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threading their fingers together a little tighter , he lowered his gaze again in a way he was trained to do . ‘ one day … i’ll be able to tell you everything . ‘ he promised softly . taking a small step away from his small cloister of roses and toward the safety of the other man . tongue glides over his rosy lips , his jewelry knocking together as he moves . every small movement triggering some clink of it . ‘ will you show me more ? ‘ he asked softly , evening was approaching and erasmus was nervous for what would happen that night and what was to be expected of him . he knew what he should expect & he knew he would do what was asked , but he hoped that at least , torveld would be gentle .

‘ take your time . . . i’m a patient man . ’ smiling reassuringly as he looked down at the other , heart racing every time he stared into those beautiful eyes . ‘ yes , of course . ’ tugging gently on his hand so that he would follow him , they began walking around the rest of the palace grounds , torveld pointing out his favorite spots and telling erasmus different memories . he couldn’t remember the last time he had shared this much with anyone , felt close enough to someone that he wanted to , but as he’d already come to realize , it was different with erasmus . 

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okay but an au where muse a summons a demon of lust to have their first time with; it’s all fine and dandy, transaction’s made, they probably break the bed, muse a is properly deflowered and when they wake up the demon’ll be gone. great.

except muse b, the demon of lust, thinks the apartment is pretty neat and decides to stay. it’s like having an unwanted roommate. a cocky, lusty demon as roommate.

yeah, not so fine and dandy.

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plot idea: PLs a hot as fuck high school music teacher who never really got out of his leather jacket and biker phase and used to be in a band but now teaches high school students what real music is and is notorious for being arrogant and vv sarcastic and a kindergarden teacher who loves kids and wears lilac/pink/purple color cotton shirts and smooth pants and is cute as a button and imagine him teaching the kids to make flower crowns and music teacher sees a flower crown on him and smirks and teases him about how cute he looks

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he longed for this . just this . for eternity . being locked together , bodies tangled , pressed so close there was no telling where one began and the other ended . smilign brightly as he pulled away , gliding in front of lucas & grabbing his hands , ‘ look at you ! i am proud . ‘ he praised with the softest of smiles on his pink lips . ‘ you do not like art that i bring home …why ? ‘ he asked with a curious expression on his features . valentin’s interests were often obscure especially when it came to art , dark even at times . a plea for someone to look into his maze of a soul .

shrugging one shoulder as he looked down at their joined hands , enjoying the feeling of the other’s skin on his far more than he probably should . ‘ i like some of it . ‘ it was true that more often than not lucas had a not so positive reaction to the pieces valentin brought home but most of that was due to the exorbitant price tag than the actual art itself . lucas hadn’t grown up with much money himself so it was hard to imagine spending that much on something that would just hang on your wall .

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unsure what gives him the courage to reach out and gently hold the other’s hand . clasping his large one in his own , tiny , slender fingers . ‘ i really like you torveld . ‘ he whispered , voice shaking as if frightened of his own words . erasmus was unused to such sweetness especially from a man … a man looking like this . ‘ you have given me hope , torveld . ‘ he breathed , ‘ that is more than i could ever ask of you . ‘ eyes were wide with wonder as he stroked the back of the other’s hand softly . admiring the way his skin glided underneath his fingertips and made him feel warm and secure . ‘ i’m sorry if i can not … open up to you as quickly … i-i am afraid — but i trust you . ‘

his eyes nearly lighting up at the small gesture , probably making it into much more than it was but unable to help it . ‘ you do not have to apologize erasmus , i understand why you might be hesitant . i will wait as long as you need me to . . . there is no rush . ‘ torveld was grateful for just the simple act of holding the other’s hand and the fact that he had his trust meant the world to him . ‘ i trust you too . ‘ squeezing his hand gently as he smiled at him . he’d never felt this way before , so content just to be in someone else’s presence . 

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falling into the other , his arms wrap tightly around the other’s middle . eyes half closed ( thanks to the vodka , though he can barely feel it’s effects ) ‘ see ! you feel something . ‘ he cheers softly . the only sounds the echoes of valentin’s laughter and their own quiet sounds . reaching up to cup the other’s cheek gently , tilting his guard’s gaze more toward himself again . only lucas saw him like this , natural beauty & a real smile decoratin his lips . ‘ what about this ? ‘ he pointed to a different picture with softer toners , lighter this time . ‘ i have a copy of this at home i think , ‘ he mused distantly . arm still tight around his guard’s middle .

letting an arm fall across the other’s shoulders in a sort of half embrace , tilting his head down to meet his gaze . he normally tried to avoid this type of affection with valentin , knowing that if he allowed it too often it would become a habit and then it might escalate into something more . he couldn’t bring himself to put a stop to it today , for some reason . turning his head to look at the painting in question , a look of concentration on his face as he stared at it before stating decisively . ‘ calm . it makes me feel calm . ’ 

