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For All Our Efforts || Evander & Alasdair

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he’d never seen evander so open. rare was it that evander cried, let alone so violently. alasdair cradled evander in his lap, gently rocking him back and forth while he cried. “shhh, shhh,” he hushed softly, touch gentle and caring. he stroked evander’s back, resting his head on top of the other’s. he slowly came down, sobs slowing to cries, cries slowing to soft sniffles. finally, after a few quiet moments, evander spoke again. alasdair shifted so he could comfortable wrap both arms around evander, tightening his hold just enough so it felt more like a hug. “how’s that?” he asked quietly, trying to encourage evander to go on.

“feart o’ me?” alasdair asked, looking down at the man who made up so much of his life. he let his thumb stroke back and forth comfortably. he pressed a gentle kiss to evander’s forehead. “maun ye leave me? is this lass askin’ ye to leave scotland?”

Evander’s gaze remained stright forward and hollow, eyes still glassy from the tears and his vision out of focus. At Alasdair’s question, he squeezed them shut. Of course he could never be afraid of his brother. He knew any punishment the man would see fit for him, Evander would take and survive without question. He was afraid of the future. Afraid of what would happen if Erika ever found out the truth about his love for Alasdair. Afraid, as he’d voiced so many times, that he would fuck up and lose her no matter what he did. Evander opened his eyes again slowly and shook his head, “The lass kens Ah couldnae ev’r leaveye . She’d ne’er dare ask.” The words came out on a whisper, barely there. He knew they were true, but he started to wonder, when she truly saw his connection with Alasdair, even if she never knew how deep it went, would he understand it? Would she accept that no matter what commitment he made to her, she would always come second to his King? Evander sat up slowly, keeping his back to Alasdair as he asked, “If Ah tell ye, d’ye swear not t’ breathe ‘er name t’ another soul?” He knew he had to keep this condition of hers.

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For All Our Efforts || Evander & Alasdair

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alasdair startled when evander grabbed his hands and pressed their heads together. “van,” he croaked, the pain in evander’s voice matching his own. his head throbbed where theirs crashed together. “stop, stop,” he ordered, voice firming on the second word. alasdair managed to free his hands from evander’s, squirming them out to instead grab his face. “shhh, shhh,” alasdair hushed, stroking his cheeks to try and calm him down. “cannae have a square go with ye all fashin’ aboot.” alasdair shifted back so he was sitting on his bum instead of his knees. he pulled evander with him, collecting him against his chest. “whitev’r happens, we’ll always have ilkither. no matter if ye break ma heart ov’r an’ ov’r again.” it didn’t matter if it made his heart absolutely ache to not have evander like he once did; what mattered was that he would always understand and accept the mess he was underneath it all. van knew why almost every scar was on his body, except for the few he earned in sardinia, because he’d been there when he got them. some, boating accidents. some, at the hand of his father. some, at the hand of his own men. despite how much it would hurt, it would hurt so much more to be without van. “if ye really want me to batter ye, ye gotta simmer.”

Evander collapsed into Alasdair’s chest, all the fight finally flooding out of him at the relief of Alasdair’s words that he would still take him even after declaring him a snake around his heart. Evander had always processed his internal pain by having it made external, but now it was coming out differently as violent sobs tore from his chest and he curled like a child in Alasdair’s lap. Plenty of times Alasdair had help him in this way. The night of the raid he had bragged to Erika about, he had lost 3 men in the flames and Alasdair had taken days to put him back together. But never like this. He had always shut down, turned hollow as he blamed himself. Now, however, his pain spilled forth from him in cries of agony as his best friend tried to soothe him. But fear circled around him like a whirlpool. Alasdair accepted him and pulled him back in even when he had betrayed him so deeply, but Evander felt certain that had he done the same to Erika, she would surely leave him. He clung to Alasdair’s shirt as he stained it with his tears, until the wracking in his chest finally slowed. Finally, the smallest whisper came from his lips. “Ah’m feart Alasdair...” an admission he’d only ever made to one other person before.

