You need a big god

[reinkarnate]

[The land is a lot different to what he is used to. It feels hot and dry and he can already feel a little homesick for his homeland.

Honestly, he had concerns about pushing a campaign so far away from India. It was not something that he considered a good move, but his father would hear nothing of it. Well, father is pushing it. His mother's husband and king. It was why he lead troops forward into what he considered unnecessary bloodshed.

Karna was not heartless though. He was not one to give up, but he was not a fool. His pride or ego was not worth the cost of having all his men die. He may be the king's "son" but he was still a deity and the masses was still his priority as a deity of charity. It was why he surrendered with the bargain that they would let his men march back to their homes and family in exchange of letting himself be captured. It's why he found himself entering a foreign city among men that he was fighting just before. Leading them was a strong mage with a curious appearance. An abundance of purple hair and long ears. He was sure he heard her being called Nitocris, but he hasn't spoken the entire time. It was probably best that he observe before speaking.

The palace is wondrous and tall and he finds that he's quite taken by the architecture of the his new surroundings. The mage announces their return as they stop in the throne room. Everyone bows as she announces the man before him. Everyone, but Karna. He wasn't going to easily bow to someone that was not his own ruler.]

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[reinkarnate]

[Even Karna, who rarely shows emotions, glances away from the other. Almost bashful. This was very outside his element. He could step onto a battlefield with pure confidence. Help others without hesitation no matter how messy the job.

Matters of intimacy? Completely foreign. New. Awkward.]

I'm not one for complaining. [Even if he may have taken a step back unconsciously.] I will comply with what you wish.

[dajakudajaku]

[He noticed that step backwards, and he takes his own step forward to compensate for it. His fingers travelling up a little furthur, calloused fingers running up and along the back of his ear as he looks away from him.]

So you say, and so I expect. But you are looking away from me now, despite your words.

Are you repulsed at the idea? Or perhaps you are shy?

[reinkarnate]

I am not repulsed.

[His answer was at least firm at that.]

Even I can be flustered in such an intimate situation. I have already said that I am inexperienced in these kind of things. Certainly, it isn't that surprising.

[He places his own hand over one of Ozymandias' own.]

Is that a problem?

[dajakudajaku]

While you speak truth, that it is only too often that a virgin blushes profusely when experiencing their first taste of something profoundly intimate, but as fierce a warrior as I have been told you had been on the front lines; I find it strangely endearing that you are so docile when considering being intimate with someone.

[To be dangerous in battle but gentle and soft in the bedroom...
The more Karna spoke, the more intrigued Ozymandias found himself with the other.

His fingers shift a little under Karna's far paler white ones, aiming to grab it. Pulling it forward, palm up--to place a kiss at the center of it. Golden hawk's eyes flicking up to catch Karna's otherworldly own. A smirk on his face.]

I see no problems here, oh pale one.

[reinkarnate]

Interacting with others is...difficult. [Just everyday interaction was a bit troublesome at times. It was one thing to give orders or to take orders on the battlefield. To deal with all the intricacies in even a normal conversation was a lot more.

It did not help that his ability to see the true intentions of others made for either awkward conversation or none at all (Ozymandias seems too boastful to really lie).] I had not considered more intimate settings with anyone, much less someone I had only made acquaintances just hours before.

[Ah. The man was surely a charmer.] You can easily charm even the most vicious snakes to your whim. [A vague admittance that the other surely has his attention.]

[dajakudajaku]

[If Ozymandias did feel to need to lie, he would probably be extremely obvious about it. Instead, he's most definitely the type to announce his true intentions--good or not--with a sense of pride and a sense of 'and what are you going to do to stop me?' on top of it.

He could easily comment on the 'aquaintences' comment that Karna was already more than that now, just meeting or having known each other for a long time aside. But Karna had just toed over a very dangerous line.

One that made a swell of glee race up Ozymandias's spine, and settle on his face in the perfect image of a man having just found gold. Karna complimented him--and for people in Ozymandias' court, it was very dangerous. But Oz looks entirely delighted.]

Are you likening yourself to a snake, Karna? Because if that's how you feel, I am none too surprised. If your gaze is one that is caught easily in mine, perhaps we will get along marvelously with this arrangement after all.

[Translate: if you're charmed by me, then I'll keep you forever.]

Come. Join me in bed, and we shall talk more, there. I would like to get a better look at you, as well.

[reinkarnate]

It was an observation. I do not think that I fit the image of a snake very well to liken myself to one. [He did not have the qualities of a snake, although he does not think being compared to a snake is bad. Just that he was not like one.]

I imagine that your appearance and gaze can easily catch many. I do not see why mine is any different. [Karna no.

Ozymandias' statement was a little puzzling to him. Maybe because he takes it a little literal and didn't quite get the subtext.] We are so close right now. How would you get a better look? [What a pure statement.]