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shyly taking a smaller step back so that the soft flowers surrounded him , a few of the thorns catching on the fabric of his chiton . the roses made him look even paler , the matching color on his cheeks seemed even darker . ‘ oh torveld . ‘ he whispers softly , the only words that could come to his romance addled mind . his perspective on romance and love making had been challenged harshly as of late . torveld is the man of his dreams , the sort of man he would have shied away from … until the world had tested him and his bravery had been strengthened , ( though only a little ) . ‘ i don’t deserve your kindness . ‘ he whispered softly . unsure even why he decided to hide , torveld had seen his burns and held him tightly . they had one magical evening in vere and then suddenly he was here . caught between a garden and his rescuer .

suddenly growing nervous as the other seemed to shy away from him , biting at his lower lip . ‘ i’m sorry , that was terribly forward of me . ’ the last thing he wanted was for erasmus to feel uncomfortable around so he needed to learn how to hold his tongue . brows furrowing at the other’s words , his voice soft and filled with sincerity as he responded . ‘ oh erasmus . i wish you could see yourself the way that i see you . you deserve everything ... even more than i’ve given you . ’  he was a bit hesitant about being so candid , afraid of scaring the other off with his intensity , but it seemed nearly impossible to hide his feelings for erasmus at this point .

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‘ not fair . you know i must take a . why cannot it just be you ? ‘ he plead with lower lip puffed out . happy to babble about the art he was so unbearably obsessed with . hand is lowered to his hip and head cants to the side . ‘ art is not something you get , lucas . it is something you feel , yes ? ‘ brows raising , hoping the other would understand him well enough . they were alone and valentin felt safe , even his posture relaxed a little , knowing he didn’t have cameras flashing in his face or reporters writing down his every move made him feel a little safer . ‘ look , ‘ fingers curled around the other’s arm and turned him toward a nearby piece . ‘ what are you feeling now ? ‘

‘ who said it can’t be ? ’ raising an eyebrow with an innocent look on his face . his nose scrunched up as he looked at all the art surrounding him , not feeling much of anything until he looked at valentin instead . he didn’t want to even begin to decipher those feelings so he let the other move him , focusing on the piece now in front of them . sighing heavily as he continued to stare at it , shrugging helplessly . ‘ i don’t know . it makes me feel kind of sad , i guess ? all the dark colors and everything ... just looks a little bleak . ‘ he felt like he was spewing nonsense , not even wanting to look over at valentin in fear of his reaction .

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immediately following the gesture and curling his fingers around the other’s upper arm . ‘ alright . ‘ his voice was softened , akielian accent still very present in his tone . smiling at his own question and the response he had been given , he couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride for being granted such respect by this man . torveld was a better master than he had ever known . the cool air of the garden blew through his fair curls , blowing the thin end of his chiton . free hand lowering again to instinctively tug it lower to conceal his burns . ‘ it’s beautiful . ‘ he whispered reverently , abandoning his self appointed timidity and reached out to tenderly touch one of the flowers hanging from the bushes that lined the pathway . ‘ everything here is so beautiful . ‘ turning to look up at torveld , a bright red blush already on his cheeks before he even spoke , ‘ even you  … ‘ a pause as he convinced himself to use the other’s name , ‘ torveld . ‘ turning back to release the other’s arm and walk toward a bush of light pink roses .

he felt his cheeks warm in response to the compliment , amazed that someone could still have this sort of effect on him . he felt like a teenager again , his heartbeat quickening and palms clammy whenever he was around erasmus . ‘ thank you . that’s very kind . ’ watching him as he walked away , the warm sun and cool breeze on his skin making him feel light and content . ‘ i think ... ’ he began to walk towards him before finishing his thought . ‘ the beauty of all the flowers and trees in this garden combined doesn’t even come close to yours . ’ he wasn’t usually this romantic , especially when it came to words , but something in the other just seemed to bring it out him . erasmus deserved someone to tell him he’s beautiful and torveld was just grateful to have that privilege .

