[ Twin flames, life and death. Clive never knew happiness until Joshua was born, and never would again if he loses him. He will never pledge himself to another, not even for appearance's sake, not even if it would be the right thing to do as the firstborn of the Rosfield line.
(More crudely, he has a feeling he wouldn't be able to get hard for anyone else now. Joshua has well and truly ruined him, and he doesn't regret it one bit.)
Clive combs through Joshua's hair again, soothing him to relax into their pillows, to settle against the mattress. He's no longer the child who would cough into his hands after every outdoors excursion, who would catch cold if exposed to the nighttime chill, but Clive still minds his comfort more than anything else. ]
And I would know what pleases you. [ Because god, that's all Clive wants. For Joshua to be happy in this life, for him to inhabit himself as Joshua Rosfield, and not only the expectations placed on him like an iron mantle. ] It may be my turn to steal into your room and into your bed, now.
[ Scaling walls, climbing balconies. A sweet fantasy, utterly taboo.
Clive tucks Joshua closer to the cradle of his chest to warm him, and tangles their legs together. ]
Now rest. We ride early tomorrow, if we're to reach Oriflamme by nightfall.
[Said with a smile. Though it likely won't be so difficult, back at Rosalith - Clive's chambers are not far from Joshua's, and they're in each other's company often enough that it wouldn't be terribly remarkable for Clive to visit him late at night. To discuss matters of state, or the security of the country, or - well, there are a hundred excuses. They'll have to be careful, it will be dangerous, but it won't be impossible.
He presses close to Clive, eased by his warmth and that gentle affection. Clive is right, they do need to rest. It will be a long ride, followed by quite a lot of delicate diplomacy. Joshua was raised for this, and he doesn't think he's bad at it - but Sanbreque will be his greatest test thus far. If he can secure a true peace between their countries, he will have succeeded far beyond what most of the nobles of Rosaria expect. Even if he doesn't, he must lay the foundations for future attempts.
It will be difficult. For a little while, he was able to think only of Clive - to forget the pressures bearing down on both of them. He loves Clive all the more for that, for giving him some peace of his own. Having Clive at his side in Sanbreque will keep him safe, but it will keep him strong, too.]
Yes, you're right. And you must rest too.
[Clive is, after all, the one who actually fought today. Joshua might have healed his wounds, but his powers can't lift the weariness of exertion. They'll both need to be in good form tomorrow, just in case.]
Good night, Clive.
[Joshua's voice is already softening, already slipping into sleep.]
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(More crudely, he has a feeling he wouldn't be able to get hard for anyone else now. Joshua has well and truly ruined him, and he doesn't regret it one bit.)
Clive combs through Joshua's hair again, soothing him to relax into their pillows, to settle against the mattress. He's no longer the child who would cough into his hands after every outdoors excursion, who would catch cold if exposed to the nighttime chill, but Clive still minds his comfort more than anything else. ]
And I would know what pleases you. [ Because god, that's all Clive wants. For Joshua to be happy in this life, for him to inhabit himself as Joshua Rosfield, and not only the expectations placed on him like an iron mantle. ] It may be my turn to steal into your room and into your bed, now.
[ Scaling walls, climbing balconies. A sweet fantasy, utterly taboo.
Clive tucks Joshua closer to the cradle of his chest to warm him, and tangles their legs together. ]
Now rest. We ride early tomorrow, if we're to reach Oriflamme by nightfall.
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[Said with a smile. Though it likely won't be so difficult, back at Rosalith - Clive's chambers are not far from Joshua's, and they're in each other's company often enough that it wouldn't be terribly remarkable for Clive to visit him late at night. To discuss matters of state, or the security of the country, or - well, there are a hundred excuses. They'll have to be careful, it will be dangerous, but it won't be impossible.
He presses close to Clive, eased by his warmth and that gentle affection. Clive is right, they do need to rest. It will be a long ride, followed by quite a lot of delicate diplomacy. Joshua was raised for this, and he doesn't think he's bad at it - but Sanbreque will be his greatest test thus far. If he can secure a true peace between their countries, he will have succeeded far beyond what most of the nobles of Rosaria expect. Even if he doesn't, he must lay the foundations for future attempts.
It will be difficult. For a little while, he was able to think only of Clive - to forget the pressures bearing down on both of them. He loves Clive all the more for that, for giving him some peace of his own. Having Clive at his side in Sanbreque will keep him safe, but it will keep him strong, too.]
Yes, you're right. And you must rest too.
[Clive is, after all, the one who actually fought today. Joshua might have healed his wounds, but his powers can't lift the weariness of exertion. They'll both need to be in good form tomorrow, just in case.]
Good night, Clive.
[Joshua's voice is already softening, already slipping into sleep.]