[In all honesty, Elijah would hate knowing Agreas thinks of him as a suck up. He's not just some idiot who says empty words of flattery just because he thinks its what his wants to hear, or anything like that. But...it's not like he can say he's not a suck up either, that aside. It's true enough that he'd been doing far more than his fair share of "favors" recently...and that's an understatement, in the grand scheme. As soon as Elijah had found his way in, and gotten his king's attention...that'd been a major turning point for everything in his life. It's what he'd wanted ever since he first saw Agreas...and realized just how badly...how desperately he'd wanted that man.
But you can't make a king your own...especially not when you're one of his subjects. And nowhere even close to the same strength as him. So instead, when Elijah'd finally had his first chance with securing a position near Agreas, he'd put absolutely everything into it. If there'd been onlookers to all events laid out, they could easily say that Elijah dropped everything, and started devoting his life to gaining favor with Agreas. In fact...he'd devoted a lot to trying to get that first chance with his king too...but nothing could compare once he was finally there. After he was there, it only meant fighting harder- to maintain his position, and rise from it into a more favorable one. All that time, no matter what he was offered, he never took a position of power over one that was closer to his king.
And he kept on rising until he'd gotten this far. Until Agreas had created a new position for him of a personal servant. Something the other had never done before, as long as Elijah can remember. Just thinking about it makes the adrenaline rush through his body- enough to feel like he might get sick from it, even.
Besides...being thought of as a "suck up" aside, what he doesn't mind, is that his king seems to find some form of amusement from him. Maybe thinking of it that way should feel a little demeaning...maybe it does, to a small extent. Except Elijah can still look past all of that...and it's because he can already see small, very subtle differences in his king because he's amused. Like he's enjoying himself more, even marginally...and that's still another change that's happening all because of him.
So...yes. He'll sleep on the bed like a dog. He'll sit at his king's feet by the throne. And he'll even wholeheartedly accept the position of personal servant- even if it means surrendering nearly all of his freedom. Those are still positions that're only for him and he doesn't have to share them with anyone. Anyone at all.
He'd barely been able to sleep all night because of everything that'd happened. Agreas had appointed him as his personal servant only yesterday, and Elijah's heart couldn't stop racing the entire time. Especially not when Agreas had listed off a few of his duties...especially not when Agreas brought him to his room...and especially not when Agreas told him he'd be sleeping on the same bed as him. It didn't even matter that sleeping at edge of a bed was probably a downgrade from having his own bed to himself. That bed wasn't his king's bed...and no matter what a simple thing it might seem like, there'd been an overpowering sense of thrill that'd gone through him at the knowledge.
It'd almost been too much to handle in just one day. By the time he had laid down to sleep, he'd felt like his body was a thin shell- weak from trying to contain all of the wild, hungry energy radiating inside of him. All stemming from the thoughts that kept on echoing over and over again- that he'd done it. He'd made it this far...he'd made it into his king's room...into his bed. Maybe Agreas would never truly be his, but now he could belong to his king. Now he could be closer to that same king than anyone else ever had. Now he could keep all of these parts of him- all to himself.
Elijah himself is self aware enough to realize that his mind's already been twisted into a deep obsession...but there's nothing that makes him want to stop the path he's already set himself on. Why would he, when he's already gotten more than he even knew he could?
The spiral of restless, over-excited energy kept his mind alert for hours...and an overpowering thirst that seemed to just barely keep him from salivating like a hungry, wild beast every time he caught sight of the sleeping figure on the bed. Or even heard the soft sound of steady breathing so close to him. Really...it's a small wonder that he'd managed to just lay there quietly for so long.
Even by the time morning comes, and Elijah is asleep by then...when Agreas calls out to him, his mind and his body still have that restless energy swirling around inside of them. So at the sound of his name, his eyes snap open in an instant.
Elijah rises quickly- but he doesn't seem startled, or rushed as he moves. It's almost strangely graceful...like it's clear he's still being simply being obedient right now- not just jumping up after being woken. He rests both hands down on his legs- turning over to face the sight of his king laying there in bed...and trying to fight back that same, hungry sense of desperate excitement.]
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But you can't make a king your own...especially not when you're one of his subjects. And nowhere even close to the same strength as him. So instead, when Elijah'd finally had his first chance with securing a position near Agreas, he'd put absolutely everything into it. If there'd been onlookers to all events laid out, they could easily say that Elijah dropped everything, and started devoting his life to gaining favor with Agreas. In fact...he'd devoted a lot to trying to get that first chance with his king too...but nothing could compare once he was finally there. After he was there, it only meant fighting harder- to maintain his position, and rise from it into a more favorable one. All that time, no matter what he was offered, he never took a position of power over one that was closer to his king.
And he kept on rising until he'd gotten this far. Until Agreas had created a new position for him of a personal servant. Something the other had never done before, as long as Elijah can remember. Just thinking about it makes the adrenaline rush through his body- enough to feel like he might get sick from it, even.
Besides...being thought of as a "suck up" aside, what he doesn't mind, is that his king seems to find some form of amusement from him. Maybe thinking of it that way should feel a little demeaning...maybe it does, to a small extent. Except Elijah can still look past all of that...and it's because he can already see small, very subtle differences in his king because he's amused. Like he's enjoying himself more, even marginally...and that's still another change that's happening all because of him.
So...yes. He'll sleep on the bed like a dog. He'll sit at his king's feet by the throne. And he'll even wholeheartedly accept the position of personal servant- even if it means surrendering nearly all of his freedom. Those are still positions that're only for him and he doesn't have to share them with anyone. Anyone at all.
He'd barely been able to sleep all night because of everything that'd happened. Agreas had appointed him as his personal servant only yesterday, and Elijah's heart couldn't stop racing the entire time. Especially not when Agreas had listed off a few of his duties...especially not when Agreas brought him to his room...and especially not when Agreas told him he'd be sleeping on the same bed as him. It didn't even matter that sleeping at edge of a bed was probably a downgrade from having his own bed to himself. That bed wasn't his king's bed...and no matter what a simple thing it might seem like, there'd been an overpowering sense of thrill that'd gone through him at the knowledge.
It'd almost been too much to handle in just one day. By the time he had laid down to sleep, he'd felt like his body was a thin shell- weak from trying to contain all of the wild, hungry energy radiating inside of him. All stemming from the thoughts that kept on echoing over and over again- that he'd done it. He'd made it this far...he'd made it into his king's room...into his bed. Maybe Agreas would never truly be his, but now he could belong to his king. Now he could be closer to that same king than anyone else ever had. Now he could keep all of these parts of him- all to himself.
Elijah himself is self aware enough to realize that his mind's already been twisted into a deep obsession...but there's nothing that makes him want to stop the path he's already set himself on. Why would he, when he's already gotten more than he even knew he could?
The spiral of restless, over-excited energy kept his mind alert for hours...and an overpowering thirst that seemed to just barely keep him from salivating like a hungry, wild beast every time he caught sight of the sleeping figure on the bed. Or even heard the soft sound of steady breathing so close to him. Really...it's a small wonder that he'd managed to just lay there quietly for so long.
Even by the time morning comes, and Elijah is asleep by then...when Agreas calls out to him, his mind and his body still have that restless energy swirling around inside of them. So at the sound of his name, his eyes snap open in an instant.
Elijah rises quickly- but he doesn't seem startled, or rushed as he moves. It's almost strangely graceful...like it's clear he's still being simply being obedient right now- not just jumping up after being woken. He rests both hands down on his legs- turning over to face the sight of his king laying there in bed...and trying to fight back that same, hungry sense of desperate excitement.]
Yes...?