a downfall.

arrogance is something you had embodied, the highest point of your life was within fingers grasp, and your goal only that far from attainable. it's what made it worse, as you fell, ever tumbling into a pit made of your own brushed aside failures, consequences finally catching up to you.

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a raised eyebrow at the way laurette winces, and he settles closer to him. perhaps it wasnt the best way, but it was the most forward way to offer comfort. a mental switch is flicked, and his fingers twitch, before he offers scarred hands to the other man. they put off a radiant heat, that would no doubt ease some pain.

“where does it ache?” his words were gentle, and quiet. a contrast to what he had been earlier, no doubt.

He stared at the other man with a confused expression for a moment, looking down at his hands then back up to him. He could feel the warmth emanating from them from where he sat, but…

“Um-” Laurette paused, looking a bit awkward. “D…Down.” Hopefully that was enough of a description. It wasn’t like they hadn’t already seen all of each other, but it still didn’t make the situation much better.

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radiating heat, he reached under the blanket. his hand settled under the smaller man. the heat would probably do good, given the situation, but it also gave an intimacy, even if this was to help with the ache. no matter. company to nicholas was hard to come by, even if he did have to suffer the indignity of using himself as a space heater. scratch that, it wasnt an indignity if he didnt mind it.

he had to remind himself he wasnt the royalty he once was. he wasnt deserving of the throne now, and to help others should be something for him to strive for. of course, he was too selfish for that, but helping one person he liked was different. "tell me if i need to adjust."

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“I’m fine.” He wasn’t, not at all. Even if he seemed fairly calm, he felt nervous and shaky inside, the only obvious signs being his taut shoulders and the intense grip on the edge of the cover.

“Okay.” It wasn’t that it was needed, the blanket they were both under did the job, but somehow he felt like getting the other out of the bed and away from him, then having something he could perhaps just completely bundle himself up and hide in might make the situation a tiny bit better.

Without thinking, a hand slid under the blanket to try to ease the pain, chewing his lip. This was definitely not something he needed right now.

a raised eyebrow at the way laurette winces, and he settles closer to him. perhaps it wasnt the best way, but it was the most forward way to offer comfort. a mental switch is flicked, and his fingers twitch, before he offers scarred hands to the other man. they put off a radiant heat, that would no doubt ease some pain.

“where does it ache?” his words were gentle, and quiet. a contrast to what he had been earlier, no doubt.

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He just nodded, unable to bring himself to reply as the embarrassment and awkwardness of the situation crept up on his back, causing his face and shoulders to flush a peach color.

The shorter man slunk back down under the blanket, letting his back lean against the pillows. His eyes were wide, staring at the wall opposite the bed and he gripped the edge of the cover with sharp nails, swallowing nervously.

“…Th-That was my first,” he blurted suddenly before wishing he hadn’t, turning his head to look out the window.

“are you alright?” This was news to Nicholas, and frankly he wasn’t exactly sure what to do about it. This kind of intimacy, really didn’t deserve to be put onto someone such as himself. To put it lightly, he was a mess to the highest degree, and just about anyone alive could do better than him.

For now, the best he could do would be try to make it up to him, and the fact that they were together in the same bed. “I could get another blanket if you want.”

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Nicholas. Did they introduce themselves last night? Now he wasn’t entirely sure, but it really didn’t make the situation better.

After a moment longer of sitting there, the man became aware that he was only partially dressed and grabbed the blanket to pull up over his lap. The air flowing in through the cracked window was cold, causing his skin to stand on end.

“Do you want me to?” Frankly, he was too sore to get up out of the bed at the moment, but he supposed he would if Nicholas didn’t want him to stay there any longer.

“It doesn’t matter to me either way.” the way he pulled up the blanket didn’t go unnoticed, but Nicholas himself was entirely naked. It was a bit late for modesty anyway. He blinked a few times, a half lidded eye continuing to watch what Laurette did. He wasn’t bad looking at all, and he was at least slightly glad that drunk him was able to end up with someone that looked this nice. Though part of that had to be attributed to his voice, if memories were correct.

