“Well, that’s enough!” Arel shouted.
“Don't shout!” Nikto grabbed his face, closing his mouth, clutching his cheeks with his fingers:
“And you would have erased my brand if you could!”
He pulled back Arel’s cheek with the dragon depicted on it:
“You have erased my one, and stamped his one!”
“Nik… forgive me… I… I just… didn’t think it would be so important to you,” the poor Arel barely babbled. “I was very worried. I couldn't sleep from longing for you. I rolled from side to side every night, trying to sleep, even alcohol didn’t help much! And it seemed to me that they were interfering with me. Especially rings in the ears.”
Nikto let go of him roughly, pushing him away easily. He lit the thrown cigarette again:
“And you didn’t tell me: “It doesn’t mean anything to me, I was just fooled when I was drunk”. You haven’t betrayed Lis! You said, “I thought it wouldn't mean anything to you!” So it means nothing to me? And for you it really matters!”
Arel looked at him stunned:
“Are you having fun now? Nik? Are you portraying a scene of jealousy? Does it turn you on or what? You know perfectly well that I love only you! That I'm literally obsessed with you! You just want to fool me!”
“No,” Nikto shook his head, “I'm really jealous.”
“Really?! You… You love me so that you are jealous?! I can't believe my ears! And do you care?! But… but… you must not be jealous of Lis. You see, there are people with whom I am close, I don’t know why; I feel this closeness, as if I touch souls, and with Lis I feel this touch. I loved all my people, I talked a lot with Enriki, and I love Tol. But this recognition, unconditional acceptance, even if the mind doesn’t agree, I felt only for Lis and Squint-Eye. But don't look at me like that now! I still tried to suppress them, break them. And yet, I always feel superior. I'm a prince! I am true black! And Lis – well, Lis no matter what contact of souls I feel with him and towards him, I am still the chosen one, and he is a red-haired half-blood! He’s red, you know? He's no match for me anyway! No man is my equal! You have nothing to be jealous of.”
“Are only Demons equal to you?”
“Yes! If you want so!”
And seeing a little mocking look of Nikto, Arel got angry:
“And enough about that now! Did you tell me something about Karina? So dress up, I'll call her.”
“And feed us.”
“Yes of course! Forgive me!”
“Do you have clothes? My jacket is ruined, my boots are broken.”
“Your favorite new boots ?! Oh! What about the jacket? Have you been hurt? Gods! What an egoist I am! I didn't think about you!”
Nikto chuckled:
“It's all right, Arel, you see, I even had the strength to fuck you, even though I hung out in the woods for several months.”
“You came from the forest, and you smelled like from a perfume shop,” Arel laughed.
“Well, we spent half a day by the river,” Nikto explained. “We licked our wounds and washed ourselves. I perfumed myself with Karina’s perfume,” he laughed, “to come to my prince in full rig!”
“I would accept you in any rig! That’s silly! You spent there half a day, it would be better to come faster!”
“I needed to heal a wound on my arm.”
“Who hurt you?!”
“I'll tell you everything later, okay? We still have a lot of time ahead. We will discuss everything.”
With the phrase “we will discuss everything” Arel tensed again and therefore thought it best to say: “Well, I'll call Karina and Lis?”
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