[ there's a tense electricity that zaps Will at the sound of his knight's voice, and Louis relishes in it. looming over him, he pushes his shoulder against the sheets with the palm of his hand, his mouth parted over his throat, leaving behind the heat of his breath as he hovers over him. Louis lingers over the vibration there as he speaks, sucking it up in a moment of gleeful satisfaction.
keeping himself low, he tilts his head in such a way that a few coils of hair sweep over Will's collar. it's as if he's curious who would be so bold to disturb the king so he can commit the name to memory on a private mental list.
"The Prince of Oceana and Prince of Montario wish to make their journeys home," she says in response. though she doesn't sound terribly bought on the prospect, represented by a flatness in her tone. "They requested to see their king to bid him farewell." ]
Bold of them.
[ Louis says, not loud enough for Hulkenberg to hear, as it has a certain bite to it. certainly they know that they're disturbing his majesty while he enjoys the spoils of the partner that he battled so desperately for in the last year.
elegantly, Louis lifts from Will and slides off the bed, snatching the tails of his robe to cross it over his body and answer the door as if he already has words in mind for the two princes who wish to impose themselves upon the young king. even the robe is a formality, more to hide his heart than his nakedness.
before Will can stop him, he's answering the door to a rather surprised Hulkenberg, as if she had somehow forgotten what Louis looked like. ]
Perhaps they'd wish my company instead, or is the king consort not good enough for their taste?
[ He's tickled by Louis's hair, momentarily distracted by how beautiful his consort looks when he's loosely throwing a bathrobe on, but Will does have enough wisdom left in his lust-addled brain to drag himself out of bed and pick up his own bathrobe to make himself decent. Once dressed, Will scurries over to Louis's side at the door; he supposes that this is for the best. Some part of Hulkenberg would be mildly anxious if the door opened and she could not see her king.
Hulkenberg, who once said that she would not judge Junah for having been in Louis's chambers, looks rather as though she is judging Will now for the state that Louis is in. His chest and his black heart are covered properly, yes, but the bite marks encircling his neck are in plain view. Ever the consummate and loyal knight, however, she opts to hold her tongue.
"And you'd have me repeat those words to them?" she asks coolly, raising a single brow. But then she spots Will peeking out from around Louis's elbow — ]
Hello, Hulkenberg. [ An incongruously innocent smile. ] Could you please tell the Princes that I will not be seeing anyone today?
[ She adjusts her beret — she never does seem to be all that used to it — and sighs. "Do you think that our best course of action, Your Majesty? I do not think that they wish to see you, in truth. That they would even ask seems like an intentional pretense so that they may claim a reason to be offended by your refusal later." ]
Oh, I don't doubt it. But that's all the more reason, politically, to not give them what they want. I would rather not have them thinking that the King waits on them and not the other way around.
[ Louis's influence seems to be catching with the king... ]
[ there's no reason to hide the little bruises that the king so willfully scattered over his collar, Hulkenberg will be seeing plenty of them in the future. her king is now married, after all, and marriage comes with certain things, such as the king's new husband. she knows it will take some adjusting, but finds that it's a surprise to see Louis there, even when she expects it.
Louis remains steady on the door frame as Will peeks out from behind him, as if there were another, smaller door at his side. ]
As the king says. If they decide to wage some sort of protest, gently remind them that the king's consort will gratefully send them on their way.
[ it's not necessarily a threat, even though Louis makes almost everything he says when it comes to politics as if he's balancing on a knife, but he knows rather well that neither of them wish to see him. perhaps they're testing the waters, just to see if Will wishes to appease them after his nuptials, but Will, reasonably, bites back.
good, he thinks. ]
I'm certain they will think twice of it.
[ Hulkenberg doesn't need that, Louis, and she knows better than to use it. still, she dips her head at her king in understanding. "I'll let them know," she says. "And I'll let anyone else know who wishes to disturb you today."
it is good to see Will rest, she can't deny, even if she still has to get used to Louis. ]
Seeing that her king is satisfied, Hulkenberg leaves, the click of her heels against tile announcing her every step. (Will knows better to than to underestimate her choice of footwear; he has seen her cross the world over in those damned heels, and destroy humans with them, too.)
And once his royal knight is gone, Will settles the weight of his head and shoulders into Louis's side, pressed snugly under his arm. Leaning on the frame of his Louis-door as Louis leans on the frame of the door-door. He seems a little smug. ]
Look at us. Already making joint decisions in the area of diplomacy.
[ He's like a preening cat. Or a kitten, given his size. But then, Louis probably knows full well that his husband is a full-crown chimenza, and sometimes that chimenza likes to be petted and praised.
The king and his consort would like to remind the princes of Oceana and Montario that they aren't all that important in the grand scheme of things! ]
[ Will wants a pet, so Louis gives him a pet, rubbing the soft part behind his ear absently as his larger palm ruffles the back of his hair. it's a long, lazy motion, unlike ruffling and more like a firm massage. they've been together a short while, but he's beginning to get accustomed to how his king takes his pleasures, and along with being a hedonist, he likes his flattery. ]
As you were a disciple, thus far. Though my opinion has only been shaped by a single evening, I may need more indulgence to give you a well-rounded answer.