His chest bare, the breeze was beginning to affect him. But he supposed that if he was going back to sleep, the blanket would do just fine. He settled back in, slipping back down under the blanket, waiting to see what Laurette would do.

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He…He hurt. A lot, all over. The previous night of activities came rushing back and he quickly became aware of just what he had bore to his partner and anyone else within earshot last night. How horribly embarrassing.

It also explained the pain.

Aching internally, he looked over at the man, peering at him almost owlishly. They hadn’t even exchanged names, had they? This was a disaster.

“…L-Laurette.” His voice was deep, but quiet. Mostly for the sake his own headache, but also because this was extremely awkward. He supposed he was at this man’s house.

“What about you?”

“nicholas.” the other’s name sounded familiar, but not familiar enough. they must’ve introduced each other before they ended up like this. it was good enough for him, but he doubted the other would accept that. a sigh, and he scrubbed his hands down his face, getting a good look at the other man. at least he assumed, the other man.

“do you plan on staying?” an innocent enough question, but he wasn’t sure he wanted an answer. what he wanted to do was go back to sleep, and laze around.

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Laurette’s first thought when he woke was that his head was pounding. The throb sat behind his eyes and his brow wrinkled at the pain. It wasn’t made better by the fact a heavy hand was suddenly against his nose either.

Reaching up with a numb arm, he removed the limb from his face, throwing it back in the direction it had come. He hurt enough without being hit. Cracking an eye, he frowned and peered over at the man laying beside him.

“…Mm.” He found it much harder to get something coherent out than he thought it would be, stretching and slowly moving into a sitting position.

a yawn, and he allows his hand to be removed, eye slowly peering open at his companion in the bed. white hair, big ears, it was familiar, but he wasn’t quite sure why. considering their current states, it should be obvious, but how had his going out to drink alone ended like this?

he cleared his throat, pushing himself up to sit. “who are you?” his voice was rough, coarser than it was usually, which said something about it. 

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the sun against his face hadn’t been expected. he didn’t even remember getting home, much less getting into bed. he wrinkled his nose in distaste, beginning an attempt to bring his arm up to his face, and possibly block the light. however, there was. an arm in his way. a raised eyebrow, and his eye still shut, he began to feel around the other body, hand ending up on a face.

“hello?”

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          he  released  a  sharp  gasp  as  he  was  pulled  in  further  ,  the  legs  meeting  in  the  small  of  his  back  .  nicholas  wasn’t  going  to  be  able  to  keep  this  up  much  longer  .  breaths  uneven  ,  hair  disheveled  ,  and  gloved  hands  grasping  at  the  blades  of  grass  around  them  ,  it  was  all  going  to  culminate  in  something  he  hoped  he  didn’t  regret  .

         a  hand  rose  ,  desperately  seeking  contact  from  something  ,  anything  ,  only  meeting  air  before  burying  itself  in  snow  white  tresses  .  this  was  something  he  could  get  used  to  ,  the  former  king  decided  .  he  pulled  the  other  man  up,  lips  meeting  harshly  and  sloppily  ,  his  tempo  trying  to  be  kept.

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“Corn then.” The response for immediate; the only thing they could part with. Although they would still be starving, but he wouldn’t dare say that. It seemed bread would be the main course for a while.

The guards stared at the older king, eyes barely visibly through the slits in their beat-up helmets. They didn’t seem uncomfortable with the mage’s presence, but the look earned raised eyebrows. They definitely weren’t as antsy and on-edge as the young king.

“I’ll have my men bring a load over as soon as possible.” Ruby stood, pushing the chair back under the table. “Is there anything else?”

           ‘  it’s appreciated . ‘ his teeth grit as soon as the words are spoken, jaw locking. patience, understanding, wisdom, it was all part of being what he had perceived as the perfect king for his people. anger, frustration, an urge to wrap hands around this child’s neck, it wouldn’t do. and yet against every other instinct he had, he felt it. he felt it in his nails, digging into his wrists. he felt it in his grit teeth, and he felt it through barely contained words.

            ‘ there is the problem of you still being within my kingdom. while it appears your settlement is temporary, you’re still going to have to leave my lands unless you wish to be under myself and recognized as my citizens. ‘ steady tone. deep breaths. eyes forward. the facade of normalcy is one that seems to be ready to hit the breaking point.

