[ he's living through his teens again now that he's able to be safe and comfortable, probably. ]
Aren't you feeling cheeky. The worst comes from you, you know. You could compile a list of the crimes of Louis Guiabern, and sell them back to that rumormongering associate of yours for twice the coin.
[ it's hard to keep up now, especially with Will working his fingers through his hair, putting pressure against his scalp. all of his base instincts are screaming for him to get up, to leave any claim to pleasure, but even if he heeded that call, he's unable to do so – it just feels far too good.
a deep, long sigh comes from his chest, out through his lips as he deflates more. though he supposes that there are few out here that could say that the king has tended to them, and where Louis once wanted to be king, he is now the object of the king's affection, and is allowed more leniency than the king himself.
[ Will laughs a little at Louis's suggestion. He won't do anything of the sort, of course (though perhaps it is true that Louis ought to be prosecuted for some of the crimes committed in his name in the later days of scarlet skies before Will ascended to the throne, but those had largely been taken care of by Eupha on an individual basis) — he likes Louis where he is right now, with the ball and chain of his imprisonment in the form of the ring that sometimes graces his finger. Still, Will seizes on the scenario, play-acting at what he'll tell the ishkia rumormonger that always skulks about in Fabienne's establishment: ]
"Have you heard? Louis Guiabern turns into an absolute kitten when he's with the king!"
[ He lets up on Louis's horn massage, in part because he suspects that its efficacy will lessen if he gives Louis too many horn rubs, and in part because he wants to see if the man will go so far as to demand more from him. With one last kiss for the tip of one of Louis's horns, Will settles in his lap again and rubs his fingers beneath Louis's chin, cooing in a teasing tone: ]
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty...
[ Maybe kitty would be well within his rights to bite... or otherwise get his revenge upon his demeaning, evil little husband. Ah, but he's so cute...! ]
[ there are some that have probably already noticed that his expression changes with the king is around, even the senate who Louis despises. some of the castle staff have noticed that if they mention that they're explicitly doing something for the king, that Louis will allow them more grace (especially in the way of the softness his feature take on). it's an odd line in the sand, one where Louis will get violent if crossed. those know not test their limits with it. ]
Oh? And what would someone do with such information?
[ he inquires, still playing gruff. ]
The only one who could take advantage of it would be the king himself. After all, those that would come after the king's consort could find themselves at his behest, and he's less a kitten and more a beast under circumstances that do not befit him.
[ the pressure is gone from his horns – from his head – and now he feels odd without Will's touch. there's a soft, phantom tingle where his fingers have left, not quite an itch, but a reminder. perhaps he is a kitten for the king, but he doesn't seem to refute it.
You're right. Nobody would pay for that, except for me.
[ Louis is playing gruff, but Will is all affection. The great and mighty king of Euchronia decides to curl up into something of a little ball while resting on his husband's chest — an endeavor which is possible due to the sheer difference in their physiques — wrapping his arms loosely around Louis's body as he does so. He seems quite comfortable, suffused with the satisfaction of knowing that he's rubbed his husband into a tingly afterglow. ]
My cute little kitten... my dangerous beast...
[ It's funny: the king is usually at least a little bit selfish, but he finds for the moment that he has no particular desires of his own. He just wants to make Louis feel good, and if Louis feels good then he's done his job as the king today. (The stack of bills and pronouncements on his desk? That's Gallica's problem now!) ]
I'm the luckiest man in the kingdom, because I have you.
[ Well... uh... that might actually be true, all things considered. Not the having Louis part, just the... he is stupidly lucky. ]
[ it's not even as if Louis can deny it, or that he wants to. certainly, it's something he'd openly admit to anyone. there are many qualities of Louis Guiabern: he's a charismatic genius, a violent meritocratic tyrant, a cunning politician and a simp for the king. the rumor would not be a concern to him, as anyone who wished to use it against him or the king would ultimately find consequence awaiting at the end of his blade. it had been a lifetime of work to get to the point where he did not want to hide, and the king deserves someone of strength to stand beside him.
he even thinks that his devotion occasional unnerves the Senate, as well as any naysayers. there is no one in Euchronia that could say their marriage was purely political, even if that was the legs it original stood on. ]
It's always strange to hear you say that.
[ he's always been a threat, never a blessing unless it was to those following him. ]
If you call me kitten in chambers, I'm certain that the Senate will have something to say about it. You are free to do with it as you will.
[ as in, he gives Will permission to use that pet name anywhere he wants. why not? not only is it rather amusing, it is sort of true. ]
[ ...Louis wants Will to call him "kitten" in front of the Senate.
Louis. Wants Will. To call him "kitten." In front of the Senate.
Will doesn't think he can think of anything funnier than this, though he manages not to laugh. He rolls on top of Louis so that their bellies are pressed together, peering up at his handsome husband with a wide-eyed, inquisitive, even sort of faintly expectant smile.
