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Allias found himself in his room back in the elf palace. He was surrounded by his stuff, his furniture and he could see his bed. It was a familiar place, a room he had spent a lot of time with the love of his life. Wrapped in the silky sheets, embraced by the strong general. It was a space he felt comfortable. In peace. Like no one could touch him or bother him. He was in a similar moment right now. In his safe space with Theseus' arms around him. There was only a very tiny difference. Just a small detail.

He was kicking and groaning trying very hard to release himself from Theseus' arms. He had him in a headlock while the king was screaming to be set free. In a moment of desperation he dived his teeth in his arm. The white haired general hissed as he felt Allias' jaw close around his arm with incredible power and let go of him with force, the handsome elf stumbled forward landing on the cold floor face first.