[ Will lowers his eyes again, nodding solemnly. It says enough to him that Louis has not rejected the idea outright; it says enough that he can still linger over the shape of Will's mouth as though fascinated by its shape, its softness. Even after all this time, all that genuine desperation and hatred, Louis must still, himself, feel that electric pull that brought him into Will's orbit, and which is now keeping him there.
King Wilhelm, wedded to Louis Guiabern. Both handsome, both beautiful, with powers beyond mortal reckoning. If the people could look past the man's crimes — if they could understand why Will would bear him no ill will, even despite killing his father — it would truly be a union for the ages.
They would all think that he married for power. Will alone would know the truth. ]
I understand. Take your time and think it through.
[ There's no pressure in it. This isn't about demanding an answer from Louis, after all, so much as it is about making mutual intentions known, and giving him something to think about, something to live for.
It's a slow thing, clearly telegraphed, but Will looks up, that dastardly bottom lip of his almost quivering with unspoken emotion. He leans forward; his lips touch Louis's, soft and telling. ]
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King Wilhelm, wedded to Louis Guiabern. Both handsome, both beautiful, with powers beyond mortal reckoning. If the people could look past the man's crimes — if they could understand why Will would bear him no ill will, even despite killing his father — it would truly be a union for the ages.
They would all think that he married for power. Will alone would know the truth. ]
I understand. Take your time and think it through.
[ There's no pressure in it. This isn't about demanding an answer from Louis, after all, so much as it is about making mutual intentions known, and giving him something to think about, something to live for.
It's a slow thing, clearly telegraphed, but Will looks up, that dastardly bottom lip of his almost quivering with unspoken emotion. He leans forward; his lips touch Louis's, soft and telling. ]
...Let's just enjoy the breeze for now.