#; barsad

[mercenaryinshadow]

[mercenaryinshadow]

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse (!!!!)

“Lie back.” Gavriil murmurs, bringing his stool closer to the large metal bath. The stone baths with the hot springs are convenient but there are times where he doesn’t want to leave his rooms. Tonight, with Barsad being the first in a long time. There is a tenderness, a privacy that is needed.

“You know I will always be devoted to you.” He pours the pitcher of water carefully over Barsad’s dark hair, saturating it completely. “Even if I’ve developed an interest in the Dowager Queen.” He uses one of the fair smelling liquids to coat his hands, bringing them to massage over his lover’s scalp, kissing his damp shoulder, licking water droplets from his neck.

“You will always be my soul.” Gavriil works the soap into Barsad’s hair until thick, white bubbles appear, and he combs with his fingers through so his hair will dry without tangles. “Close your eyes, my Dragon.” He whispers, taking the pitcher and dousing Barsad once more, careful not to rinse the soap down Barsad’s face.

When the water runs clear he takes a cloth and dries Barsad’s hair, whispering sweet words and giving soft kisses.

[mercenaryinshadow]

♜: Shoulder rubs

Hissing, Gabriel tries to relax into Barsad’s hands, but he can only swear and just barely hold himself in place while Barsad works the muscles in his shoulders and neck. He’d taken a bad fall in training, landing on his upper back in the sand pit and flipping over himself, ending in a heap. Disoriented he laid still, taking stock of himself, of his body before moving, everything seemed more or less together, but now, a day and a half later he could barely move, let alone move his head, raise his arms or breathe easily.

“Use more of the oil.” He grinds out, “Please.”

[mercenaryinshadow]

Mistletoe kiss

[ AOTL ]

Gabriel giggles as Barsad corners him in the doorway of their small kitchen, he’d put the mistletoe up as a joke earlier in the day while he’d been putting their small collection of decorations out. Lights strung over the fireplace mantle, a tiny wreath on the front door, and they’d gone the whole evening with nothing coming from the mistletoe.

“Bas,” He laughs, bringing his hands to cup his boyfriend’s face. “You’re ridiculous.” But he accepts the kiss, returning it with gusto. “But you’re mine.”

[mercenaryinshadow]

[ : ND ] "We should have the jewelers make you a new crown. Your fathers does not fit as well it should."

“Recast it.” There was a poor growing season and they’ve already started rationing grain in case of a long winter. “We did not export enough goods to justify something so extravagant.” Gavriil rarely wears it in any case, it seems wasteful to use up gold to give him a new crown when during the long winter they could use it to import grain from the south.

“If my mother’s sapphire is still in the treasury’s possession, I would like it cut into three and inlaid. The old Gods, the new God, and myself, steward of both.” It’s a rare request from him, something so specific relating to his new position as king.

[mercenaryinshadow]