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For All Our Efforts || Evander & Alasdair

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alasdair let the pain sweep over his entire body. valentina had gone off to this italian king. evander … some unnamed woman had managed to do in a few months to do what alasdair had tried to do for years. all the scars, littered across his body, ached together. it had been so long since he’d even felt them, dared to look at them. alasdair shut his eyes, lifting his head so he could let it hit back against the hardwood behind him. he did it over and over again, until he felt evander touch him. he jumped, flinching away from the man he was meant to trust with his entire being. “dinnae talk mince. we both ken ah always ben youses. ye just warna mines.” alasdair slowly opened his eyes, leveling evander with his gaze.

“the thing is … we both ben ken this wis happening. but ah dinnae ken why ye hid it. that’s whit hurts ma heart, van. ye pretended to still be mines, but ye war hers fer so long now. dinnae ken if ah can trust ye, van. dinnae if ah can trust onybody.” alasdair doubled over, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling at it, just like evander had earlier. he cried out, the weight of the last year finally crashing down onto him. “ah killed ma brother, fer whit? twa unloyal snakes that twisted ‘round ma heart? ye and valentina. the twa of ye are a perfect pair. s’pose ah deserve it. fer whit ah’ve done.”

Evander shattered, shock falling over his face and his whole body going weak. What had he done? Somehow in his quest to find himself, he had betrayed the only person in the world that truly mattered, the only person he’d ever had.He fell limply back onto his heels and thought instantly he might be sick. His hands hit the floor and he dry heaved, his head spinning as he gasped for air and sobs broke forth from his chest and he screamed in anguish. He didn’t even know why he had hidden Erika from Alasdair anymore. Perhaps he had feared this reaction because he knew deep down that Alasdair wanted him for himself. Evander screamed and hauled himself off the floor, grabbing his friend’s hands in his hair and pulling their foreheads together as they both knelt on the cold stone floor as they had when they had hidden in the tall grass as children. He ground his forehead into Alasdair’s and gritted his teeth. “Ah’ve ben a fuckin’ fool,” He snapped, breathlessly, broken. “Fer fuckin’ lyin’, fer shootin’ ye out. FUCK!” Evander roared, pain ripping through him physically as the consequences of his life crashed down upon him. He pulled his head back and slammed it into Alasdair’s forehead, keeping his hands firmly tied with his in his black locks. “Clype me right, brother, ‘nd ah’ll spell m’ sins fer ye straight. ‘nd whin ‘tis ov’r, ye ‘nd ah’ll be straight.” He was begging, pleading for this to be fixed the way it always had. He didn’t want to hide from Alasdair anymore. He wanted to give everything over to him, maybe even his soul.

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For All Our Efforts || Evander & Alasdair

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this was what had always happened, wasn’t it? no matter how much alasdair compromised, asked only that evander would still end up in their bed at the end of the night, it still wasn’t enough. “all ah’ve ev’r asked of ye …” his voice broke as he spoke, feeling his whole body start to shake. “all ah’ve ev’r wanted frae ye is us in our bed at the end of the day. ah nev’r cared who you ran around with, what wench or lad you took to bed, whit ye indulged in! all ah ev’r asked wis that ye come home to me. and ye’ve nev’r fuckin’ delivered.” alasdair didn’t bother trying to contain himself anymore. he launched towards evander, pushing him towards the wall they were across from. “ah’ve given ye awthing time an’ time again! ah’ve cleaned yer wounds, held ye whan ye felt broken, killed men to protect yer life! fought with ye, fought fer ye, gave up awthing fer ye! and this is hou ye repay me? letting some hallock take ye away frae me?” he roared, hand tightening around evander’s throat. he wanted … some part in him wanted nothing but to crush evander beneath him, take his life so it would always be his. shaking, alasdair stepped away, stumbling backwards. he kept backing away until he hit another surface, using it as a guide to slowly sink to the ground. the king covered his face, letting himself sob openly. “ah am cursed. ah did something in ma last life to be betrayed by those ah hold close.” why wasn’t he enough? why couldn’t he ever be enough for anyone?

Evander’s heart tore as he realized the truth in Alasdair’s words. Everything he had asked Erika, the freedom, the lack of judgement, the faith - Alasdair had always given that to him. He’d never asked Evander where he’d been when he stumbled in at the wee hours of the morn, or chastised him for taking up with some new lass. He had supported and encouraged him and allowed him to do whatever the fuck he wanted, including the King himself. And Alasdair had made it clear enough on dark and clandestine nights at sea, the type of future he wished to have with Evander, but even to the man that he would lay down his life for, he could not hand over his soul. Still, they had lived a lifetime as good as man and husband on that damned boat. And as Alasdair finally cracked, Evander wanted him to hurt him. He could feel the air running short in his lungs and his vision blurring and he wouldn’t have cared if he killed him right then.