Even if he has malicious intent in mind, his husband is truly so cute... ]
Then... I'm going to do it! I'm going to make sure everyone in the Senate knows that you're my little kitten!
[ He's absolutely radiant just thinking about this. There's no doubt that Will is going to drop this in the middle of a meeting with utter relish. The great and mighty Count Louis Guiabern, his sweet, loving kitten. A proud man, a great man, a dangerous mage — and the king's beautiful, loving, doting, docile kitten.
(He's only docile so long as he wants to be, of course.) ]
And that they can't get in the way of our marriage. But mostly that you're my kitten.
[ it's rather humorous to him; he quite likes the idea. a serious meeting in front of the senate, the king facing them to make a statement, then announcing Louis as "kitten." he can see their blustering, red, annoying faces: the two princes sputtering, the Igniter Consortium Head smiling tightly, and Will glowing with pride.
quite the sight it's going to be.
while Louis was never known for his sense of humor, they've been together long enough that certain details of his personality are now shining through. it's the same for him: the little parts of Will that he hasn't seen before, that he makes an effort to burn into his memory. ]
It'll shock them long enough not to try something for a while. I'd also quite like to see the looks on their faces.
[ admittedly, that is a part of it. ]
Something tells me I'm not much of a "kitten" in anyone's eyes but yours.
[ Will is feeling naughty. Louis looks like he's having fond thoughts about him, so he pounces on his husband's horns again, rubbing them, massaging them, scratching lightly through Louis's scalp just to roll sweet, relieving fingers around the base of his horns again. He'll get his pretty kitty flat and relaxed for him all over again! If he's going to be so cute... ]
That's fine by me. My eyes are the only ones that matter, right?
[ Not that the king is ordinarily quite so confident in himself... no, well, maybe he is... but, rather, this is a train of thought that Louis himself seems to espouse from time to time, and Will is leaning into it now. ]
And I say you're my lovely little kitten with big, sharp claws.
[ A lovely kitten who's getting his brain melted via horn rubbing again... ]
[ there he goes, outstretched fingers, all too willing to conquer (not another nation, but his husband's secret horned diadem). Louis could raise a hand to stop him, grab his wrists or shift him somewhere to jostle him, but he accepts his affectionate fate, Will's hands finding the spot that Will seems to love just as much as Louis does.
when he put on the guise of clemar, he did not expect to be afflicted by this troublesome response from his body at the mere touch of Will's fingers. yet, he finds himself getting used to it, even enjoying it.
with a few soft rubs, Louis hums gently beneath his breath and sinks into the daybed, as if he's about to drift off for a nap. then he utters, feeling quite agreeable: ]
... As you say, my king.
[ it seems like it may be time for an afternoon nap before dinner, something Louis also hadn't partaken in until recently. sometimes he believes this life is far too peaceful for someone like him, other times he finds all the horrible things about his past so very far, far away.
[ Watching Louis settle into a sleepy, contented stupor is always its own special kind of pleasure... It's pleasurable because Will knows full well that Louis would never, ever allow himself to relax like this except in the presence of the king. Is it arrogance to think that Will's love might someday erase the horrible past? That, someday, these peaceful, easy days might come as naturally to Louis Charadrius as the old days of war and hatred and victory and conquest?
He doesn't have to change completely. Will has never asked Louis to change completely. But this, today — the sweet promise of an afternoon nap and a moment of vulnerability shared only with his king — it feels like a treat. A treasure hard-earned, a secret well-kept. Something for only Will, in this private moment between two kings.
Will smiles. He rests his head on Louis's chest. He settles in for that afternoon nap, too. The daybed is spacious and luxurious and comfortable, and Louis's large body feels like the perfect cushion for Will's smaller frame.
If they're lucky, no one will knock on the door until after the sun sets and all the palace staff wonder if the kings are going to want dinner. ]
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Aren't you feeling cheeky. The worst comes from you, you know. You could compile a list of the crimes of Louis Guiabern, and sell them back to that rumormongering associate of yours for twice the coin.
[ it's hard to keep up now, especially with Will working his fingers through his hair, putting pressure against his scalp. all of his base instincts are screaming for him to get up, to leave any claim to pleasure, but even if he heeded that call, he's unable to do so – it just feels far too good.
a deep, long sigh comes from his chest, out through his lips as he deflates more. though he supposes that there are few out here that could say that the king has tended to them, and where Louis once wanted to be king, he is now the object of the king's affection, and is allowed more leniency than the king himself.
well, that's a thought, isn't it? ]
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"Have you heard? Louis Guiabern turns into an absolute kitten when he's with the king!"
[ He lets up on Louis's horn massage, in part because he suspects that its efficacy will lessen if he gives Louis too many horn rubs, and in part because he wants to see if the man will go so far as to demand more from him. With one last kiss for the tip of one of Louis's horns, Will settles in his lap again and rubs his fingers beneath Louis's chin, cooing in a teasing tone: ]
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty...
