Lyer & Aluraios | Surname
Lyer looked up for a moment from studying the setting around a bright blue stone in his palm. "What do you mean, what surname would we take?"
"He means, solar, if we could get married what surname would we take?"
"But we can't get married." Lyer's bronze gaze drifted back to the silver in his hand, trying to focus again, "We're both male, if you remember? It's illegal?"
Aluraios let out a deep breath of exasperation, "I know, but can't we figure it out anyway?" The slender blue-robed mage moved to wrap his arms around his lover's neck. "Stop being so boring." His fingers reached to remove the necklace from the vampire's grasp, but was stopped as another hand plucked it away.
"No touching, 'Rios." Ferel Ishrak grinned at the irritated sunperson. "I'm only letting Lyer anywhere near it 'cause he's a silversmith that knows human magic and the setting's coming loose."
"Huh." Golden eyes turned to the original speaker, stretched out on the couch, perfectly styled dark brown hair loosing it's perfection as Ferel sat down again, clasping the necklace tightly, and Dak lay his head back in his partner's lap.
Lyer shook his head, smiling, it was hard to believe sometimes that Aluraios's body was two years older than his own of 22. "Alright, love, I'll play. I think we'd probably take my surname."
"But I'm the Major mage." the fireborn pointed out, twisting to sit on the arm of the chair.
Lyer nodded, "I'm not exactly low class in Ghovan - and I was born a lord."
"When they're not kicking you out. And you lost that title when you became a vampire." Aluraios shot back.
"He's got a point," Dakram interupted, "Technically your only status is as a Minor mage."
"Of two magics." Ferel added, with a grin, "That gives you extra points."
The sunperson shook his head, "I still outrank him in mage power. And I'm sunfolk, which you damn well knows gives me extra status in Ioru, Dak."
"You only outrank me until I reach Major." the vampire murmured, wrapping one arm around said mage, squeezing his waist.
"You'll never out-rank him with your human magic." Dakram pointed out, "You were only ever going to be a weak Minor when you were human, weren't you?"
Lyer nodded reluctantly, "And I'll stay Minor now. Vampiric magic however, I should reach Major at some point."
"I still outrank you at the moment though." Aluraios grinned in triumph, running his fingers through the taunt strands of black hair on Lyer's head, messing up the neat and complex braid. "I think we'd take my surname."
Lyer took a deep breath, before reaching up to grasp the annoying wrist tight enough for his lover to feel. "Aluraios, much as I love you, stop messing my hair up." he muttered, pulling the hand down, and letting the sunperson see the gleam of solid gold annoyance in his eyes. "Alright, we'd take your name. I'm not sure how 'Lyer Zephyr' sounds though." He sighed, giving in.
Aluraios's smile subsided slightly, and he leaned down to kiss the ebony hair in apology, continuing kissing down the side of Lyer's head until he reached the pale ear, "Sorry, /solar/..."
Turning his head, the vampire caught Aluraios's lips, kissing them softly, "I'm sure I can think of some punishment." He teased as they broke apart, "You'd better save your enthusiam for later..."
"Ahem." Ferel broke the murmuring with a grin. "This is my bedroom. Anyway, you wouldn't have to go with society's rules. Dak and I agreed years ago that he'd take 'Ishrak'."
Aluraios turned sharp eyes onto Ferel as Lyer started to laugh, "'Aluraios Rewtren' does work better, 'Rios."
"Thank you so much, Ferel."
And the discussion carried on...
© Clare Selley 2009
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