[ 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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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. ]