#;terence

[phantasiiae]

that night… i remember your touch as if it were yesterday. ( dion / terence )

As said by Fenris || Accepting

"My prince--Dion..."

Terence trails off for a moment, trying to find the words to say. That night, even though it wasn't so long ago, feels eons away. He had wondered if Dion regretted it, if it was a mistake. The last thing he wanted was to lose Dion's friendship. That was more important to him than anything else in the world. So he lets out a long breath and laughs shakily, reaching over to take Dion's hands into his own.

"I was worried you regretted it," he murmurs, absently rubbing his thumb across Dion's knuckles. "I know, it's ridiculous, but I get into my head. You know that. I was overthinking it for days. I just--" He swallows hard, scooting closer to him, feeling almost shy. There's nothing to be shy about now, but still...

"...I know that we have to keep this to ourselves, but I would be honored if you would...like to make this more serious," he says, glancing away slightly. "Only if you would like."

[phantasiiae]

[ HAND ]: noticing the receiver is close to tears, or otherwise struggling with an unseen but considerable burden, sender gently takes their hand and holds it in an attempt to comfort and encourage them. [ @warriorprince for terence if you're feeling it ]

Bad day prompts || Accepting

Some days Terence wishes that he wasn't so obvious with his emotions. He may be Dion's lover, but he is also his right hand, his closest confidant. It is up to him to be strong for him, to be someone to lean on...yet it doesn't always work out like that. Terence has always worn his heart on his sleeve, has always made his needs and thoughts and feelings known. Some days are just harder than others.

Then again, he and Dion don't even need to speak to be able to understand each other. There's been a lot going on at home. His father is elderly and his health hasn't been the greatest. His mother wrote to him, telling him that he may need to come home soon to say his goodbyes. Terence lets out a long breath, folding up the letter and immediately sensing Dion nearby. He blinks a few times, opening his mouth to speak, but words fail him.

"Dion, I--" His voice cracks, and he shakes his head. Dion is soon next to him, taking his hand and looking at him so earnestly that Terence's heart might burst. "..I'll be okay," he murmurs, swallowing hard. "I promise."

[phantasiiae]

” i don’t want you to miss me. it’s tearing me apart. ” ( dion to terence for uh...that moment. u know which one :^) )

Sacred romantic moments || Accepting

"...You're asking the impossible of me, Dion," Terence mutters, his brow furrowing ever so slightly. How could he not? He knows why Dion is asking him to leave...it doesn't have to be said, but it doesn't make it hurt any less. The thought of never seeing him again after this is almost too much to bear. It's like a storm raging within him, wanting to defy him, wanting to beg him to change his mind, wanting to tell him no, no I could never leave--

Though Terence supposes he's always been loyal to a fault, hasn't he?

Taking a deep breath, he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, trying to calm the pounding of his heart in his ears. It feels like his entire world is being torn asunder, but he will push on, as he always has. "I will do as you ask, but only under the condition that we will see each other again." He knows it's an impossible promise to make, but maybe having some small sliver of hope would make things easier. "Promise me. Or else I'm staying."

[audaciiaearchive]

@eikonbound

"My prince, you must be exhausted. I insist that you rest. Do you hear me?"

Terence has a rather stern expression on his face as he kneels down next to Dion, wrapping fresh bandages around his arm. He worries, oh, how he worries. Dion is always pushing himself too hard, too far, and too much. For what, exactly? Terence has never quite understood it, but he'll always be there to catch Dion when he falls, regardless. His fingers linger by his hand, brushing against his palm, and he lets out a soft breath, looking up at him.

"You know how I worry about you," he murmurs, taking hold of his hand and intertwining their fingers together. The curse is spreading. Every time he has to lay his eyes upon Dion's arm, it makes his heart squeeze in his chest. "I'm sure the men will understand if you take a break."