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“Soudan, I won’t suffer those… those trumpt up peacocks speaking ill of you- not without consequence.” Ala hissed to his sailor, his words audible only to the two of them, at least for the moment.
He had insisted on their attending the party, hoping to connect Soudan with some of the local nobles, a patron could go a long way to the purchase of his own ship, but was regretting it.
“You kiss a Lord’s son once, years ago, and suddenly he thinks he can voice petty judgment. Let me up, I’ll sort him out.”
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Soudan loved Ala beyond all measure, he’d suffered plenty of injuries when they were young from the little tempest’s fiery temper. So he knew firsthand how impressive and important it was that the other was able to draw himself back from the heat of passion to listen and not immediately launch at the offending young nobles. It was, in a way, their love language–actions, taken or not.
“It’s alright,” Soudan offered a small smile, hand stilling to give a gentle squeeze of Ala’s thigh. “You had the best in mind, little dove. This is a good experience, gives me a stronger backbone. But it also proves that I’m no snake charmer.” He winked, then raised his hand from Ala’s thigh to tip his chin gently. He hated to see his love so distressed, and over an opportunity he’d had such hope about. It made the sailor want to affirm his good intentions a million times over.
“You know I’d never ask for their tongues, not when yours is the only one I want. And lucky for me, it’s all mine,” he teased. The gold meant little to him over spending time with his Ala, the whispers and glances thrown unimportant. When he had his wildflower, others meant little.
“We did net free food and drink, it cant be called a total loss in that regard.” He returned Soudan’s smile, reluctantly putting his anger behind him. If his lover could be the bigger person, than so could he. Mostly.
“I do also enjoy rubbing their noses in the fact all that wealth means nothing, you wooed me with out it.” A petty part of Ala, which was by no means small, wanted to find somewhere scandalous to fuck, to sully the stupid party and its conceited guests.
It was his love for Soudan that allowed Ala to be restrained, settling for a kiss instead.
It, for whatever reason, always charmed Soudan how a little food and drink could placate the tempest that was his love, so much as making him huff a laugh which became a low chuckle at the sportsmanship-type attitude Ala adopted in their present company. And it wasn’t as if the sailor could oppose--he’d been thinking about his luck, how many had desired the beautiful man on his arm and yet he had won out with little means to his name. While he couldn’t always afford the lavish lifestyle he knew that the fae craved, he did his best and offered all the abundance he could muster from far off lands, curated by his own two hands to please his lover back home.
And it was that understanding of Ala that let Soudan in on the sensuous undertones to the kiss that was pressed to his lips, resulting in the hand on Ala’s chin settling back so his fingers could, without much suspicion, wind into the locks of the fae and give a gentle tug. He knew all too well how Ala liked to resolve his frustrations if not by violence, and it was both a sign that he knew, and a promise for later.
How much later? Well, it depended on whether this party got more lively for the pair.
“We shouldn’t hide ourselves away, despite what they might be saying. I’m sure your clever tongue can find us at least one person here tonight who’s opinion can be changed on a lowly sailor.”
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“What am I to you?” “If you could be with me, would you?” “Do you still think about (___)?” ”Do you want to be something more?” “I need to tell you how I feel.” “I miss how we used to be.” “Is it okay to say that I’m jealous?” “I’m so sorry I’m jealous… It’s such an ugly feeling.” ”I can’t help the way I feel.” ”They all want you, but they don’t even know you.” ”Is it okay to want you for myself?” “You’re mine. I don’t want to share.” “I want to be the only one for you.” “It’s you. You’re it. You’re the one I want.” “If you want me, you can have me.” “You can have others, but I will be your priority.” “Let’s talk about what you want.” “Let’s talk about what I want.” “I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait until you’re ready.” “You’re my friend. You didn’t know that?” ”I don’t think I know how to love…” ”Can I trust you?” “I forgive you.” “I only play around because I don’t have you.” “Name it. I’d give it up for you.” “You play so hard to get. Will I ever catch you?” “How can I get you to like me?” “Is there some secret to winning your love?” “Are you available?” “Are you afraid of commitment?” “If I agreed to be exclusive with you, would you do the same?” “Do you feel anything?” ”Why are you pushing me away?” ”The instant you start to feel something, you turn tail and run.” ”He/she/they love you, you know…” ”Don’t. I’m not good for you. Don’t even think about falling for me.” ”I will hurt you. That’s just a fact.” “You’re so wild that I want to be the one to tame you.” ”If you love them, then I want to as well.” “Your heart is safe with me.” ”You’re the type who wants to have your cake and eat it, too.” ”You’ve got me wrapped around your finger.” ”I’ve missed you so much.” ”Your happiness comes before mine.” ”I don’t mind sharing, as long as I’m with you.” “I am so sorry for hurting you.” “Can we start over?”