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          clenched  fists  behind  his  back  were  the  response  to  the  suggestion  .  at  least  the  child  was  attempting  to  try  and work  with  him  ,  but  it  was frustrating  how  little  he  actually  knew  in  regards  to  how  this  worked  .  he  had  to  give  him  something  that’d  be  worth  it  in  the  long  run  ,  something  that  wasn’t  as  finite  as  wood  .  nicholas  wanted  trade  ,  not  their  area  of  the  woods  completely  devoid  of  trees  .

            ‘  how about  we  work  with  crops  .  you’ve  taken  many  farmers  with  you  ,  and  the  lack  of  them  is  starting  to  be  noticed  .  ‘  his  words  were  calm  ,  masking  fury  that  would  be  sure  to  come  if  he  didn’t  hear  what  he  wanted  .  

            the  other’s  illness  could  be  ignored  .  he  needed  a  response  .

“Ah.” His shoulders slumped just the slightest bit, eyes shifting nervously before he cleared his throat and started again. “That sounds fine.” They didn’t have much; wheat and corn. The basics and that was why the villagers (and himself) were as thin as they were.

“Well… We don’t have much.” It wasn’t an outright denial, but he was a bit afraid to say otherwise. “What would you be looking for?”

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' anything we can take without starving you all. ' it's honest, and that's all he can spare with his terse reply. there were things he wished he could do, and all of them involved the king across from him dead on the table, though he was willing to chalk them up to intrusive thoughts. that had to be it.

he watched the other carefully, eyes narrowing as he took in the guards beside him. it could be considered rude, but given their history nicholas' presence warranted nothing less. he supposed it could almost be flattering, the understanding of his ability, but fafnir of all people would know. he had raised him knowing about it.

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The look the statement received might have been a bit satisfying to the other man when the younger looked a bit confused with a faint sense of alarm in his eyes for just a moment. This didn’t seem to be something he had known.

“Ah.” His shoulders slumped and he idly gathered a few papers strewn about on top of the table, straightening them with an anxious energy. “Well, that would depend on what you want from us.”

He finished the sentence with a cough, to which he pulled up his sleeve and put his face into the crook of his arm as a series of ill-sounding hacks came out of him. The humid air beneath the canopy of leaves didn’t seem to be doing him any favors.

What did they have? Nothing worth trading because Silvane already had everything. The guards gave each other a curious side-eyed glance when their king didn’t suggest anything immediately.

“We have an abundance of wood. That would be an idea.” It would make an good trade because of the land they lived in, but perhaps seen as lazy even though that wasn’t the intention.

          clenched  fists  behind  his  back  were  the  response  to  the  suggestion  .  at  least  the  child  was  attempting  to  try  and work  with  him  ,  but  it  was frustrating  how  little  he  actually  knew  in  regards  to  how  this  worked  .  he  had  to  give  him  something  that’d  be  worth  it  in  the  long  run  ,  something  that  wasn’t  as  finite  as  wood  .  nicholas  wanted  trade  ,  not  their  area  of  the  woods  completely  devoid  of  trees  .

            ‘  how about  we  work  with  crops  .  you’ve  taken  many  farmers  with  you  ,  and  the  lack  of  them  is  starting  to  be  noticed  .  ‘  his  words  were  calm  ,  masking  fury  that  would  be  sure  to  come  if  he  didn’t  hear  what  he  wanted  .  

            the  other’s  illness  could  be  ignored  .  he  needed  a  response  .

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Oh, wonderful. Eyes narrowed, the younger drew an uncomfortable breath, exhaling through his nose and running a nervous gloved hand through his hair. “Alright, alright.”

He turned and pointed at the guards standing a distance away, knowing he wouldn’t feel safe being in a room with the king of Silvane and only two guards to protect him.

“Guards, come with me,” he ordered.

“Yes, King Ruby.”

Sharp blue eyes darting back to Nicholas, he motioned for him to follow to the largest tent at the center of the camp, apparently used for meetings. It was dim inside and smelled of smoke; the young king went and sat at the round table in the center, armored guards on either side and behind him.