[ Maybe kitty would be well within his rights to bite... or otherwise get his revenge upon his demeaning, evil little husband. Ah, but he's so cute...! ]
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Oh? And what would someone do with such information?
[ he inquires, still playing gruff. ]
The only one who could take advantage of it would be the king himself. After all, those that would come after the king's consort could find themselves at his behest, and he's less a kitten and more a beast under circumstances that do not befit him.
[ the pressure is gone from his horns – from his head – and now he feels odd without Will's touch. there's a soft, phantom tingle where his fingers have left, not quite an itch, but a reminder. perhaps he is a kitten for the king, but he doesn't seem to refute it.
no, it's his now. ]
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[ Louis is playing gruff, but Will is all affection. The great and mighty king of Euchronia decides to curl up into something of a little ball while resting on his husband's chest — an endeavor which is possible due to the sheer difference in their physiques — wrapping his arms loosely around Louis's body as he does so. He seems quite comfortable, suffused with the satisfaction of knowing that he's rubbed his husband into a tingly afterglow. ]
My cute little kitten... my dangerous beast...
[ It's funny: the king is usually at least a little bit selfish, but he finds for the moment that he has no particular desires of his own. He just wants to make Louis feel good, and if Louis feels good then he's done his job as the king today. (The stack of bills and pronouncements on his desk? That's Gallica's problem now!) ]
I'm the luckiest man in the kingdom, because I have you.
[ Well... uh... that might actually be true, all things considered. Not the having Louis part, just the... he is stupidly lucky. ]
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he even thinks that his devotion occasional unnerves the Senate, as well as any naysayers. there is no one in Euchronia that could say their marriage was purely political, even if that was the legs it original stood on. ]
It's always strange to hear you say that.
[ he's always been a threat, never a blessing unless it was to those following him. ]
If you call me kitten in chambers, I'm certain that the Senate will have something to say about it. You are free to do with it as you will.
[ as in, he gives Will permission to use that pet name anywhere he wants. why not? not only is it rather amusing, it is sort of true. ]
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Louis. Wants Will. To call him "kitten." In front of the Senate.
Will doesn't think he can think of anything funnier than this, though he manages not to laugh. He rolls on top of Louis so that their bellies are pressed together, peering up at his handsome husband with a wide-eyed, inquisitive, even sort of faintly expectant smile.
Even if he has malicious intent in mind, his husband is truly so cute... ]
Then... I'm going to do it! I'm going to make sure everyone in the Senate knows that you're my little kitten!
[ He's absolutely radiant just thinking about this. There's no doubt that Will is going to drop this in the middle of a meeting with utter relish. The great and mighty Count Louis Guiabern, his sweet, loving kitten. A proud man, a great man, a dangerous mage — and the king's beautiful, loving, doting, docile kitten.
(He's only docile so long as he wants to be, of course.) ]
And that they can't get in the way of our marriage. But mostly that you're my kitten.
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quite the sight it's going to be.
while Louis was never known for his sense of humor, they've been together long enough that certain details of his personality are now shining through. it's the same for him: the little parts of Will that he hasn't seen before, that he makes an effort to burn into his memory. ]
It'll shock them long enough not to try something for a while. I'd also quite like to see the looks on their faces.
[ admittedly, that is a part of it. ]
Something tells me I'm not much of a "kitten" in anyone's eyes but yours.
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That's fine by me. My eyes are the only ones that matter, right?
[ Not that the king is ordinarily quite so confident in himself... no, well, maybe he is... but, rather, this is a train of thought that Louis himself seems to espouse from time to time, and Will is leaning into it now. ]
And I say you're my lovely little kitten with big, sharp claws.
[ A lovely kitten who's getting his brain melted via horn rubbing again... ]
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when he put on the guise of clemar, he did not expect to be afflicted by this troublesome response from his body at the mere touch of Will's fingers. yet, he finds himself getting used to it, even enjoying it.
with a few soft rubs, Louis hums gently beneath his breath and sinks into the daybed, as if he's about to drift off for a nap. then he utters, feeling quite agreeable: ]
... As you say, my king.
[ it seems like it may be time for an afternoon nap before dinner, something Louis also hadn't partaken in until recently. sometimes he believes this life is far too peaceful for someone like him, other times he finds all the horrible things about his past so very far, far away.
this is one of those times. ]
♥
He doesn't have to change completely. Will has never asked Louis to change completely. But this, today — the sweet promise of an afternoon nap and a moment of vulnerability shared only with his king — it feels like a treat. A treasure hard-earned, a secret well-kept. Something for only Will, in this private moment between two kings.
Will smiles. He rests his head on Louis's chest. He settles in for that afternoon nap, too. The daybed is spacious and luxurious and comfortable, and Louis's large body feels like the perfect cushion for Will's smaller frame.
If they're lucky, no one will knock on the door until after the sun sets and all the palace staff wonder if the kings are going to want dinner. ]