Mending Bruises, But Not the Heart

Deyran shook his head in amusement. His eyes gleamed with a mix of fondness and playful allure. Ah, sure... he began, his voice smooth and teasing, carrying just enough edge to stir something beneath the surface. But—it’s not just the city’s ‘finer things’ that make it memorable. It’s the people within it—the ones who know how to really enjoy what life has to offer.

He noticed Alaric’s subtle pause—the slight change in his body. Deyran lips curled into a small, knowing smile. He could feel Alaric’s attention lingering, and though he didn’t press, he allowed himself to savor the moment—a warmth he welcomed.

Deyran’s lips curled into a sly grin as he glanced at Alaric. Ah, but don’t sell yourself short, he quipped, his tone smooth and playful. After all, it takes an equally refined eye to notice when someone else has impeccable taste.

As they stepped closer, the soft, golden light spilling from the windows bathed Deyran’s figure in a warm, inviting glow, casting gentle shadows along his features. His frame appeared even more defined in the light, and the playful twinkle in his eyes seemed to spark faintly.

Deyran chuckled softly, the sound light and teasing. He gave a mock bow, his movements smooth and deliberate, before stepping inside. I suppose the real challenge lies in whether their bartender can keep up with the company tonight. Shall we test their mettle? he said, his voice low and inviting, laced with a hint of playful promise. With a confident smile, Deyran extended his hand for him to take, leaving the other resting casually on his back—subtly emphasizing his presence, as if daring anyone to overlook the fact that he was lucky enough to be here with him.