“Now,” he began, propping his elbows on the table, “What is it you wanted to discuss?”

           he  followed  ,  stewing  in  anger  .  there  was  something  that  irked  him  ,  about  the  situation  .  perhaps  it  was  how  little  power  he  had  over  the  situation  ,  at  the  moment  .  of  course  ,  in  reality  ,  he  could  raze  the  place  to  the  ground  without  a  second  thought  ,  but  .  this  feeling  of  inferiority  only  stemmed  from  the  lack  of  respect  he  commanded  here  .

            fafnir  commanded  respect  in  his  town  ,  where  he  had  earned  nothing  .  he  had  stolen  the  land  ,  stolen  his  citizens  ,  and  stolen  his  crops  ,  and  yet  they  still  thought  of  him  as  someone  worth  admiring  .  it  baffled  nicholas  .

            but  he  couldn’t  denounce  the  claim  to  be a  kingdom  yet  .  he  had  to  beat  them  at  their  own  game  ,  even  if  it  was  childish  ,  irresponsible  ,  wrong  .  

            ‘  i  came  here  to  discuss  how  you  might  be  trading  with  silvane  ,  as  you  still  reside  within  it’s  boundaries  .  ‘

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The guards on either side of him didn’t stand to make him feel any safer in that moment because he could feel the tension emanating between the two of them and probably more than a little anger from the older man.

Standing in the center of the camp, the villagers looked on in their oblivious state. If they looked closely at their young king, they might have seen the falter in authoritative posture, eyebrows furrowing just for a moment in alarm and confusion before he snapped back into the stance he now had.

Arms folded, he stared at the man with a stern expression, eyes narrowed and lips drawn in a tight line. He hesitated for a moment longer before taking a slow breath and speaking, voice steady and monotone.

“Is there something I can help you with?”

             he  kept  his  tone  formal  ,  an attempt  to  keep  anger  from  seeping  into  his  voice  .  his  arms  were  crossed  behind  his  back  ,  nails  digging  through  gloves  into  sensitive  flesh  .  there  were  urges  he  had  ,  and  things  that  he  started  to  feel  needed  to  be  finished  .  but  that  would  not  do  .  he  was  here  diplomatically  .  he  would  act  as  such  .

             ‘  i  came  here  to  discuss  negotiations  .  ‘ 

           a  foreign  presence  in  his  mind  ,  or  something  else  entirely  ,  he  couldn’t  tell  ,  but  the  words  spoken  said  the  same   .  his  son  shouldn’t  be  alive  ,  and  he  needed  to   f i n i s h  the  job  .  eyes  narrowed  .  he  wouldn’t  let  himself  get  distracted  .  fafnir  was a  man  ,  and  the  king  of  his  region  .  he  could  be  addressed   as  such  .

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           his  posture  stiffened  ,  eyes  narrowing  at  what  lay before  him  .  this  was  not  what  he  had  expected  when  he  had  been  summoned  to  conduct  negotiations  with  a  neighboring kingdom  .  he  had  expected  someone  regal  ,  not  .  

             not  .  his  brat  of  a  son  .

            this  would be  trying  .  // @ask-oc-hell

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            the  position  couldn’t  be  kept  up  .  his  arms  ached  ,  and  the  slowed  pace  wouldn’t  do  .  for  either  of  them  .  he  pulled  out   ,  core  aching  at  the  lack  of  contact  .  his  breath  took  up  pace  as  he  lifted  laurette  higher  ,  a  quick  motion  pinning  him  to  the  soft  grass  .  

             it  was  a  sight  for  sore  eyes  .  lips  red  from  their  kissing  ,  shaft  erect  ,  and  begging  for  more  .  it  took all  his  restraint  to  actually  line  up  to  his  entrance  correctly  ,  a  less than  gentle  shove  embedding  himself  into  the  other  man  .  it  left  a  sense  of  euphoria  ,  a  moan  pulling  itself  out  from  his  chest  .  who  was  he  to  ignore  the  other’s  request  , though  .  his  pace  quickened  ,  harsh  breaths  coming  out  in  puffs  .