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"Kneel."
The sound of armor hitting the floor resounded in the room though the ugly sound didn't take any of his attention away from the beautiful sight in front of him. Ewron's eyes were hooded, his irises so enlarged that he almost couldn't see the color underneath. The prettiest blush covered his cheeks and Ash couldn't resist reaching a hand out. His palm settled against Ewron's cheek and he thumbed at his cheekbone and watched as his eyelashes fluttered against the pad of his finger.
He was silent, just looking up at him and waiting for something to happen- wether it be an action or order. Adorable. Behavior worth encouraging.
"Good."
The praise had a physical reaction in Ewron, one Ash observed very closely and attentively. The assassin shuddered beneath his hand, bit his lip to stifle a sound from escaping, perhaps? He shifted on his knees, attempting to put some pressure on himself. Ash chuckled at the sight. His partner in crime, the person that will kill the server with him, reduced to this? It was humorous. Entertaining, enticing. He let his hand wander from Ewron' cheek to hair, clutching at the soft locks.
Ash slowly pet Ewron's hair. It was relaxing, in a way. He could stay like this for hours. Maybe he'd take Ewron to his pondering place, with the lavenders. He'd look pretty covered in purple, wouldn't he? He'd smell wonderful too.
He pat Ewron's head once, twice and stood up. An encouraging look was all it took for his pet to stand up after him.
"This place is beautiful."
Ewron's eyes were shining. His hair was swaying in the soft breeze, free from the hood of his cloak after Ash insisted they use it as a blanket. When laid out, it was large enough for the both of them to lay on top of it.
Ash hummed and looked over at the man laying next to him, his head leaning on Ash's shoulder, he was inclined to agree. The view was beautiful. Breathtaking, even.
Ewron noticed the fact that Ash's attention was elsewhere, he was somehow always attuned to the tiny shifts Ash's face did to showcase his thoughts. What he was about to say died on his tongue as he turned his head and saw Ash gazing into his eyes.
His breath hitched and he just… stopped. He waited with anticipation. What was going on inside Ash's head now?
The only move he made was raising his hand to rest on Ewron's cheek and stroke fur, even softer than his hair.