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“You had no way of knowing.”
It pained Soudan to see Ala so upset, especially over something that the other had little control over. It wasn’t as if he could have known better and he had waited long enough--there were years between Soudan kissing Ala’s forehead goodbye as he lay nestled in their bed, and meeting again in the rain closer to strangers than ever before. He had done nothing wrong, and as much as it hurt, Soudan knew this and couldn’t be angry at the fae.
Soudan’s thumb ran over the back of Ala’s hand gripping his own instinctively, desiring only to comfort the man beneath his hands. His own ailments and struggle meant little when his childhood friend and first love was in pain, and thus when Ala proposed the former sailor speak of the twisting path life had led him down since they’d lost each other, he was taken aback. Momentarily he’d forgotten his own tribulations to the sadness and hurt in Ala’s voice, but the request had him rocking back on his heels before rising carefully.
How he’d missed Ala in his lap, the familiar gentleness and weight of his one and only love a comfort none other was able to provide. Soudan removed the heavy apron he wore so that Ala wasn’t soiled in soot, then sat in his own chair once more. Immediately his arms were open, welcoming the fae into his lap.
“Come, then. I’ll tell you my tale since you’ve told me yours.” He waited for the other to settle in his lap, only then carefully closing his arms about the fae as if Ala might still shatter, much as he kept telling himself that the man in his arms wasn’t a falsehood.
“We were in the Sea of Ice when the ship sunk--I’m not sure what happened, all I remember is that it sounded like thunder from beneath the deck and hitting the water with the force of a battering ram, being dazed but seeing the ship on fire. Things were blurry for a while, but I know eventually the current pushed me close enough to the Pafeld shore that I was seen by fisherman. I’m grateful to them for saving me.
I decided that the sea and I weren’t meant to be for a time, having lost my ship and my crew, but I wrote to you nearly every day, intending to tell you I was alive. But... things happen. I returned to the trades, making small amounts of coin where I could, and joined a few others traveling west. We all made our way in what little ways we could... I think you’d enjoy them. They’re a good bunch,” a small smile broke Soudan’s otherwise somewhat sad demeanor, speaking of what he’d lost. “And alongside them I made my way everywhere we could find to ask for you. But of course, here you are, as I should have known you’d be all along.”
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Who was Soudan to turn away a meal, so long as it was being offered in abundance? He accepted, though managed to retain more manners in carefully cutting the meat and getting it on his fork rather than just plucking it up as he so wished to for convenience, trying hard not to make a mess of himself and get the tangy, sweet sauce in his beard. It was easier said than done, of course, and he blotted at himself with a napkin to try and keep up some sense of decorum. He was grateful too in the refill, wiping his hands with the napkin before once more accepting the cup of wine. Ala wouldn’t meet his eyes though and he realized that, without even thinking of it, his question had likely not served the purpose he’d intended. But he’d hoped that Alaric would at least be happy in his union, loved and healthy and above all else, happy. But the way he spoke made Soudan realize that wasn’t necessarily the case.
He hadn’t intended to hurt Alaric with his question.
Soudan could hear as Alaric spoke, how his tone slowly became sadder and more tattered, less sure of himself than the now-tradesman had ever seen the other. It was when he tried to apologize though, tried to appease Soudan like the man would be upset with him, he realized how hurtful the question was. Quickly he was knelt before the other, on instinct more than thought as he reached out and up to push back some of the beautiful dark hair he’d looked for in every crowd, calloused hand following the curve of Ala’s face to cup his cheek. Had this been in a public setting he told himself he’d have been more careful but that wasn’t likely, considering right then his brain was going on instinct–his Ala was hurting, and he’d upset him. He felt awful. “There is nothing to forgive,” he murmured, left hand reaching for the cup in shaking hand to guide it gently to the table. His fingers curled around Ala’s hand, holding it as if with any pressure he might crumble into dust or he might awaken to find the person before him was simply another body in another town to satiate his loneliness. But beneath his right hand, where his thumb brushed beneath Ala’s eye in case of tears, it was still the same man he loved. A small, sad smile crept over his lips as he looked up at the other. “The waiting grew long and you took care of yourself. That’s all I’d ever ask of you, is to make sure you’re doing what’s best for you. I just wish that included happiness.”
He wondered if Ala loved the suitor he’d married, wondered if they shared any happiness at all. Soudan didn’t want to consider Ala happy or in love with another but it was true, that was all Soudan had ever wanted for Ala, was his happiness, health, and to be loved.
He’d just always imagined it would be with him.
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