Then in an instant, he was gone. Evander doubled over, gasping for air, his knees buckling and bringing him to the floor as he hacked roughly, the air catching in his raw throat and punishing him further. He coughed until the coughing turned to tears, and he hated himself for crying, but he was lost. He owed his world to Alasdair, but somehow Erika had stolen his heart and he could not take it back no matter how much he wanted to in that moment. He stumbled over to his King on his knees, finally laying a hand on his shoulder. He looked at him with fear and regret in his eyes, “Ah canae ev’r leave ye. Ah wouldnae dare try,” His jaw shook as he looked as his oldest friend with glassy eyes, “And If ye coulda ben King and stilla ben mine, ah’d ‘have ye in a heartbeat, but ye can’t.”

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For All Our Efforts || Evander & Alasdair

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alasdair had expect almost more of a fight out of evander, but he suspected this was something that had been a long time coming. this beast they never could resolve with james in the way. fifteen years, they’d been on the sea together, and so suddenly separated without a choice. to come back together, only one now a married man and king, was bittersweet. “ah dinnae ken the lass, but ah figured …” alasdair combed a hand through evander’s wild locks while he melted into their embrace. alasdair went stiff as soon as evander pressed their mouths together; rare was it to see evander be the first to initiate affection between them. his own impulses kicked in–his brain telling him not to miss this opportunity to seek comfort in evander–and he leaned in. he relaxed completely under evander’s touch, hand that had combed through his hair sweetly before now using that hair as leverage in their kiss. his eyes shined with tears when evander pulled back, chest heaving as he gulped in air. “please … dinnae say things ye dinnae mean. yer mines first, thairs seicont.” gripping evander’s hair much tighter, he pulled him in for another kiss, just as desperate as the first.

Evander’s breaths were coming ragged and his instincts turned primal as soon as he felt Alasdair give in to him. His fingers turning rough in Evander’s hair drove him wild and he growled into their kiss, pushing Alasdair back and slamming him into the liquor cabinet. When his King pulled away from him, Evander roared, but the words that Alasdair growled in return sent a jolt through him. Before he could fully process them, Alasdair’s mouth was on his again, hungrier, demanding him, commanding him as his King. Evander’s head was spinning. He couldn’t help but reciprocate the kiss. It was natural, primal, familiar. His whole life was in this kiss, years of history, an eternity of absolutes. And as his eyes slipped closed, flashes of Erika’s lips on his, just the same as this, but smoother, sweeter. Yet still, controlling him, his Commander. Embraces filled with moments of ecstasy, and hours of hope, and a lifetime of uncertainty. Evander tore his mouth away from Alasdair and roared, slamming his fists onto te corner edges of the cabinet on either side of his once lover’s head as he tried to get a handle on himself. He couldn’t promise what Alasdair asked if he gave it to Erika. At least not in this way, even if he would never leave Alasdair’s side, and Erika would never ask him too. Evander doubled over at the waist, roaring again in frustration at the whole damn world before bolting back up to come face to face with Alasdair. His jaw quivvered as he spoke, “Ah dinae ken if Ah kin make that vow.”

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For All Our Efforts || Evander & Alasdair

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neither of them had really come to blows yet; almost always they dove straight into the physical fight and dealt with the words after. it meant something, then, that they weren’t beating eachother bloody on the floor. it meant this went deeper than any fight they’d had before. he let evander shove him onto the table, ignoring the way his breathing picked up with how close they were. alasdair watched him as he walked away, clearly frustrated and torn. it was close to how he’d felt for months now. he let evander have a few moments–let him shatter the vase, let him tear up the room. finally, alasdair pushed himself off the table and walked towards the other. his heart still hurt, and tears were prickling in the back of his eyes, but he pushed that aside. alasdair grabbed both of evander’s wrists to keep him from lashing out as he got closer. he used the hold to wrap evander’s arms around his waist. he wrapped his arms around his best friend as well, intent on holding evander no matter how hard he lashed out. “dae ye think ye love her?” alasdair pressed his face into evander’s hair, taking comfort in the familiar sensation. “will ye choose her over me?”

