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. ]
no subject
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?
no subject
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. ]