[dajakudajaku]

[Karna, no. Feeding his ego more will have disastrous consequences and all of Ozymandias' court are going to whisper at you to consider what you say before saying it to keep their beloved, but noisy king under a certain level of volume and topic of conversation.

Because, yes--Karna's next comment about catching the eyes of many only makes the man seem to puff up even more, that little curl at the top of his head almost bouncing with how he squares his shoulders, standing tall.]

Of course! There are many who would wish their entire lives away at the chance of having me return their affections! Which is why you should be honoured, in a way, that your country's loss has landed you here in my lap. There are many men as well as women who would give up their lives to stay at my side. But as the God-King of Egypt, I must only choose the finest of people to keep as my company. As a great warrior and prince of a rival country, you far more than suit me. [He had no idea Karna was a deity yet, but certainly if he DID know, he'd comment even furthur on it being suited to him, too.

A hand moves after he finishes his colourful little speech... and it lands on Karna's shoulder.]

...I meant that I wanted to relieve you of your robes, Karna. I can hardly see what is now mine with all these layers on you.

[Look at that golden armour, and the black bodysuit. Covered by a loose-fitting robe... he wanted to see what hid underneath it all.]

[reinkarnate]

[Ah. The other certainly didn't seem to know how to keep their volume in check. Then again, even Ozymandias' normal speaking voice seemed to echo to some extent. Maybe the man was just naturally very loud. They had the kind of presence that filled entire spaces upon entering. For good or for bad, he isn't sure.

He does hope that they aren't disturbing people though.]

Ah, well. One still has to get used to the idea of being captured regardless if it is an honor or not in the eye of the beholder. [People don't exactly want to be captured than technically be told they're to keep a bed warm.

Karna reaches up to Ozymandias' face. As he reaches up, the black and gold of what he's wearing underneath seems to melt away until pale skin makes contact with his face.

He lets his hand drop and he looks away, his face turning a visible red. To shed the armor gifted by his father in such a situation...]

I-I see...

[dajakudajaku]

[It's very possible that he is disturbing people--as the hour is getting late and the sun is already mostly set within the horizon behind them. Oil Lamps have already been lit in the sconces around them, a low set of lamps also being lit just over the King's bed to give some light to his chambers that could be snuffed before he settled down for sleep.

But it was also arguable that his court was extremely accustomed to their loud and over-the-top king. and all those who could be bothered are so used to it that they tend to tune him out. Besides, if he was making noise, it meant he was alive and well.]

You will grow accustomed to it, I assure you--

[He starts on another speal about how he was likely going to make Karna fall madly for him or some such nonsense, but for once the loud king is absolutely silenced by one of the others' actions. It wasn't touching him that did it--no, he expected Karna to touch him sooner--it was the odd sight and feeling of that outfit suddenly melting away as if it were less physical and more an illusion that sat on his skin.

His hand darts up, catching Karna's wrist as he gazes on him with a silent sort of awe and interest, turning the arm over in his grasp.]

...What sorcery is this? I knew you were a great warrior, I was not informed you were a magus.

[reinkarnate]

[People would probably be more alarmed if he were quiet while awake, but it must have taken some time to grow accustomed to such an oddity...]

I am not. My skills sit with a bow or lance.

[He gives the other a quizzical look. Was the other not aware?]

It is a gift. It protects me from great harm, but it takes a lot of energy to maintain it as it is always active. I do not usually relieve it in the company of others... I must apologize for my hesitance.

[dajakudajaku]

[He's claiming not to be a magus, but surely this armour is something magical. He seems entranced by it--so much so that he actually hears what the other is saying clearly, this time. A gift...

Ah... how wonderful.]

You have been blessed by your gods, then. That's what this is. How... [The prideful part of him wants to be offended--a gift from a god outside his own pantheon, ew, but. To protect him from harm, what a mighty gift it is.] ...Intriguing. And you can remove it merely by thinking about it?

[His grip on Karna's arm isn't tight, but it's firm. A free hand moving now to drag down the inside of that arm, resting just above the area where the armour still remained, flicking that golden gaze back up at him.]

I will not harm you, I swear upon Ra, the greatest of my gods.

[reinkarnate]

It is by my will that I can decide I do not wish for it. When I expend a large amount of energy, I would also have to get rid of it as my body would not be handle to support it. [There's a lot of shortcomings to being half mortal. To tap into true power would be quite a strain on him.]

I did not think you would. [It's easy for Karna to tell the man is genuine.

Karna lets out a breath. It was probably mesmerizing how the black recedes away and even all the gold embellishes and pieces seem to disappear until all that's left is the loose robe against his pale skin.] This was what you wished, no?

[dajakudajaku]

[If his attention was on something the other was saying, he might take a minute to consider Karna's words a little more. He might think about the term 'expending energy' of being something that most mortals don't exactly speak of. It's more of a term that refers to magical -- or godlike abilities. But his eyes and thoughts are not on the others' words--things he'll contemplate and likely talk to his court about later--but instead on the beautiful image of that magical golden armour as it melts away. Captivating, almost, as the black bodysuit disperses like thick black smoke, leaving behind only pale white skin.

