kriegerherzz:
Wolfgang, darling. I will tell you something: you are not often right, but you may be right about that.
[His mouth opens and closes as he tries to think of something witty to say, but there’s nothing. He can’t win.]
Thanks?
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kriegerherzz:
Wolfgang, darling. I will tell you something: you are not often right, but you may be right about that.
[His mouth opens and closes as he tries to think of something witty to say, but there’s nothing. He can’t win.]
Thanks?
𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕙 (𝕆𝕡𝕖𝕟)
gebrochener-adler:
There was the faint thought that he was going to simply get soot all over the other but that was disrupted merely by the sensation of being lifted. It was difficult to process the exact feelings it gave him. The last time he had been carried by anyone, well it must have been over eighty years ago and that hand been due to an injury. Someone carrying him simply because they wanted him safe? Far longer. It almost felt wrong to allow himself to appear so helpless. He really needed to shut his brain off. After a moment of internal fretting, he just, slumped his head against Wolfgang’s chest and listened for his heartbeat. The time to the car passed startlingly quickly as he found himself set down. “Hm? Yes, I am not quite that injured.” He leaned back against the seat while looking at the ceiling of the car and he took a deep breath.
No, Roderich didn’t appear to be too hurt, but those burns on his hands still looked nasty, and the emotional trauma of it all had probably put him into shock. Wolfgang wasn’t going to say as much, though, feeling like it would only make everything worse, so instead he just replied:
“Yeah.”
Then he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Roderich’s forehead before he closed the door.
His Austrian residence just outside Vienna wasn’t terribly far, and was certainly closer than trying to get to Munich. However, there were a number of stairs to get up to his place, so he’d have to carry him again.
This time, he didn’t ask before scooping Roderich up into his arms, and carrying him up to his place. It was a short thing to open the door one handed, but once he had him inside, he paused.
“Do you want a bath or do you want to sleep?” he asked. “Or eat. What do you need?”
kriegerherzz:
Sometimes when I am laying in bed and it’s the middle of the night I hear Ada get up and drink water. She always seems so thirsty when she drinks in the middle of the night, like thirstier than normal. Do you think her water tastes better then? She always sighs contentedly after, like it’s the best water she ever had. Do you think maybe she has dreams that make her thirsty?
Water just tastes better at 3am.
𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕙 (𝕆𝕡𝕖𝕟)
gebrochener-adler:
He should have known that Wolfgang would still be there for him. It was impossible to put the level of gratitude he felt into words and so he simply reached up and placed a burnt hand gently over the one on his cheek. Even when he was so certain he was still capable of the most horrendous things- He nodded once. “Yes.” A bit of a hoarse cough escaped him. The things he struggled with, he could put them into proper words later. The thought of somewhere safe,perhaps even quiet, could give him reprieve even from himself. “I apologize, I must have made you worry.” He added on, finally able to meet the other’s gaze for a moment.
“Okay.”
Wolfgang nodded and pressed a quick, soft kiss to Roderich’s forehead before he gathered Roderich into his arms and stood. He was so small in his arms, and he’d registered that last night but it still hit him all at once in a shock. That someone so important to him could just fit in his arms just like this was a revelation.
“I’m going to take you home,” he said, and shifted Roderich’s weight to one arm so he could locate his car with his phone. It wasn’t too far off, as most of his running had been him sprinting in all sorts of directions, and it was easy enough to carry him over and settle the man in the passenger seat.
“Think you can stay conscious for me while I drive?” he asked.
𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕙 (𝕆𝕡𝕖𝕟)
gebrochener-adler:
For a few seconds, he seemed to stare almost straight through Wolfgang before seeming to register that he was there. As soon as he did though, that guilt from the day before seemed to hit him over the head like a club. “Wolfgang.” His hands shake and the cigarette drops to the ground. “I-” His voice seemed to cut out for a second before he lowered his head, not entirely sure how to look him in the eye. “I could not, look at it anymore.” He said. That, clawing choking at the back of his throat had seemed to fade but here he was left a dusty shell on the side of a curb.
“Yeah,” was Wolfgang’s only reply.