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‘ oh but i’d be more excited if you agreed to be my date . ‘ valentin had been pictured many times with his guard , this was a story that had already been told and theorized about . so he kept their arms linked and began to lead lucas first toward the fashion exhibit . walking around slowly and explaining the curves and catholic influence on each of the pieces . chattering softly , he was interuppted every once in a while by someone saying hello and trying to make small talk . soon enough they were deep enough into the museum that it was just them . turning around to face him expectantly , ‘ so … still do not like art ? ‘

‘ i’ll be going with you regardless ... but if that’s what you want to call it . ’ shrugging nonchalantly , turning away to hide the smile that graced his lips as he pretended to study the art surrounding them . he listened to every word valentin said , though he didn’t understand all of it . every time they were interrupted , he had to put on a fake smile as he waited for them to get tired of small talk , which sometimes seemed to take forever . once they were finally alone , his breath seemed to come easier . ‘ i never said i didn’t like it . well , not all of it . i just don’t really get it . ’

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the contact had goosebumps raising on his skin , his training had him yearned for more of it , but his experience left him scared . this was torveld , he told himself , there is nothing to be afraid of . he nodded quickly at the proposition , heart skipping at exploring more of this castle with his new prince . raising slowly to his feet , he waited for the other to stand as well , hands clasped in front of him . a dreamy look on his already ethereal features . longing to wrap his hand around the other’s upper arm and selfishly feel what a true man’s body felt like . mind turned now to the bedroom in the brief moment of silence between them . what would he expect ? would he want to sleep with him or give him his won room? trying his hardest , he spoke up bravely , ‘ my lord … if i may — will you tell me your favorite place in patras ? ‘

extending the crook of his elbow for the other to hold onto once he was on his feet , waiting for erasmus to wrap his hand around his upper arm before beginning to lead him outside . ‘ you may ask me anything , erasmus . ’ reminding him gently before answering the question he’d posed . ‘ i can show you , actually . we happen to be going there right now . ’ the private gardens on the castle grounds had always been a sort of escape for torveld , the lush greenery always bringing a sense of peace and calm to him . he explained this to erasmus as they walked , his voice soft as it seemed to carry with slow breeze . it took them several minutes to reach the edge of the gardens , torveld watching the other’s expression carefully . ‘ so what do you think ? ’ it suddenly seemed vitally important that the other loved this area as much as he did .

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even looking death kissed , he managed to be beautiful , ignoring any of the yells the camera men shouted at him , he went about his usual posing and smiling something distant and detached . when he decided that was enough and his hand slid around to cup the other male’s upper arm ,the smile he provided lucas was much more genuine and he was more than thankful when he entered the quiet museum , offered a glass of wine and he took it without thought , finishing the glass in less time than it took to blink and replacing it on the tray . turning up to lucas , he arched his brows , ‘ we have time before the toast … should i show you the wonders of the met ? i hear i’ve got an invite for the gala next month . how exciting . ‘ he offered with little excitement in his voice .

looking around the vast room slowly , taking note of all the entrances and exits as he always did when they visited a place he’d never been before . looking back over at valentin as he spoke , commenting sarcastically . ‘ yes , you seem quite excited about it . but sure , show me around . ’ he’d never told the other this , of course , but he could listen to valentin talk all day . that’s one of the first things he noticed upon meeting him , his accent . people sometimes had a hard time understanding the other because of it but not lucas . not anymore , at least . after so many months of being around him constantly , he was one of the few who didn’t have to ask valentin to repeat himself .

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filled to the brim with good food and sweets beyond anything he had ever tasted , he felt warmer and more confident . gaze gliding over the other’s handsome form , from the tip of his feet , up his legs to hover over his chest and then his lips before blinking and hiding his blush with bowed head and mop of curls . ‘ patras is beautiful . ‘ he began in his shy , soft voice . even the bangling of jewelry was louder . ‘ it’s green and rich and the weather is so nice . warm … but not sticky . ‘ he smiled warmly , giggling at the sound of it . unused to being under the attention of someone he respected so highly , he stuttered a few of his words . ‘ everyone here is so kind … not like – ‘ fighting back a shudder at the memories even the name produces , ‘ vere . ‘ shoulders sag only a little , torveld is his future . he doesn’t have to remember any of that now . 

watching the other intently as he talked so as not to miss a word , he reached over to place a hand on his arm , noticing his less than positive reaction at even mentioning the place he’d just left . ‘ you don’t have to think about that now . just focus on the present , hm ? i am glad you’re enjoying it here , however . if there’s anything i can do to make the transition easier , please do not hesitate to ask . ’ he wanted to make sure erasmus felt comfortable coming to him for whatever he needed , no matter how small . feeling the cool breeze blowing through the still open window , he looked outside , noticing how beautiful of a day it was . ‘ would you like to take a walk with me in the gardens ? ’ 