Evander’s chest rose and fell hard as he tried to get his thoughts to stop spinning. When he saw Alasdair coming towards him, he growled low in his chest and tried to back away, but Alasdair caught him all too easily. Evander shoved at him, trying to break the other man’s hold on his wrists until they were forced to his sides and held down by the weight of Alasdair’s arms suddenly around him. Evander remained stiff as a board breaths coming heavily through his flared nostrils. But when he heard the words his best friend whispered so delicately in his ears, the fight flooded out of him, leaving him only with shock, and confusion as he struggled to console his feelings for Erika with the feelings being held by this man arose in him. “Whit d’ye.. How dae ye-” Suddenly all he wanted to do was relax and give into Aladair’s touch. To let him hold him like he always had, protect him like he always had. He wanted to shut out the world and go back to when it was just the two of them. Impulsively, Evander’s hands shot up to grab both sides of Alasdair’s face and he forced his lips onto his King’s, kissing him desperately, searching for the familiarity and comfort of his only life long certainty. He pulled back gasping and whsipered, “Ah dinnae think ah could ev’r choose anae one over ye.”

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For All Our Efforts || Evander & Alasdair

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alasdair grabbed the hand in his face, shoving it away. “we–we arena–this conversation wisna supposed tae be ‘boot her!” he pushed at evander’s shoulders. “this isna–” his eyes stung, tears threatening to overflow. “this isna hou–fuck you mackenzie!” he slung his fist across evander’s jaw, not remotely satisfied after just one punch. betrayal, confusion, and instinctual anger filled his chest. “our bed?” he yelled, just the idea of such a thing upsetting him. their bed? evander had never fucking treated it like something sacred between the two of them. “ye made it perfectly fucking clear it wisna our bed plenty of times, evander! yer the ane that told me to fucking do all that shite fer valentina! now yer the ane who canna be bothered tae fuckin’ be around me , let alone share a fuckin’ bed!” alasdair shoved hard at evander’s chest, aiming to knock him to the ground. “ye fuckin’ left, evander! not me! fuck!”

Evander stumbled from the shove, but did not fall, his jaw still throbbing from the blow. He growled and barreled towards Alasdair, wrapping his fist in the front of his shirt and forcing him back until he had him leaned backwards over the war table, nose to nose. "Ah told ye all that shite b'cause Ah wanted t' see ye as King!" He snapped gutterally, nostrils flaring, "And Ah left b'cause James forced me ta! Christ, Alasdair, d'ye really b'lieve ah'd disappear like a ghost in th' night if ah'd had a choice?!" Evander shoved Alasdair down into the table hard before releasing him, sending papers and figurines falling to the floor. He spun away, wrapping his fingers in his hair and tugging so roughly he thought it might come out at the roots as he roared in frustration. Katherine, Erika, Alasdair, all dancing around in his heart, in his bed, in his head. He turned back around to Alasdair, growling, "Yer so fuckin’ focused on th' men out there, ye canna 'ear me tellin' ye there's treachery afoot in yer own damn court! And donna act as if 'tis just me! If ye'd called me back sooner, ah'd've been 'ere!" Evander grabbed the closest thing within reach and threw it across the room, where it shattered calmorously. “Fuck!”

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For All Our Efforts || Evander & Alasdair

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“ah’ve clearly put such a burden on ye, asking ye to be here by ma side! daena stick around for ma feelings! ye hate it here? bolt!” the idea of evander leaving him, again, struck ice cold fear into his core, but he refused to admit that out loud. alasdair flinched when evander mentioned the king of italy, jealousy consuming him entirely. “ah told ye to watch yer mouth, mackenzie!” he roared. his voice echoed in the stone room. alasdair shoved at evander even harder, hand pressing against his throat just as he had asked for. alasdair growled when evander spat at him, hand shooting up to his face to hold him in the exact position he wanted him in. “daena ye fuckin’ dare spit at me!” his hand tightened exponentially around his jaw, briefly thinking how hard it would be to just crush it in his grip. he forcibly let evander go, shoving him one last time before turning and walking a few paces away. alasdair picked up the chair he had knocked over before and threw it across the room, needing something, anything, to take it all out on.

alasdair practically ripped his coat off, following it with the vest he had on underneath; it left him in only his nightshirt and trousers. he undid the cuffs around his wrist, not keen on ripping the fabric that was already a bitch to order. he turned back around to face evander, whole body tense with anger. “daena start lying to me now, evander. tell me she didna kiss him.”

