Dacian did his best to collect himself despite not really sure what was wrong with him. Perhaps he was tired after working for most of the day or it could still be him settling down in his government position as an ambassador. And yet, at the same time, those two reasons do not really feel like they could be what is making him acting so stiff and a bit timid. He shook his head at himself then glimpsed over at the king. Out of nowhere, he thought back to yesterday as his eyes observed King Evander, taking in the king's features. "If I may ask, Your Majesty, that flower I had given you yesterday, what did you do with it? Did you keep it?"
He was a little surprised at the question, and flushed for a moment. "I put it in a vase, and it is in my bedroom." He replied, figuring the truth couldn't hurt in this situation. It didn't necessarily mean anything romantic, and it didn't. Of course it didn't. It was just a rose, after all. He looked over at Dacian, studying him.
The king still has the flower. Somehow that fact gave him this sensation of happiness and pride. Dacian was only happy because King Evander has kept the flower, not for any other reason; no other reason indeed. His eyes widened though, just as he took a deep breath in order to relax himself. "Oh, that is lovely," He breathed. Briefly, he looked down at his hands, clasping them together in order to stop from fidgeting. "I should have picked up two more, so then it would not be lonely. Back at home, we never simply give another just one flower, and we do not give even amounts of flowers too. But I do not want to pick all of your beautiful flowers, I will find another gift to make you happy, Your Majesty."
Evander flushed again. "Oh. I…I do not require gifts of you, Dacian. I really do not, it would not be…fair of me." He took a deep breath, blinking faintly at the ambassador across from him. "The flower is quite a lovely gift all on its own."
"But I…." He stopped himself from continuing any further. In an instant, he covered his lips with his hand, lightly tapping them. Dacian was not sure what he was going to say, but he felt the need to stop before saying something absurd. He is the ambassador, not a simple noble or a young university man, he is the head of the embassy. "My apologies again, Your Majesty, I have this strange tendency to 'shower others with gifts' and such," He muttered, bowing his head. "Seeing you smile makes me smile, really it is true. It is like watching an angel beam."
Evander blinked at the compliments, not having been expecting them. "Oh, ah, my thanks, ambassador. It's…it's quite the compliment, and you're so kind to say it." He swallowed faintly, smiling a little bit at Dacian. "You're a very kind man." He added. "It's…it's a good trait, don't let anyone change you."
Rubbing the back of his neck, he let out a soft laugh. His lips spread, creating a wide beam. Dacian was caught up in what he heard for a few moments; he swore he felt his heart jump out of nowhere. "Thank you so much, it is an honor to hear such words from you, my king. To be honest, Your Majesty, I feel very comfortable around you for some reason and that is why I feel as if I should and can give these kind of compliments to you," He admitted. "It feels so….natural, if that makes any sense. And your words leave such an impact on me as well. They are mellifluous."
He smiled again, quiet and soft, grey eyes contemplative as he studied Dacian. "My thanks again, Ambassador. And…I feel quite the same of you; you are very easy to talk to." He didn't know why they both felt this way, it seemed odd, but at the same time, quite a welcome thing.
To him, it appeared as if they are on the same page. Does the king truly feel the same? What even is this feeling he has? Dacian had so many questions, so many words were piling up on his tongue. "I am glad to hear that you feel the same, it is a wonderful thing to hear indeed," He hesitantly nodded. His hands began to fidget again. "I must ask, Your Majesty, is it normal for one's heart to feel very warm and go at a quick pace from time to time? I am only asking because for the last few days or so, I have been feeling this way and I am a bit lost. Even though I am relaxed with you and your gracious presence, I….I…I feel a rather bit flushed right now. Maybe I need fresh air…"
(sfgdbkjb "heartburn, ambassador")
Evander hesitated, studying Dacian again. "We can go out to the gardens, if you like. Or at least out to the courtyards." he suggested, shifting in his seat but not quite getting up yet. "I hope you are not coming down with an illness, that would not be enjoyable for either yourself or anyone else with you."
Uncrossing his legs, he gently sat up while clearing his throat. Dacian took a swift glimpse out the window before facing King Evander again. Only in a matter of minutes he lowered his head, still fidgeting with his hands. He shook his head, "I have been gravely ill before. and I do not think I am. Maybe it is just my mind, but I would love to go out to the gardens or courtyards if that is alright with you, Your Majesty." Glancing up at the king, he lightly smiled, "Are you alright yourself, Your Majesty?"
