This is my second posted story. It's an AU involving two Homestuck characters (which I don't own of course, I just want to borrow for a little). The setting isn't going to be fully explained or described because it's not important. Just think exotic. There is some implied relationship connotations between two males but nothing explicit. Both characters that I am borrowing are much more mature than their canon counterparts. Enough warnings, please enjoy.
The man walked into the room. Soft robes hung from his shoulders like regalia would hang off of a prince. They were loosely belted at the waist, promising but not revealing. The soft fabric swirled around his long legs as he walked softly forward. The deep purple silk showed its quality in the warm lamp light.
"This is not what I requested."
"You requested the best. The most expensive. One who would make it worth your while." His voice was like warm honey. It flowed from his lips with a particular lilt that I couldn't place but I would describe as musical.
"I did not request a man."
"No. You requested me. There is no better present here. And you would have to travel very far and for a very long time to find one who would be."
"Well, I'm not one to turn down an adventure. But I refuse to pay until you have been proven to me."
"Of course." There was no hesitation. He carelessly flicked a hand back to the door of the chamber. At the signal it was closed without a sound, but he never looked back. His confidence was evident in his posture but in a way that never belied arrogance or haughtiness. He simply knew what he was capable of and he knew that no other would be capable of the same.
He did not advance but waited for me so study him. His golden hair was somehow pushed back from his face into soft points that defied gravity. It's length looked like it was just short enough to enjoy running fingers through it but long enough to grip. The next thing to catch my eyes was the color of his. They were pure amber and had such startling clarity as if lit not by the lamps around the room but from behind. In those eyes I could see great intelligence; something that is often lacking in many of the companions that I have had. The golden orange watched me as my gaze traced the angles and planes of his face. His features were very aristocratic. He had a very straight nose and a strong clean jawline. His skin was clear and the tone had a sun-kissed effect. The rest of his exposed skin also has that golden look.
Broad shoulders held the top of the robe open in a nice wide vee that began to expose the strong musculature underneath. A rose colored sash held the rest closed and helped to emphasize a pleasantly narrow waist. His proportions indicated that he was well built. I estimated that he was probably taller than me too.
"Do you play chess?" I asked.