Choose your character! (1/1)

Chrys smiles, slowly closing his eyes.

Rodya looks at him, smiling brightly and then pulls away, darting out of the library and towards another room.

Chrys laughs, following.

The next room was what looked like a study. A nice wooden desk sat surrounded by books and papers. The room also had several maps on the walls and notes scattered everywhere. Along with that, there were several more bookshelves. Even with everything, the room seemed just as clean and organized as the rest of the mansion.

Rodya takes a look at the maids then moves to a diffrent room.

Chrys chuckles, “There’s an indoor pool room down the hall!” He calls out.

Rodya grumbles, “Let me explore for myself, asshole!”

Chrys laughs, “Alright! I’ll be in my study!”

Rodya grumbles, darting over to Chrys and dragging him with him.

Chrys yelps and laughs, “Thought you wanted to be by yourself-“

"No. I just dont want you telling me what everything is."

Chrys chuckles, “Okay okay-“

Rodya moves to room after room, exploring the mansion.

Chrys follows, staying silent.

Even though the mansion had a few ‘residents’ as Chrys called it, you could easily tell which rooms were in use and which ones weren’t. Most of the servant corridors were on the other side of the mansion.

Chrys smiles, “I have so much space, so everyone has their own room. Plus I don’t have many workers.”

Rodya nods, nuzzling into him.

Chrys hums softly, holding him close. “Though…I’d like it if you just…stay out of the ‘basement’. That’s where I keep any…‘criminals’.”

He frowns, confused.

Chrys sighs, “Please don’t be mad…but for some people who try to hurt me and threaten to bring others…I keep them here. Sometimes they turn into servants…or…well- food-“

Rodya nuzzles into him, silent.

Chrys bites his lip, then hides his face in Rodyas hair.

Rodya holds him close, nuzzling close, "Mmmm. . . mine. . ."

Chrys smiles warmly, “Yes…all yours…”

Rodya smiles, nuzzling his neck gently, relaxing into him

Chrys relaxes, chuckling softly.

Rodya bites his lip, “I’m hungry. . .” He mumbles.

Chrys hums, offering his neck.

Rodya hesitates, pulling back.

Chrys smiles, “Go ahead.”

Rodya bites his lip, looking at him.

Chrys hums softly, smiling. “It’s ok.”

Rodya sighs and then bites him, taking a deep pull.