[ 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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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. ]