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The dungeon was all Viren knew.
That, and the constant companionship of the insect on his ear.
It was hard not to get discouraged, given the circumstances, but he tried to focus on the bright future he was promised daily. Had he been locked up for a week? A month? It was even possible that a year had passed, and he had no way of knowing. He might have gone mad had it not been for the company, and he was starting to grow accustomed to the regular tickle on his cartilage.
Even though he had his presence near him always, it wasn't the same. There was no way to deny it, he missed Aaravos. His tantalizing voice, whispering encouragement that floated into his senses, could only sustain him for so long. More than once, he found himself yearning for their previous visual connection. Being kept in prison made it difficult to do anything other than fantasize, and Viren did it rather frequently since he had had plenty of time to memorize the elf's face during the hours they had spent together before he was captured.
Obviously he'd never entertain the notion of speaking these thoughts out loud, but it still seemed like Aaravos could sense how he made Viren feel. Being in such impossibly close quarters with him via his purple insect every minute of every day made things even more tricky. There were plenty of times Viren thought about touching himself as he listened to honeyed words, but he couldn't bring himself to admit his attraction in such a bold manner, so he held off. Despite how hard he tried to hide the physical evidence of his arousal in the shadows, there was an increasingly electric energy developing in the cell. It was almost as if Aaravos could read his mind and was excited by his reaction to him, and his murmurs became gradually more seductive.
This went on as many, many days passed and Viren was starting to lose hope that he would ever be free again. How would he even manage that? The guards assigned to watch him were the best in the kingdom since he was priority number one, and he had lost his magic along with his staff, so chances of escape were almost non-existent.
He looked down at his discolored hand and wondered vaguely if the rest of his skin looked as tainted.
Sighing deeply, he hung his head heavily and awaited the changes the alluring voice guaranteed.