"Guess what!!" Ambrose clapped enthusiastically, his eyes lightning up like a toddler's that had been given a different flavor of his favorite candy.
"What?" Landmark asked with an eye roll, wanting to play along and not kill the fun of Ambrose getting slapped if it turned out to be something stupid. The earlier erratic changes happening to his body had suddenly subsided leaving him with a faint mark of double silver entwined chains that tangled round themselves from the tip of his jaw, down and across, over the top of his left chest peeking out from his untied tunic shirt for all to see. His smile was the calmest and warmest but his mind was the darkest, imagining ways he hoped to be impossible. He threw his head back with a sigh and a subtle smile on his lips but his eyes were dark and distant. They had moved from the dining room to the lounge room next door to catch up since they have been all too busy to get together, shuffling between the mortal duties to the underworld especially now that their fellow comrade decided to finally embrace the inevitable and that was: taking the kingship position.
"When was the last time we did something like this?" George asked, drowning himself in freshly brewed alcohol sent from the underworld.
"Eons" Desdemona replied with bronze uninterested gaze staring at the half naked painting of an aroused half- lidded female trying to bring her partner to the same height while he lay spread out for her with both arms behind him on the bed, to give the blonde female more access.
"Nice painting" He commented dryly, his long fingers coming up to push back the fringe of his messy red hair that fell right back onto his forehead. Looking at him and Landmark, one would think they were actually blood brothers.
"Talking like it's your first time here" Landmark grumbled with a smile.
"Not but painting, yes" Desdemona defended and inclined his back right onto the warm cushion of the three- seater couch he shared with George, casting the said man a glance who was drinking himself to nothing before he closed his eyes and put his hand right onto his eyes, his mood in the conversational one but not the interactive; the listen and sigh kind of conversation. He was the first lord to the present king, King Archemoros; one that had supposed to have taken up the mantle of kingship a long time ago but had evaded it. Leadership had being brewed into his blood and at that time they had all seen it but he refused, wanting to live a nun kind of live in the underworld. Years had passed and they had watched the mortals suffer under the reign of the previous king until he finally snapped. Although they did not know what had happened between him and the previous king, they still trusted him and let him lead them on as one; it had come as great shock.
"Thought it fit the lounge area better" Landmark praised with a proud smile as he looked around like it was his first.
"By arouse?" Desdemona questioned with a sigh, not believing that he was engaging in this kind of conversation with Landmark. What he had meant to ask was, 'By making one aroused?' . Unfortunately, he didn't speak straight English, he spoke divided words and more in parables but growing up together, they had come to understand each and every sentence he uttered.
"Well..." Landmark was short of words and Ambrose not one to like the spotlight shifted from him when he wasn't done, tried gaining back their attention.
"Guess what!!" He repeated with the same undying enthusiasm and this time Eudaimonia replied with an irritated bark causing all attention to shift onto him, even George's that was trying to knock himself out.
"Looks like someone got something shoved up their ass" Achlys mocked. He was the cynical and brute lord, always having an unending come back to every situation. His statement caused a glare to be directed his way and he raised his hands up above his head before standing up with a shake of his head and a chuckle to mischievously survey the half naked painting closely.
"You got all our attention now, Ambrose!" Archimedes massaged his skull in preparation for the oncoming banter.
"Kill joy..." Ambrose expression morphed into a childish sulk before it smoothened down into a slight frown.
"Remember the Marlon kid?"
"The who?!" Eudaimonia questioned suddenly interested in the topic although his usual cheerful face was set like a stone.
Instead of divulging the information that suddenly interested them, Ambrose gratified in self glory on having something interesting to talk about, stretching the suspense.
"What now Ambrose!" Achlys groaned, his eyes still on the painting but his ears with them.
"The what?" Desdemona asked for Ambrose to continue. But as usual what he meant to ask was, 'The who?' and someone did the correction.
"The who Desdemona, The who" Archimedes helped out.
"You mean the Elizabeth kid?" Landmark still asked although knowing exactly who they were talking about.
"You mean what now!"
"Who bears a woman's name before the first name?"
"Well Marlon does" Ambrose replied
"And who is this Marlon?" Archimedes asked
"Oh...!" Ambrose clapped with a bounce on the chair "A very interesting specie"
"Don't tell me you've toyed with him too!!" Achlys groaned knowing him too well.
"Well..." Ambrose drawled, sweeping the long fringe of his black hair cut in wolf style away from his face with a smile that show cased his extra long canine that made him look sinfully and lustfully attractive with magenta eyes glowing like gem stones.
"We only did it once or maybe twice I think" He put his finger on his jaw thoughtfully.
"Knowing you it must have been more than that " Achlys turned to wiggle his brows at an unbothered Ambrose who was yet to fill them in.
"Speaking of which, now I notice the hoarse voice" George commented for starters making Achlys roll his eyes with a comeback.
"I told you all Ambrose screams the loudest when he's at it; behaves more like the female to me" Achlys shrugged then turned to laugh evilly at a blushing Ambrose who was staring at him with a glare.