Krayon lies curled around Raenef, stroking his long, black hair. Wrapping it around his fingers and pulling it gently. Massaging the other lord's scalp. His fingers leave the hair and go walking down the bare chest stopping at the line of the sheets. Raenef sighed and turned a little, lifting his head for a kiss. Krayon obliged, happily. Than Raenef drew away and pulled himself out of bed, lifting the sheets and covers and sliding out of them. He walked naked across the room, towards his robes, which, as always, had been neatly hung. Krayon's own robes were strewn across the room, a loincloth hung from the chandelier and Krayon stifled a giggle at the sight.
Raenef gently lifted the silk underclothes from where they were hanging over the back of a gold-gilded chair. He began the process of putting them on, his movements methodical and precise. Krayon couldn't keep a look of interest from his face; it was fascinating every time Raenef dressed. Krayon couldn't manage to dress himself without the help of a servant but Raenef seemed to manage just fine. Krayon wondered how old Raenef had been when he had started dressing himself instead of having to need Eclipse's help.
Raenef was a very self-sufficient person; he tended to detest help whenever it was offered. He liked to do things himself, and he liked his solitude. That was his big difference from Krayon, Krayon liked to surround himself with people and Raenef, well, Raenef wouldn't even accept help with dying. When he was cursed by angels, he looked up the healings himself. When he found none he didn't allow anyone else to search. He waited out his days in the castle, forfeiting any company. Raenef the fourth died all and completely alone. He chose to be isolated.