No longer was this the young, foolish man he had once been. Instead stood a slightly more scarred, seasoned warrior.
Wiser for the lessons he had learnt.
He had debated for a long time whether to actually ask Azar to join him for a little getaway to Verona. Unsure as to how he felt after everything that had happened. But in the end he asked, and was surprised and happy he decided to come. He missed him very much, more than he would dare ever admit. And his heart ached in anticipation, thumping like a drum. Like it was the first time all over again. In a sense he supposed it was. For he had grown since they last met in many ways. He supposed the same was of Darth Arcanos. He waited patiently, as a entourage of baggage handlers waited for his king having been informed to expect extra luggage. He remembered how Azar loved to travel with multiple bags, it brought a smile recalling this small quirk. They were told to expect his arrival soon at the luxury hotel, nestled close to the forest and the mountains so they could begin the trek to the lowlands and the plant and nature reserve the following day. It would allow Darth Arcanos and Trodai a day to look around the area and explore it they so chose or rest.
He thought upon their last words. Time makes the heart grow fonder, he found now the truth to those words. Time and abswnce had made him grow for Azar. For his king. His Sith'ari. And his love had never felt stronger. Just as he had never felt more strong in other ways. And so he waited, dressed to impress in a gold and black ensemble and wearing a full face ball mask hoping he hadn't yet found out about his restoration. Hoping to surprise Azar himself with it.
Although he knew he couldn't hide it entirely, his returned muscles and physique were far more obvious.
A small chuckle escaped at the thought of it. He wondered what he might think, both upon his attempt at surprise and at his restored appearance, even if there were some scars remaining. But luckily now they had faded for most part from what they were. As he saw Azar, a wide smile gripped him underneath the mask.
He could feel him even before he saw him. And it was intoxicating and dangerous all in one. And yet he found he could love no other and refused too, even if some objected. This was what he had chosen that first moment they danced and locked eyes. A man he had bled and sacrificed for and would continue to, and would walk into Chaos for.
He gave a bow as he spoke.
"Welcome my king, to Verona. I am glad you accepted and am sorry it had to be so long until we saw each other again. I see now the words you spoke are true, as you once told me. It is true time and absence does make the heart grow fonder. I have missed you greatly."
With that he stepped back a little as he spoke more, so Azar had a good view "Sorry about the mask, but I have something of a surprise to show you. It might be a little shock at first." and with that he slowly removed the mask, knowing Azar might be expecting something even more gross only to be pleasantly more surprised. Or so was his hope. Taking the mask off he revealed his restored form.
"What do you think my king? Do I meet your approval. I can't wait to show you the sights of the reserve." he said smiling as he gave the mask to a baggage handler to put away.
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Instead he had focused upon carrying out assignments for the Sith, increasing his own powerbase and keeping his promises to his king. Managing to be both restored as Regent of Ur and physically in the process of his absence. A surprise to himself at finding such a way. He was certain his king would find that particular tale of interest. No longer was this the young, foolish man he had once been. Instead stood a slightly more scarred, seasoned warrior.
Wiser for the lessons he had learnt.
He had debated for a long time whether to actually ask Azar to join him for a little getaway to Verona. Unsure as to how he felt after everything that had happened. But in the end he asked, and was surprised and happy he decided to come. He missed him very much, more than he would dare ever admit. And his heart ached in anticipation, thumping like a drum. Like it was the first time all over again. In a sense he supposed it was. For he had grown since they last met in many ways. He supposed the same was of Darth Arcanos. He waited patiently, as a entourage of baggage handlers waited for his king having been informed to expect extra luggage. He remembered how Azar loved to travel with multiple bags, it brought a smile recalling this small quirk. They were told to expect his arrival soon at the luxury hotel, nestled close to the forest and the mountains so they could begin the trek to the lowlands and the plant and nature reserve the following day. It would allow Darth Arcanos and Trodai a day to look around the area and explore it they so chose or rest.
He thought upon their last words. Time makes the heart grow fonder, he found now the truth to those words. Time and abswnce had made him grow for Azar. For his king. His Sith'ari. And his love had never felt stronger. Just as he had never felt more strong in other ways. And so he waited, dressed to impress in a gold and black ensemble and wearing a full face ball mask hoping he hadn't yet found out about his restoration. Hoping to surprise Azar himself with it.
Although he knew he couldn't hide it entirely, his returned muscles and physique were far more obvious.
A small chuckle escaped at the thought of it. He wondered what he might think, both upon his attempt at surprise and at his restored appearance, even if there were some scars remaining. But luckily now they had faded for most part from what they were. As he saw Azar, a wide smile gripped him underneath the mask.
He could feel him even before he saw him. And it was intoxicating and dangerous all in one. And yet he found he could love no other and refused too, even if some objected. This was what he had chosen that first moment they danced and locked eyes. A man he had bled and sacrificed for and would continue to, and would walk into Chaos for.
He gave a bow as he spoke.
"Welcome my king, to Verona. I am glad you accepted and am sorry it had to be so long until we saw each other again. I see now the words you spoke are true, as you once told me. It is true time and absence does make the heart grow fonder. I have missed you greatly."
With that he stepped back a little as he spoke more, so Azar had a good view "Sorry about the mask, but I have something of a surprise to show you. It might be a little shock at first." and with that he slowly removed the mask, knowing Azar might be expecting something even more gross only to be pleasantly more surprised. Or so was his hope. Taking the mask off he revealed his restored form.
"What do you think my king? Do I meet your approval. I can't wait to show you the sights of the reserve." he said smiling as he gave the mask to a baggage handler to put away.
@Sreeya
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