Burdens Doublefold

For a while, or at least, it felt like a while to Sephiran. The two stared at one another, as if having a silent conversation. Aurelia was disgusted by his presence- what else was new? And Sephiran wanted something from her- when else did he invade her space? Blinking back at her, and swaying where he stood. If the smell on his breath hadn’t given it away, surely his body language would.

Sighing at her question, Sephiran found the nearest wall- leaning into it with his uninjured shoulder, taking weight off of his injured shoulder. “I had to show them why I’m the Sultan.” The words that dripped from his maw were laced in venom. The whole altercation left a sour taste in his mouth… but if he was being honest, he also enjoyed doing it. “Patch this up.” Motioning towards his shoulder, he wanted that patched up first. The bite marks on his leg could wait.  

Could he have done it himself? Absolutely. But why not have his Sidi tend to his wounds, so he could fuck her after?