Night of the 69th of Frost, Year 4621
After the three men arrived at the Hotel Elfenbein, or the 'Ivory Hotel', the mid-afternoon proceeded in a systematic way, based on what appeared to be an almost militaristic sense of urgency. Latham checked the three in -- he and Thomas in one room, Maladan in the one beside it -- and shortly after checking into their individual rooms, the man went to see Maladan. His wounds were more numerous and generally more significant, while Thomas' were superficial and - while painful - far less prone to infection or permanent damage. As emotionally inclined as he was towards his lover, the man was concerned for Maladan's wellbeing, and the time spent mending him would at least give him the opportunity to sort through his own complex feelings.
What he expected to take an hour took three, the man returning from the other Sil'Norai's room absent a shirt, his lips still vaguely wet from the countless kisses they had shared, curved also into a satisfied grin. While the two had not fornicated, they had clearly spent quality time that went beyond the medicinal needs of the smaller Sil'Norai, a fact that Latham only took pleasure in until he remembered that he'd left Thomas' aching, damaged teeth untended.
His grin flipped into a small frown as he entered the room, the other man coming into view. "Sorry," he muttered beneath his breath. "Maladan had many more wounds than I expected, and--"
He gestured to his bare chest, waggling his brows. He doubted Thomas would be angry, so he was upfront near-immediately. "I quite like him, Thomas. Absent one Lord Wendell Venger, I will be lovers with Maladan. You are free to pursue such affections with him yourself, of course. In fact, I would prefer it."
Latham was well-aware that he was somewhat--business, about it, but he still felt some degree of tension and even apprehension. Recognizing this, he tried to lighten up and be more direct with his intentions, though within his words there was a faint but notable pause; a slow, winding hesitation that he built up to surpassing.
"I want to share a bed with the two of you, if you'll allow it -- beginning... whenever it is that we move into a new estate together. To be completely frank, I believe we will be forced to move from Ashvane Estate before long, so it is best that I begin to look for a new home; one adequate for us three."
The man stepped forward, closer to the other. He gestured for him to open his mouth, before leaning in to inspect it, eyeing the ridges and noting each fracture or deviation. His gums and teeth were bloody.
"Which brings me to my first question, I suppose -- why did you leave?"
