Not Fated, Never Destined (1)

"No, I will bring my mate with me."

Xagrien immediately stressed. Standing firmly on the ground, his eyes didn't waver at all despite the unsmiling face of Xerxes.

"My bearer is different from any moon elf lord and I won't stand by while you are subjecting him to pointless racial hate."

Tension slowly boiled between the two silver-haired men as they obstinately leered at each other. One with purple eyes that spits lightning while the blue ones are giving an overwhelming chill.

"Fin-" Xerxes was about to word out his agreement but Luis beat him to it.

"It's okay, you can go with him."

The moon elf lord's gentle voice broke the tension pridefully. "I don't want to overstep my boundaries if you're going to talk about very personal things."

Xagrien caught the slim and fair hand of the moon elf lord that he was fanning, his thick brows are crumpled. 

He doesn't like this action of Luis that seemingly alienates himself from him.