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Gibby sighed contentedly, breathing out slow as his hands trailed along the side of the wizard before him, letting his fingers toy with the fabric of his cloak. It seemed unwieldy like this, in his bed, the flowing quality of it. It was soft but thick, and so close - without his gestures and displays - Odozeir seemed quite small within it. He was made smaller still by his demeanor; it ,was amusing, Gibby felt, how... deliciously flustered the smaller man got when presented with himself. Even in such an innocent, close moment. A small, warm thing curled up in his chest when he looked down at him, slight and - quite honestly - cute.
A teasing smile tugged insistently at his lips. He was asleep, right now. Despite himself and his showboating about remaining "proper" with his king even in such a situation, Odozeir seemed to not have been able to keep his own words.
How utterly delightful.
"Mmm.. Odozeir," he hummed, touch feather light across the blue, wrinkled skin of his hands. "Odozeir... It is past sunrise, understand..."
In response, Odozeir snorted, harrumphed, and burrowed deeper into the pillow.
Gibby shoved his spare hand against his mouth to avoid laughing aloud. Stubborn old man, he thought, but then, rather adorable, besides. Lost as he was in sleep - wasn't he supposed to be an early riser? - Odozeir was oblivious to his own gaze, taking his fill of the mage that had more than earned his devoted attention.
That he had offered his own in return... Of course, Gibby was the king of the land and its inhabitants. He was no stranger to attention, and not naive to the admirations of others, romantic or otherwise. It was no great surprise, that Odozeir grew occasionally flightful or even embarrassed when faced with his presence.
Or... It should have been no great surprise. And it mostly was not. But it grew apparent the more time Gibby spent with Odozeir, observing not just himself but his skills in the art of gesture - it was... It caught his breath and his words with it, sometimes. Odozeir had the talent to make the most complex of things seem perfectly effortless, and seeing him more closely, observing the details of his form and thoughts and skills. It made his heart race. It stuttered his thoughts. It was something that could be almost frightening had it occurred with one not quite so -
Gibby blinked out of his thoughts as Odozeir mumbled something incoherent under his breath. Then he grumbled something decidedly unpleasant and promptly snuggled closer to Gibby's chest.
There was no doubt about it - as though someone of Gibby’s own capabilities would feel such a thing. His mage was his, heart and mind. If only Gibby was less honest, less toward with himself.
As it was, all he could do was acknowledge some begrudging reciprocation.