He's absolutely entranced into silence for a rare moment before the other speaks again--finally re-earning Ozymandias' attention back to the soft-looking man's face.]

Yes. [Just a small answer at first, before Ozymandias finds his tongue again.] Truly, you are a rare beauty. For one to call me charming, you must recognise it simply by being someone who catches the eyes of others easily yourself.

[It's an odd compliment, but a compliment all the same. His hands move down from Karna's arm, fingers dragging across the thin material of that robe. They aim to curl around the small of Karna's back, to pull the smaller man against himself.]

You are making it quite difficult to keep my hands to myself and not claim that beauty for my own as quickly as I would wish to.

[reinkarnate]

I will be honest that I do not consider how others may view my appearance. [It is likely that many had found Karna alluring or have even attempted to court him or wished for him to consider them. Karna was completely oblivious to this though. These kind of things were not things Karna thought about very often.

He lets the other pull him close. He tilts his head and manages a smile.]

You do not strike me as someone who holds back. [Karna runs long fingers through Ozymandias' hair.] If you are worried, I am not as fragile as porcelain. [Karna knows his appearance could be a bit misleading.] You need not worry too much. I am merely inexperienced and perhaps a bit shy.

[dajakudajaku]

[he doesn't quite believe that. Karna's appearance is so striking and beautiful, it'd be damn hard to convince him that Karna wasn't at least partially aware of how alluring he was. He doubted he himself was the first person to point out his pure and untouched beauty, and he doubted he'd be the last.

Except he could now have the fingers of anyone cut off for touching what was his if he so felt like it. That was a nice thought.

But not one worth paying attention to right now as Karna's next comment was only too right. He absolutely isn't the type of person who holds anything back. And it's as if he'd been waiting for Karna to comment on such--to say that he isn't made of something as delicate as he looks.

A sharp look seems to roll over those hawk-like eyes of his as his grip becomes very firm, very suddenly.]

I will cure you of your shyness. Your inexperience is fine as well. [There's a lower, harsher tone to his voice as his head suddenly pushes forward, aiming to claim Karna's mouth with his own. The arm around the others' back supporting the other as his free one drags along the collar of that thin robe. Feet shifting on the cool, stone floor as he starts to slowly walk--pushing the other back towards his (far too large) bed.]

[reinkarnate]

[Many have probably and he has probably thanked them in return, but he thinks very little of it. He cares not for what others may think of him at times. There was plenty of things said of him, good and bad.

Ah. The sudden change in those eyes makes a shiver run up his spine. It wasn't that he was surprised, but that there was something electrifying about the look and the way the other suddenly spoke. Perhaps this is what they mean by someone being quite alluring.]

I do not need to be c- [He doesn't finish his sentence as he feels a warm mouth over his own. This was very different than familial kisses. They were intense like the sun that made his entire body feel warm. It was intoxicating in ways that muddled his mind. He barely registered that they were moving other than a stumble here and there or until he feels the bed against the back of his legs.] Ah.

[dajakudajaku]

[Whatever comment Karna had to make, it's meeting on lost ears, now. He's focused on something else entirely, and it's on what he can touch, feel, and taste. He can feel the rush of heat that comes over Karna's frame at the new sensation--perhaps his first real kiss. He isn't shy about delivering it, but he doesn't make an attempt to overwhelm the other, either.

He's taking his time to enjoy it for the moment, the somewhat innocent kiss breaking off when Karna gasps in surprise. There's a smirk on his face as he tips forward a little, aiming to push the other down onto the bed with the next shift of one of his legs.]

Like back for me. When I kiss you again, part your lips a little. [While his tone suggests he's commanding the other to do this, the look in his eyes is focused and far from cruel. It's that look alone that makes it obvious that he's trying to be gentle with the other--asking, not forcing.]

[reinkarnate]

[It doesn't take much for the other to fall back onto bed; warm skin feeling the cool sheets underneath. He makes a quick glance around them before looking back at the other.

Despite whatever shyness Karna was feeling; it didn't seem that he seemed concerned. There was no doubt or uncertainty in those bright eyes.

If there was one thing that Karna was good at; it was to follow commands or orders. It did not matter what environment or situation it was. He places a gentle hand against Ozymandias' cheek as he leans up to give the other an open mouth kiss. It was a little clumsy, but the other was at least quite earnest.]

[dajakudajaku]

[Despite his previous mistakes with the other concerning his gender--he did not expect Karna to be anything like the usual brushing brides he'd often brought back to his quarters. And of course, Karna did not disappoint.

The paler man responds in earnest, doing what he's asked with a concentrated look in bright blue eyes. It was quite beautiful really, and it would be quite difficult not to get lost in them.

Karna's earnest is met with a careful determination as Ozymandias leans in ever so slightly against the hand on his cheek, parting his own lips to draw his tongue lightly along the others', letting a hand draw up and into the others' hair.]