Talking about any kind of business seemed like a bad idea. Merlin could feel his patience fraying by the second when it came to the business of his own work and the business of his world. Everyone else in Chaos wanted power, everyone. Merlin and the second in the line of succession, his brother Despil, were practically allergic to it. How he ended up ruling, that was a long and very annoying story that had to do with distraction and a lot of scheming.
He just wanted to tilt his head to Dean's hand that was running through his hair and talk about music or art or anything else but business and politics. Usually he would have been glad to listen to Dean for hours to talk about his work. It wasn't especially interesting, he had to admit, but he liked to watch how the other mage lit up like a Christmas tree when he talked about his club.
Not today though.
"Can we stay in?" he asked, walking down his hand over Dean's chest and to his hip, curling in the folds of his shirt. He didn't feel like going out where other people roamed. "There's bound to be some movie in the telly. We could make some food or order in."
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He just wanted to tilt his head to Dean's hand that was running through his hair and talk about music or art or anything else but business and politics. Usually he would have been glad to listen to Dean for hours to talk about his work. It wasn't especially interesting, he had to admit, but he liked to watch how the other mage lit up like a Christmas tree when he talked about his club.
Not today though.
"Can we stay in?" he asked, walking down his hand over Dean's chest and to his hip, curling in the folds of his shirt. He didn't feel like going out where other people roamed. "There's bound to be some movie in the telly. We could make some food or order in."