Evander’s breath caught as Alasdair pushed into his throat fully. He struggled against him, but not early as hard as he could have. When Alasdair grabbed his jaw, his teeth slamed ogether painfully and Evander gritted them as he resisted the urge to spit at Alasdair again. It was childish and furious and he didn’t fucking care. It felt good to be riled up for once. His King’s grip on his jaw tightened ti an unbearable ache before Alasdair finally threw him back against the wall. Evander gasped, though he did not rub at his throat as others might. He had been in the same position with Alasdair too many times not to know how it felt. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he watched Alasdair pace the room, stripping, He had always done this when they fought. His temperature rising with his temper. When Alasdair accused him of lying, Evander stalked up to him and shoved a finger in his face, “How dare ye! Ah wouldna lie ‘boot sucha thing. ‘Tis only ye Ah look out fer in the pit of that poisonous Medici snake ye’ve brought inta our bed!” He hadn’t meant it the way it sounded, merely that he had allowed her influence into Scotland, but he didn’t care about to correct it.

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For All Our Efforts || Evander & Alasdair

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“it’s not like ye’ didna know whit the job entailed, van.” alasdair slammed is own drink back. he shoved away from the table, chair making an awful screeching sound as it was shoved back. alasdair stood so quickly, he ended up knocking the chair back. he paced towards his best friend, eye to eye. “if ye’ hate scotland and me so badly, then fuckin’ leave! let some fuckin’ halock or whatever drag you off again!” alasdair swiftly turned away from evander shoving at the table and whatever else got in his way. “a’m so sorry a tried to right what ma brother did seventeen months ago!”

alasdair stopped when evander mentioned his wife. the king twisted around, storming towards his chancellor, hand ready for his throat. alasdair knocked into evander with his shoulder, pressing him back until he was against the wall, hand around his throat. “explain yersel. very fuckin’ carefully, evander. an’ we arena done talking aboot you either.” alasdair pressed more weight into the forearm he used to pin evander in place, hand not so tight around his throat to do more than threaten evander.

The ruckus Alasdair created did not startle Evander. If anything, it woke him up. He was sick of the niceties. Now that they were yelling, they could finally talk. He slammed the bottle down on the table and hissed back, “Donna act like Ah have anywhere t’ be besides by yer side, Alasdair. Ye were just as much a wreck as Ah when Ah returned.” Evader could see what was coming before the King slammed into him, but he didn’t stop him. When his head slammed into the stones, he welcomed the pain and the stench of Alasdair’s breath in his face. This he knew. This he understood, unlike all the other shit swimming around in his brain. He gritted his teeth and spat the truth he hadn’t had the chance to tell Alasdair in his face. It was time he knew the kind of woman he had married. The women Evander had suspected all along. “I had a nice long chat with the Italian King a few nights ago,” he hissed, pressing into Alasdair’s hand around his throat, daring him to push it further as his eyes burned into his friend’s, “Ah ken’d who ‘e was, but ‘e didna ken me. And it didna take much b’fore ‘e was telling me how he’d winched yer wife in th’ palace corridor a few nights back.” Evander spat it at him like an insult, his eyes daring his brother to hit him.

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He, his hands, his voice, they were all so damn gentle with her. His hands on her waist had her gasping for air, his touch taking her by surprise – her legs trembled ever so slightly when he put her back down on the ground. She was so maleable and at his disposal, he could have done nearly anything and she would have likely thanked him for his kindness. His words were music to her ears, so sugar-sweet as he rewarded her with those suggestive words each time she complied: good girl, yes, she was one of those for certain. In more ways than she could possibly anticipate, too. Katherine’s feet stopped when he commanded her to – she was so good at following orders, perhaps she should have been taught better, or she should have listened to the lessons more attentively. “Yes, please,” she hurried to say, noticing a wide grin tugging at the corners of her lips. She allowed her teeth to graze over her plump botton lip and dig into it in a poor attempt to hide her excitement. It smelled like the woods – if her time wandering the grounds of the England palace had taught her anything, that was to recognize the marvelous aroma of the greenery. She was so eager to see what he’d planned she was nearly shaking in anticipation – and he’d notice, too, with his hands rested on her shoulders it was hard to keep any physical reaction from him.