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thinking of raising a baby boy made his heart swell and skip a beat , a tiny baby who didn’t look like any of his wayward lovers & only looks like himself , with a head full of curls and soft cheeks . maybe even blue eyes and lucas’s nose . blinking away the sudden day dream , shattered as lucas tore his hand away . it stung and now bare hand was cradled in his other and when he spotted the busy scene , ‘ lovely . ‘ was all he could say . his assistant was already telling him names he needed to know and that he needed to take his shades off for the short red carpet . he was one of the few being honored . stepping out of the car , he looked up to lucas for assurance . ‘ here it goes . ‘

giving him what was hopefully a reassuring smile before standing off to the side as he watched valentin get his picture taken what seemed like a thousand times , the shouting photographers and flashing lights almost too much to handle even for him . once the other’s turn was done , he held out an arm for him to take before they walked inside , the environment much calmer and easier to handle . he planned on keeping a closer eye on valentin than usual , their conversation in the car still replaying in his head . he always worried about him but the urge to protect him seemed even stronger than usual lately . he told himself it was simply because of his job but even he was having trouble believing it .

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it was so strange to see someone so exalted so nervous . surely , torveld had seen wars and days and nights of court and even had other’s in his bed . there weren’t many that were shy … especially around erasmus . his timidity was too easily taken advantage of . brows raised minutely at the sight of food and it took every piece of restraint to keep himself from grabbing the food and eating like a starved animal .  leaning foreword as he takes a grape , savoring it’s sweetness before reaching for another and another . eating until his fill , he flushed , pulling back to lean back into his chair . ‘ thank you . ‘ he finally spoke ,his eyes were still very wide as he listened to the other ask if the food satisfied him . that question alone showed the stark difference between his handlers in vere and this man . it felt strange not knowing what to do with himself to make himself useful . ‘ the food here is so fresh . ‘

he ate much slower than the other , often getting preoccupied with simply watching erasmus , finding himself unable to tear his gaze away from him for more than a few moments . ‘ you’re very welcome . you seem to be enjoying it . ’ teasing him gently before popping a grape into his mouth , a smile on his face as he chewed . calling a servant to take their dishes once they’d both finished eating , sitting back down once they were alone again . he crossed one leg over the other , hands folded in his lap and body angled towards erasmus . ‘ how are you liking it in patras so far ? ’ he was terribly curious as to what the other was thinking , selfishly hoping it was positive . if it wasn’t , he’d find some way to make it better . he wanted erasmus to be happy .

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smiling sadly as he stared down at the place where their hands were touching , it felt warm and valentin loved it . it helped to fill some of the aching in his heart . ‘ i’ve had scares before …you know . ‘ he whispered gently and pursed his lips , he was so quiet as he turned to look toward the passing city , they weren’t far from the museum now & this conversation would have to end . free hand tugged the shades off of his face quickly so that he could look lucas in the eye . ‘ maybe they’re right — i’d be a disappointment . ‘ shaking his head as if that would get rid of his own thoughts , he began to reach out for his bottle again .

squeezing his hand once so the other would look at him , tone genuine as he spoke . ‘ i don’t think so . your children will be so lucky to have you as a father . ’ he found himself imagining that scenario , valentin as a dad . it was an easy image to conjure , it seemed right somehow . he also couldn’t help imagining himself alongside him , raising their children together . pulling his hand away as he tried to shake that from his mind , knowing it was pointless to fantasize about . it would never happen anyway . ‘ looks like we’re here . ’ clearing his throat as they pulled up to the museum .

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nodding quickened , his curls bouncing as they did , sweet pink flowers were braided into a few strands of his hair . a gold chain around his neck that matched the ones around his ankles . all of his years of training were screaming against this , sitting at his prince’s table , eating from his fine dishes . subconsciously , he tugged the hem of his short chiton more over his thigh . concealing his burns was second nature now . ‘ oh , my lord … – i shall try my best . ‘ hand raising to toy gently with the loose chain around his neck . still horribly shy even after days of travel together and even sleeping by his side in the same tent even . biting down on his lower lip , his limbs rearranging subtly on the chair . turning to gaze at the handsome man again , correcting himself softly , ‘ torveld … ‘ cheeks dusted pink as he looks up to the slave running to fetch their meal , stomach growling at the thought of food .

desperately wanting to reach over and stroke the smooth skin of his thigh , brushing his hands over his own clothing instead , not wanting to be too forward . ‘ i like the way my name sounds coming out of your mouth . ’ he admitted , cheeks warming as he fiddled with his garments , smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles over and over again . looking up as one of the palace slaves came bustling into the room , arms laden with plates full of food . torveld’s stomach growled in anticipation , having not eaten since much earlier in the day due to their travels . thanking the slave graciously before dismissing them , wanting to be alone with erasmus once more . he took a bite of food , watching out of the corner of his eye to make sure the other did the same before continuing . ‘ i hope this food satisfies you . i’m sure it’s different than what you’re used to . ’