He looked at him, the wreck of a man curled up and traumatized on the curb, and felt only a desire to comfort him. Gently, he reached out a hand and placed it against Roderich’s cheek.
“Can I pick you up?” His voice was gentle, quiet as he looked over the man he loved with concern and tenderness. “I’ll take you to somewhere safe.”
𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕙 (𝕆𝕡𝕖𝕟)
gebrochener-adler:
Sitting on the curb was a somewhat confusing and perhaps disturbing sight. He was covered in soot, smoking a cigarette in spite of looking very much like he needed no further smoke inhalation. One foot was missing a shoe and the other had a half melted one. In the distance, smoke was rising into the sky and sirens were wailing. It must have pulled half the city’s fire force’s attention. As a hand reached up to pull the cigarette from his mouth, it became clear that he had spent far too long in the fire. They were charred. Several of the fingers on the right were burnt down to the bone but strangely enough he hardly seemed to acknowledge that. No, he simply, kept staring off at the smoke plume.
“Roddi!”
Wolfgang skidded to a stop as soon as he’d gotten Roderich in his sights, breathing hard. His shirt was stuck to him with sweat, and more dripped down his hair and down his face. It was clear he’d been running for a while, frantic, and when he finally came to a halt he almost keeled over. For someone as built and fit as Wolfgang, the fact that he was winded was no small feat.
“There you are.”
After gasping more air into his lungs, he jogged over to where the other man sat on the curb, and knelt down in front of him.
“You’re okay. Thank goodness.”
gebrochener-adler:
[God this was, so very painful. Whatever he ended up doing tomorrow, he, he would seek this out again. As long as he was not too upset with him- Somehow he got the feeling that would be nigh impossible and he doesn’t know what to do about it] [One of his hands reaches up and he shakily clutches at Wolfgang’s arm before, turning and burying his face against his shoulder. There is a soft, sniffle. Normally he might be mortified but he just, needs a moment] I love you- [It is very, very quiet, half muffled, but it is there. He is still, hiding his face though, he wouldn’t be able to do this otherwise.]
[There’s no way Wolfie wouldn’t hear it. Even if he didn’t audibly register those words, something in his chest just knows, and the warmth spreads out from there and takes over his entire body. He’s blushing, but hopefully it’s hard to tell in this light.]
[Gently, he nudges Roderich out from his hiding spot, just so he can take his chin with his other hand and bring their lips together. Soft, warm. Like this, he can feel Roderich’s pulse in his neck, and wonders if the other man can feel the same. If so, he must know that his heart is beating so fast.]
You too.
[He murmurs the words against his lips.]
I... love you too.
gebrochener-adler:
[That causes a pang in his chest and he is, tempted to simply, ask, to go somewhere with him and not have to look at his hallways anymore or the mirror. Just to, not, think anymore.] That’s fine. [He says it rather quietly, giving him a small side glance][It was, more than fine, just for the moment] [He shifts a little closer himself while staring out ahead at nothing in particular]
[Wolfie doesn’t need to be told twice, in an instant he has his arm thrown around Roderich’s waist and is cuddled up against his side. Comparatively, Roderich is so small and slight and it makes Wolfgang’s heart ache. If only he were better at being a nation, and could actually take all his problems away, Atlas with his dome.]
I’m here.
[It’s all he says for a moment as he pulls Roderich in tighter.]
I’m right here, if you need me.
gebrochener-adler:
[Oh] [He, hadn’t been expecting him, and certainly, not so joyfully] [He is abruptly hyper aware of the lighter and he, hastily hides it away in a pocket. He was not ready for the amount of guilt that hit him with] Ah- well, it is certainly more that I could have done. [He, rubs his hands together a bit uncertainly, before, trying a bit of a small smile] So, good job?
Thanks!
[He might be playing up the peppiness a bit too much, but he does feel something is Up, but he lacks the frame of reference to know what that could be. So instead, he shuffles next to Roderich a little awkwardly, like a teenager trying to get closer to his date.]
Can I... put my arm around you? Is that okay?
gebrochener-adler:
[He’s sitting quite curiously, on the roof of his home with his legs merely sort of dangling over the side and he’s tossing his lighter from hand to hand absently] There isn’t much a point in avoiding ‘risky’ things is there with how we are. [Is he talking to himself? Maybe]
Roddi!
