He also loves giving him gifts. He's not shy about that, either. Acatl sits by the carved stone chest that holds his valuables, sighing at the gold and silver and jade within. There are pieces of carved coral as big as duck eggs, a gleaming emerald heart the size of his two fists, ropes of turquoise and jade to weave through his hair. This latest present--a silver spider-and-owl pectoral, the symbol of his order in a form emperors would envy--might not even fit in the box.
"What's that look for?"
He can't help but smile fondly at his lover's voice, shaking his head. "Love..."
"What?"
"Do you remember when I recommended subtlety?"
"That was before I was Emperor," Teomitl says dryly, and...well, he can't argue with that.
Obsidian & Blood, Acatl/Teomitl
He also loves giving him gifts. He's not shy about that, either. Acatl sits by the carved stone chest that holds his valuables, sighing at the gold and silver and jade within. There are pieces of carved coral as big as duck eggs, a gleaming emerald heart the size of his two fists, ropes of turquoise and jade to weave through his hair. This latest present--a silver spider-and-owl pectoral, the symbol of his order in a form emperors would envy--might not even fit in the box.
"What's that look for?"
He can't help but smile fondly at his lover's voice, shaking his head. "Love..."
"What?"
"Do you remember when I recommended subtlety?"
"That was before I was Emperor," Teomitl says dryly, and...well, he can't argue with that.