"Then let's go outside." He replied. "And yes, I am perfectly alright. Thank you." To tell the truth, that wasn't the truth. He wasn't alright, not with the monster and not with the way Dacian made him feel, but he couldn't, wouldn't tell the truth. It was…not something that would be good, for anyone involved.
(Ooh so the song "King" by Lauren Aquilina reminds me of Evander)
(I agree; it does suit him really well!)
Dacian almost shot up out of his seat till he glanced over at King Evander then slowly sat back down. "That is very good to hear, Your Majesty," He smiled. Looking at the king, he wondered if he really was okay or if there was something else. All those curiosities from yesterday and all the other days wandered in his head. Did the king feel the same as him too? Could that be possible? He held out his arm, motioning to the door. "After you, my king."
(:D yeah)
Evander got to his feet, heading towards the door. "Thank you, ambassador." He said, leading the way out to the courtyard. "Here we are, I hope you are feeling better?" His gaze flickered over to Dacian curiously, hoping the ambassador was not feeling ill.
Once the king began to walk, he finally stood up and followed. Dacian held his hands behind his back as they arrived to the courtyard. The feeling of fresh air did make him feel a bit better, but when he would look at the king, he still felt strange. Before answering King Evander's question, he turned his head and covered his mouth while coughing; then he cleared his throat. Lightly, he nodded at first. "A little bit, I should be fine," He responded, giving a reassuring smile. "Thank you so much, Your Majesty."
"You are quite welcome, ambassador." He replied, returning the smile with a soft, easy one of his own. "I do hope the fresh air helps you feel a bit better." He glanced around the courtyard, which was stone brick with a fountain in the center. A few different doorways led out, mainly to gardens, though some led back into the palace.
Dacian did take a glimpse around the area, but his eyes deviated back over to the king. He sighed, nodding slowly; his head tilted back as he continued to grin. He hummed gently, "I am sure that it will, Your Majesty. The fresh air…the view…it is all wonderful. I should be better in no time."
Evander wasn't quite sure what Dacian meant by "view", but he didn't question it either, merely dipped his head in a nod and continued to look around the courtyard, eyes snagging on a dragonfly that was lazily winging through.
Lifting his chin up, he glanced up at the sky. He watched as the clouds slowly passed by the sun. Holding his hand up to cover the sun, he lightly chuckled. "I never knew how bright the sun could be," Dacian sighed in awe. "At home, there is this belief that if the sun and moon are shining very brightly at you, that means you have met your sun or moon, or that you will be very soon. I wonder if it's true, or maybe it's just that my Sceivanian eyes are sensitive to such bright lights. Do you know of any superstitions like that, Your Majesty?"
Evander smiled a little, considering the question. "Aven has quite a few superstitions, yes, though I'm not sure we have any similar to that one." he replied, looking over at Dacian thoughtfully. "At least, not to do with the sun and moon."
"Really? How fascinating that is," He mused. Dacian lowered his eyes, meeting with the king's. A shiver went down his spine as he let his gaze linger for a couple of seconds. He looked away. "The sun and moon are truly a beauty together; they compliment one another so wonderfully. Your Majesty, which one do you think you are? The sun or the moon?"
Evander shrugged a little. "As king, I suppose I must be the sun." He said slowly. "Since I lead a country. I'm unsure of the specific criteria to be which one, though." He replied, looking over at Dacian.
So sorry to interrupt, I can delete this if you want, but the title says "Open". You guys look well into the roleplay, so is it meant to say that? Or is it still actually open? Just wanted to give a heads-up. @Icefire_the_always_exhausted
(it still says open because I forgot to change it lmao. It's not actually open. OxO means one on one, just by the way. Not crabby, by the way! I know I can come across as crabby but I'm not, I promise)
Dacian nodded, looking ahead in the courtyard. "I have to agree with you, Your Majesty. You are bright and bold as our star. Quite radiating too, if I may say so myself," He chuckled lightly. With his right hand, he covered his mouth as he laughed till he took a slow breath. "I suppose there are some criteria, but I believe that everyone has their own. As long as one compliment the other, then it does not really matter. If you are the sun, then I hope that you find your moon."
