Page 20 of D'Vaire or Nothing
“Some dragons to be sure; I don’t know if I qualify.”
Studying the gorgeous man with the grey eyes that flashed occasionally with a pale rainbow, Morgen smiled.
“You do, Grey. I find you graceful and beautiful.”
“Stop describing yourself,” Greyson teased, amusement on his face. “What are you most excited about doing this weekend?”
“Having my mate buried in my arse.”
“Crescent, ignore Rainbow’s dirty talk,” Greyson replied with mock outrage, then flashed a grin at Morgen. “That happens often enough at home; what else do you want to do at this fancy resort?”
“Is it odd that I was hoping to talk you into a visit to the Spectra Wizardry library while we’re here in Vegas?”
Greyson shook his head. “No, and it will take no convincing. I’m happy to go there; it’ll take me centuries to explore it fully.”
“This afternoon when I was packing, I was thinking of another trip I took. One that eventually brought me to D’Vaire. I couldn’t help but think of the Consilium Veneficus. Centuries have passed since they split from the Council. They remain poorly organized, and wizards like me are suffering there. Why don’t more of them join us? We would welcome them with open arms and have so much to offer.”
“We’ve had this conversation so many times, and I’m no closer to finding an answer that satisfies either of us.”
“Maybe I am being foolish. I stayed. I was there for decades. The last thing I wanted to do was think about politics or why the Council left Europe in the first place. There must be plenty of people stuck in the same rut as I was. But if I could figure out how to connect with them, we could have such a profound effect on their lives.”
“If they pay no attention to those matters and avoid them as you did, there is not much we can do to reach them,” Greyson reminded him gently.
“Intellectually, I understand it, but it hurts my heart. I ache for the wizards like me. It wasn’t until I came to D’Vaire that I realized how unhappy I’d been. I want better for my people.”
“You do the best you can for every wizard each day. So do the rest of the High Arcanists and the Prism Wizards. There are limits. It is an awful truth, but it remains unchanged.”
“And I shouldn’t be ruining our dinner by trudging through the same mire for the millionth time.”
“I’m with you, Rainbow; there is no possible way my dinner could be ruined,” Greyson said, his words ringing with sincerity. Morgen smiled and swore his heart ached a little as it grew a bit larger in his chest. Some days Greyson made him so happy he feared the damn thing would expand so much that it’d rupture in a spectacular overload of joy, but Morgen was being fanciful. The love they shared was intensely real. However, Morgen was in no danger of expiring thanks to an excessive amount of bliss.
“Should we have some dessert, do you think?” Morgen asked.
“If you’ve saved some room for it, I would love to add something sweet to my belly.”
“I think Dra’Kaedan has had too much influence on my life because I was thinking how well a slice of cake would suit me right now.”
Greyson laughed merrily. “Your words will please the Grand Warlock when we tell him.”
Their server arrived and cleared their dinner dishes. She returned moments later with the short but enticing dessert menu. Morgen immediately ordered the cake and was pleased that Greyson chose the mousse since he’d wanted to taste that as well. They added a brownie to their check for Crescent before their server disappeared again.
“Do you ever think of what our lives would be like if we had been asked to leave D’Vaire once they found out about our deception?”
Greyson shook his head. “I try not to allow my mind to imagine it. A tiny part of me is foolish enough to believe that if I think too hard on it, I might summon such an ugly reality into existence.”
“I had not thought of that. A frightening prospect.”
“Nearly as terrifying as losing you.”
“Such a thing isn’t possible, Grey.”
“And for that, Fate and you have my thanks. I love you, Rainbow.”
“I love you too. It may seem strange to be grateful for a trip to the supermarket, but without it, who knows how long we would’ve waited to find each other.”
“You were there for groceries. I popped in for beer. Think of how easy it would’ve been for me to put that off or decide it wasn’t worth the trouble that night,” Greyson said, then rubbed his belly. “Actually, don’t consider it. The possibility is making me feel ill.”
Morgen was about to counsel his mate strongly about changing the subject but grew distracted as the Dark IndigoDuke Macardle D’Vairedraconis and his other half, fellow High Arcanist Idris the Indigo, charged into the restaurant and practically ran up to their table.