[As ever, Wolfgang is cheery as he sees the other man, and while it’s unusual to see Roderich up on the roof, he doesn’t let any concern sink into his voice. Instead he finds a leg up, and with the sheer force of his upper arm strength, he hauls himself up onto the roof next to him.]
How did I do?
[He’s beaming.]
gebrochener-adler:
The way Roderich just rolled him back, soft and sensual, gave him a very different idea of how things were going to progress, but the moment he bit down, all misconceptions were banished from his mind.
Wolfgang let out a sharp cry, surprised and aroused all at once, and he dug his fingers tight into Roderich’s shoulders to anchor himself so he didn’t end things all too quickly. Eager indeed. It wasn’t as if Roderich’s hand was doing much, but it had been too long since he’d felt another touch there that it almost overloaded his mind just for that. He was hard, of course, painfully so that he couldn’t help but lift his hips a little to greet the Austrian’s fingers in tiny thrusts.
“Ah, Roderich,” he gasped, throwing his head back. “How are you so hot?”
Never mind that this was just the start, barely more than schoolboy teasing, Wolfgang was already so overwhelmed.
“Do it again,” he said, panting hard. “Bite me.”
gebrochener-adler:
It should not be quite so comforting to hand over the reigns to someone else, and yet Wolfgang found himself nodded awkwardly nodding and setting back to allow Roderich to do as he pleased.
“I have an instinct!” he assured him. As the Austrian had hoped, the scar escaped comment. “I’m just not sure how... to make it good.”
His hand reached out, seeking bare skin to touch, but after Roderich had been so skittish earlier, he didn’t want to make contact just yet. Foolish, after everything, but still Wolfgang held back.
“I’m... you can do anything you want with me. Anything.”
<x>
Where’s a Prussia so that he can awkwardly dab in their general direction?
A Consequence of Loneliness (Closed AU)
gebrochener-adler:
“Indeed. One with, any amount of funds often finds they are followed about by people who have no real interest in anything similar and fake such things.” Roderich mused, feeling a small sense of hopefulness then. It seemed the other might actually be the sort of person he was looking for. All that was left then was to figure out how to proceed. Standing from his chair and glancing to and fro about the room, his eyes settled on a pamphlet for a cafe. “Perhaps it would be best if we had a meeting of sorts to see how things fare? I can certainly remunerate you for your time as well. There is a cafe on third street that might do for a casual affair.” He offered, almost hesitantly.
“Oh, yes, a cafe!”
Wolfgang swallowed hard, feeling suddenly flustered at the idea of actually meeting the man. Of course, he had answered the ad specifically to meet him eventually, but it seemed just so strange to make it real in his head like that. He absently rubbed the fabric of his shirt across his chest.
“I can definitely do that. Um, what day would work best for you? I have a block of time free on Thursday around noon, or would you need something later in the day?”
So flustered he was actually babbling now. He bit down on his lower lip, forcing himself to relax.
“Or if you needed another day, that would be fine as well. I am in university, my schedule is sporadic.”
A Consequence of Loneliness (Closed AU)
gebrochener-adler:
The corner of Roderich’s mouth quirked up at that. There was something amusing about the assurance and yet almost encouraging. A brash person or one looking out simply to scam him likely would have worded it differently. “Indeed? Well one can only hope. Either way, I suppose I am most curious about your taste in music. I go to a great many operas and ballets and would need someone willing to sit through such performances every now and then without too much strain upon themselves. I would like to be able to have a bit of conversation over such things.” He said before giving a small pause. “If that sounds alright with you?”
“Ballet, really?”
There was a bubble of excitement within him at the thought. Wolfgang’s family was not unkind to him, but they had very traditional ideas of what a man should do to be masculine, and watching people dance to classical music was not one of them. As such, he’d nursed a fascination with the artform, but hadn’t been able to view it much himself.
“I wouldn’t consider it a strain at all,” he said honestly. “I’m a student. I’m used to long nights. If you wouldn’t mind educating me about the specifics when we go, that would be great. I’m not very familiar with how theater and dance work, but I’m definitely willing to learn. Is that okay?”
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