He could feel her radiating with excitement and the smile on her face was undeniable. it filled his chest with satisfaction and excitement of his own. He reached up slowly, grazing her cheeks with his hands as he reached around her to untie the blindfold. He pulled the edged of the ribbon so the bow came undone and the fabric fell away. He took it back and stepped aside so Katherine could see the scene before them, gesturing grandly with his arm. “For you, Lady Katherine,” He said with a smile, anticipation dancing behind his eyes as he awaited her reaction. Once she’d had a chance to take it in, he grabbed her hand and led her over to the blanket. “Sit, Milday, and let me spoil you.”

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His whisper sent a shiver down her spine and, as if that wasn’t enough, his lips hovering over hers and eventually stealing a quick kiss nearly had her tripping over her own feet before even taking a step. Was she ready? Most likely not… But this man had made her feel so dangerous and daring that she was uncapable of backing down from any plan he offered. And he seemed, too, so infatuated with her… How was she to deny him anything? “Yes, sir,” she murmured, quickly and as carefully as possible following his lead – his voice, wherever that took her. She probably should have been more careful, shouldn’t have been so easy to trust a man she didn’t know, but his honey-sweet words, dropping from those experienced lips… She never even stood a chance.

Evander smirked even though she could not see it and took both of her hands in his, “Come,” he instructed her, and began pulling her forward by both hands as he walked backwards out of the palace. They reached the two steps down into the yard, and instead of navigating her down them, he told her, “Stop,” softly, right at the edge, and he put both hands on her waist and lifted her lightly down the steps, settling her feet into the grass. When she was settled, he grabbed her hands again and began to lead her towards the edge of the woods that surrounded the palace. As he guided her, he gave her simple instructions, sweetly and patiently in his honey silken voice. Come, To your right, Watch your step, Milady. Each one a command, and every now and then when he had navigated her around an obstacle, he would smile and reward her softly with a, “Good girl.”

It was some minutes before they finally made it through the woods and broke into the Clearing he had been searching for. By the time they did, Evander could feel the anticipation buzzing between them. In the center of the clearing stood a little hunting cottage, more of a shack, really, though it looked much more quaint for the vines that grew up it’s walls. And next to it, Evander had arranged for his servants to lay out a picnic for them. A lush fur blanket lined the ground and on it sat platters of fruit and cheeses, two glasses, and a bottle of wine and Brandy each. Evander’s smile widened, pleased with the presentation, and he turned to Katherine. “Stop,” he told her gently, then stepped forward, resting both hands on her shoulders. “We’re here,” he whispered excitedly, “Would you like to see?”

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(tw: for morning afters in a way and the implication of sex.)

Juliet laid there in bed, her breathing was shallow and looked to be a complete mess.

As comfortable as Evander’s bed was, she didn’t want to stay there for very long, so Juliet promptly sat up and got out of the tangled mess of sheets they had made.

Juliet picked up her clothes from the floor and straightened them out as to not raise any suspicion as to what she had been doing in the time she had been gone.

She was also distantly of Evander getting up, probably to do the same as her but ignored it as she slipped her dress and shoes back on.

Now properly dressed Juliet turned to face him, even though it was stupid to, considering what they had done.

“ Well, I’ll surely see you later at dinner, no?”

She asked, and it almost wasn’t a question but a reassurance that things wouldn’t be awkward between them.

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Evander laid back against the headboard with his arms crossed behind his bed. These weren’t his personal quarters, but instead a separate apartment he kept for entertaining women who were too concerned with image to be seen with him in their own rooms. He had never slept with anyone in his own chambers, even Alasdair. It was the one place he preferred to keep private.

Still he was more than comfortable here, watching lazily as Juliet rose and dressed without a word, as if they hadn’t just had passionate intercourse in the middle of the afternoon. When she turned back and asked absently about dinner, Evander snorted. “Why do you always act like things will be odd between us when it’s over? Have we not been through this enough times Juliet?” Of course their connection was not a typical one. The had first met in a storm on the English peer, both having taken shelter in the same tavern. He hadn’t known who she was then when one thing led to another and what started as a mutual distaste for each other evolved into a night of rough passion.

