[ Ulos tells him nothing much - Anakin's stomach clenches, though, all the same, at the thought of Sarica doing business with the temples, maybe finding someone he'd... He shakes his head, pushing the thought away. It isn't particularly hard, either, with Ulos getting completely in his face now, wiping his beard, a few pearls of red still clinging to it here and there. He reeks of it. Anakin has to force his nose not to scrunch up and realises only a split-second later that it's a left-over habit from when he was very, very young.
Never let them see, his mother said. Let them see what they want, not what you are.
He's never forgotten the way she looked when she died but sometimes, he thinks he might've forgotten other things. Equally important things.
He swallows. Ulos' hand feels heavy against his shoulder, too close to his neck. His hand is a little too warm, damp from the heat of the evening. ]
[ He steps away, but they all do, at first. Before they realise what power Ulos wields, what power he wields together with Sarica, how they are as much kings as the royalty of Mergan up north. Efith is a democracy, but just barely. They're kings.
Stepping forward surprisingly swiftly, Ulos follows the boy back and grabs his upper arm, bringing himself chest to chest with him, face to face and he wrings his arm, twisting him down on his level. Go back inside, no, not without his taste.
He's too sweet, Sarica's boy, but they always are, right? They always are.
Smashing their mouths together, he kisses him, pushing his tongue in between his lips and taking that cavity first. Taste, yes. He tastes nice, good, sweet. Whatever he is, it tastes different from the drunken men inside who aren't even allowed to fling their clothes anywhere and get to it, the reason they're really there. Business, Sarica insisted. They all agreed, but they all hate it. They all recognise what it means.
The end of an era.
So Ulos kisses Sarica's boy and has his taste and he'll take it with him when he leaves. ]
[ Ulos... steps right back into his personal space and after that, things happen too quickly and his heart is already racing, mind wild with thoughts about Sarica who's inside the villa, who's dodging these nasty attacks left and right, he ought to be there - and then, Ulos actually grabs his arm and twists, Anakin grunting slightly at the sudden strain on his muscles. He stares at Ulos, wide-eyed, and then the man chooses to - to -
Eyes wide open, he's terrified for all of two seconds.
Then, the anger returns.
He doesn't care about Ulos' tongue in his mouth, aside from forgetting about it as fast as possible. He doesn't care about the other man's proximity, about his beard, about the wine on his breath or the hunger in his eyes. Eyes blazing, he grabs hold of Ulos with the Force, his hand clenching as he reaches right into his chest and cradles his spine, pulling him up, up, until his feet leave the ground and he's hanging in the air.
Snarling wordlessly, he sends him flying towards the pool and dunks him in, hard. The peaducks fly everywhere, clearly astonished. And Anakin remembers only after a good handful of seconds that people must breathe, releasing Ulos from beneath the water and leaving him to come to the surface by himself. ]
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Never let them see, his mother said. Let them see what they want, not what you are.
He's never forgotten the way she looked when she died but sometimes, he thinks he might've forgotten other things. Equally important things.
He swallows. Ulos' hand feels heavy against his shoulder, too close to his neck. His hand is a little too warm, damp from the heat of the evening. ]
I think we've spoken enough, sir.
[ He takes a step backwards, out of Ulos' grip. ]
Go back inside.
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Stepping forward surprisingly swiftly, Ulos follows the boy back and grabs his upper arm, bringing himself chest to chest with him, face to face and he wrings his arm, twisting him down on his level. Go back inside, no, not without his taste.
He's too sweet, Sarica's boy, but they always are, right? They always are.
Smashing their mouths together, he kisses him, pushing his tongue in between his lips and taking that cavity first. Taste, yes. He tastes nice, good, sweet. Whatever he is, it tastes different from the drunken men inside who aren't even allowed to fling their clothes anywhere and get to it, the reason they're really there. Business, Sarica insisted. They all agreed, but they all hate it. They all recognise what it means.
The end of an era.
So Ulos kisses Sarica's boy and has his taste and he'll take it with him when he leaves. ]
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Eyes wide open, he's terrified for all of two seconds.
Then, the anger returns.
He doesn't care about Ulos' tongue in his mouth, aside from forgetting about it as fast as possible. He doesn't care about the other man's proximity, about his beard, about the wine on his breath or the hunger in his eyes. Eyes blazing, he grabs hold of Ulos with the Force, his hand clenching as he reaches right into his chest and cradles his spine, pulling him up, up, until his feet leave the ground and he's hanging in the air.
Snarling wordlessly, he sends him flying towards the pool and dunks him in, hard. The peaducks fly everywhere, clearly astonished. And Anakin remembers only after a good handful of seconds that people must breathe, releasing Ulos from beneath the water and leaving him to come to the surface by himself. ]