WIP Wednesday Ferdibert, in which I give you a half baked drafted because I realised I've already posted an excerpt of the fake dating chapter that would be getting WIPed this week
Ferdinand went to top up their tea and nothing came out, he lifted the lid, frowning into the pot. “I suppose it goes much faster when we share.” “My apologies for drinking the tea as you demanded,” Hubert teased, hoping against hope that the half smile he gave did not somehow spell out his wicked thoughts. Ferdinand chuckled, leaning back in his seat and stretching. “I suppose it is high time you got some rest, regardless.” The dread seeped back into Hubert’s veins, thick and viscous. “Quite,” he said as he swallowed done the bile climbing his throat. Ferdinand stood first, began stacking the tea set so he could take it to wash up. Hubert watched the delicacy with which he handled the crockery, wondered what it would be like to have those gloved fingers in his hair, against his lips, under his shirt. Heart pounding in his head, knocking lose more of his faculties by the moment, Hubert stood. “Thank you, for the tea,” he said, adjusting his cuffs and hoping his breathing would steady. When had the air become so dense, so hard to choke down. Ferdinand turned a dazzling smile on him, candle light glinting off amber eyes. “Of course, I hope it helps you rest.” And Hubert found himself transfixed for a moment, suffocating in the two thick air, the beat of a war drum drowning out his thoughts, his limbs too heavy to leave. He stared at Ferdinand’s lips. They formed his name. “Hubert?” Just once. In case they both died. So he would know what it was like. Why not? What was the harm? If Ferdinand hated him for it what did it matter? They might not even see each other again. Just once. Hubert caught Ferdinand around the back of the neck, dragging him in to a searing kiss. Finally, finally, allowing his lungs to start working again as the weight was lifted from them. His thoughts settled a moment, and while his heartbeat did not slow, it was not all he could hear any more. The sound of shattering porcelain echoed between them.