It had not been till he actually arrived at the Palace several days later that he learned of her status, but it made no difference to him. It couldn’t be said they they were friends, but they had never been able to deny the tense energy between them. he was more than happy to take his pleasure from her on the rare occasion they crossed paths. He didn’t need more than that. Still, she could stand to lighten up. “You don’t have to rush off,” he told her.

#EvanderxJuliet #ExJ-When in Rome #gphq:location // scotland #Closed Thread

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Katherine was, at first, confused when he showed her the sash made of blue silk, and her eyes peered up to his face to try and find a silent explanation. It was better than that, as her smile unavoidably grew on her face – he explained the location was to be kept a secret and, even though she was incapable of telling a soul about their escapade, she knew he meant for her. A surprise! For her! Oh joy! The lenghts he’d go to keep her interested were outstanding, even if she’d settle for much less than this magical ride he was providing. “Of course, my Lord,” Katherine gracefully spun around on her heels to turn her back to him – this way, he’d more comfortably me able to wrap the make-do blindfold over her eyes. In her wildest dreams, Katherine never would have guessed she would so willingly accept to be deprived of one of her senses - and by a man! How entirely awful of her! He had a way with words that had her on a magic spell she couldn’t ( and most certainy didn’t want to ) break free from. “I’m afraid I might trip and make a fool of myself,” she admitted, once her eyes were covered. As if that meant he couldn’t see her either.

He was delighted to see excitement in her eyes at the prospect and not nervousness. Oh how she trusted him so easily. Had no one warned this girls of the perils that could befall her? But it was no matter, Evander was more than happy to take advantage of her naivete for his enjoyment, and he would ensure it was enjoyable for her too. When she turned around, he tied the ribbon firmly, but comfortably over her eyes, binding the sash in a little bow at the back, and stroking his fingers through her hair gently as he finished. He placed a hand o her shoulder and gently turned her back around to face her. He reached up slwly to tug down the bottom of the ribbon and make sure it covered her eyes as he whispered to her, “I promise I willna let that happen, Milady. Just listen to my voice, and we’ll be there before you know it.” He smiled, wanting to toy with her a little bit with the blindfold. He tilted her chin up gently with the tip of one finger and allowed his mouth to linger near hers for a moment before granting her a chaste peck. When he pulled away, he asked softly but dangerously, “Are you ready?”

#EvanderxKatherine #ExK-Secret Dates #gphq:location // scotland #Closed Thread

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Faith for the Faithless || Evander & Giovanni

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giovannifiorentino‌:

“no, i was simply addressing the threat you have so clearly labeled me as.” as his bible was closed, giovanni leveled evander with a look. one moment of compassion, supposedly the whole reason for his religion, and it has led him here. a man seemingly hell bound on making his life difficult. “when you request counseling is when you receive my undivided attention, chancellor. i suppose you are used to being the center of attention, hm?” giovanni stood from the table and stretched as if he didn’t have a worry in the world. “explain and i’ll listen.” he walked over to basin of water in the corner, dipping a cloth carefully into it. this was really just an excuse to get more space between himself and the other man, but plenty of people waited until after their morning meal to clean up … looking in the mirror and using it as a way to keep an eye on evander, giovanni began cleaning his face carefully.

unfortunately, the ritual only lasted a few minutes. normally he’d strip down and give his entire body a wipe down, but he refused to even fathom it with evander in the room. sighing, he turned back towards the chancellor of scotland. “tell me what is on your mind.”

Evander could only smirk at the boy’s evident irritation with him. He had not expected him to be so openly hostile with his tone, but it amused him greatly. He watched him stand and move away from the table with patient amusement. The Bishop did seem to have some natural aversion to his presence. Had he really scared him so shitless the last time they had met? The thought that he might have gave Evander immense satisfaction. He quirked up one brow and said, “You seem rather roused with me, Bishop. I might ask what it is that have you so tense.” When the boy finally turned back around, Evander told him, his voice slow and half sarcastic. “It has been some time since I’ve given a confession, your excellency. You’ll have to remind me how this works.” As he spoke, he picked up a small silver spoon from his snuff box, dipping it into the smaller container of white powder, and sprinkling the opium over the top of his packed tobacco pipe. Evander put the spoon down and held up the pipe with a questioning eyebrow raised, “Have you ever partaken, Bishop? It could well help calm your nerves.”