[ a private joke, but one that seems to entertain Louis. his fingers tangle in the back of Will's hair fondly in response, though Louis seems to enjoy it as much as well does. his king is very soft.
they draw back into the room, and Louis continues. ]
My reputation still stands. You are welcome to use it as you see fit. I am yours now, and I also should make an effort to be a good husband.
[ being used that way doesn't seem to bother him, no, instead it seems to give him a little bit of purpose to harass those who deem Will too kind to stand against them.
though he's rather certain there are factions within the palace already brimming with anxiety over their partnership. ]
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keeping himself low, he tilts his head in such a way that a few coils of hair sweep over Will's collar. it's as if he's curious who would be so bold to disturb the king so he can commit the name to memory on a private mental list.
"The Prince of Oceana and Prince of Montario wish to make their journeys home," she says in response. though she doesn't sound terribly bought on the prospect, represented by a flatness in her tone. "They requested to see their king to bid him farewell." ]
Bold of them.
[ Louis says, not loud enough for Hulkenberg to hear, as it has a certain bite to it. certainly they know that they're disturbing his majesty while he enjoys the spoils of the partner that he battled so desperately for in the last year.
elegantly, Louis lifts from Will and slides off the bed, snatching the tails of his robe to cross it over his body and answer the door as if he already has words in mind for the two princes who wish to impose themselves upon the young king. even the robe is a formality, more to hide his heart than his nakedness.
before Will can stop him, he's answering the door to a rather surprised Hulkenberg, as if she had somehow forgotten what Louis looked like. ]
Perhaps they'd wish my company instead, or is the king consort not good enough for their taste?
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Hulkenberg, who once said that she would not judge Junah for having been in Louis's chambers, looks rather as though she is judging Will now for the state that Louis is in. His chest and his black heart are covered properly, yes, but the bite marks encircling his neck are in plain view. Ever the consummate and loyal knight, however, she opts to hold her tongue.
"And you'd have me repeat those words to them?" she asks coolly, raising a single brow. But then she spots Will peeking out from around Louis's elbow — ]
Hello, Hulkenberg. [ An incongruously innocent smile. ] Could you please tell the Princes that I will not be seeing anyone today?
[ She adjusts her beret — she never does seem to be all that used to it — and sighs. "Do you think that our best course of action, Your Majesty? I do not think that they wish to see you, in truth. That they would even ask seems like an intentional pretense so that they may claim a reason to be offended by your refusal later." ]
Oh, I don't doubt it. But that's all the more reason, politically, to not give them what they want. I would rather not have them thinking that the King waits on them and not the other way around.
[ Louis's influence seems to be catching with the king... ]
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Louis remains steady on the door frame as Will peeks out from behind him, as if there were another, smaller door at his side. ]
As the king says. If they decide to wage some sort of protest, gently remind them that the king's consort will gratefully send them on their way.
[ it's not necessarily a threat, even though Louis makes almost everything he says when it comes to politics as if he's balancing on a knife, but he knows rather well that neither of them wish to see him. perhaps they're testing the waters, just to see if Will wishes to appease them after his nuptials, but Will, reasonably, bites back.
good, he thinks. ]
I'm certain they will think twice of it.
[ Hulkenberg doesn't need that, Louis, and she knows better than to use it. still, she dips her head at her king in understanding. "I'll let them know," she says. "And I'll let anyone else know who wishes to disturb you today."
it is good to see Will rest, she can't deny, even if she still has to get used to Louis. ]
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Seeing that her king is satisfied, Hulkenberg leaves, the click of her heels against tile announcing her every step. (Will knows better to than to underestimate her choice of footwear; he has seen her cross the world over in those damned heels, and destroy humans with them, too.)
And once his royal knight is gone, Will settles the weight of his head and shoulders into Louis's side, pressed snugly under his arm. Leaning on the frame of his Louis-door as Louis leans on the frame of the door-door. He seems a little smug. ]
Look at us. Already making joint decisions in the area of diplomacy.
[ He's like a preening cat. Or a kitten, given his size. But then, Louis probably knows full well that his husband is a full-crown chimenza, and sometimes that chimenza likes to be petted and praised.
The king and his consort would like to remind the princes of Oceana and Montario that they aren't all that important in the grand scheme of things! ]
Have I been a good husband so far, Louis?
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As you were a disciple, thus far. Though my opinion has only been shaped by a single evening, I may need more indulgence to give you a well-rounded answer.
[ a private joke, but one that seems to entertain Louis. his fingers tangle in the back of Will's hair fondly in response, though Louis seems to enjoy it as much as well does. his king is very soft.
they draw back into the room, and Louis continues. ]
My reputation still stands. You are welcome to use it as you see fit. I am yours now, and I also should make an effort to be a good husband.
[ being used that way doesn't seem to bother him, no, instead it seems to give him a little bit of purpose to harass those who deem Will too kind to stand against them.
though he's rather certain there are factions within the palace already brimming with anxiety over their partnership. ]