#anguise

[eli-little-workshop]

First batch of drawings for Valentine’s day !!

[layer-bloody-sun]

“You’re cold. Come here.” with Anguise, please? 🥺😄😄

Standing at the end of the secret corridor, Henry’s heartbeat was out of control, his guts twisting in a mix of fear and remorse. He just had the chance to explain to Marie that she was mistaken, that the love they shared was long gone. Instead he had played along once again. He felt like he betrayed his lover, keeping this little game going; how was he supposed to explain to Alexandre that it was all that was, a game, that his heart only belonged to him and no one else. Right now, drenched in rain, all he wanted was to embrace the warm body of the other man. But did he deserve it?

He closed his eyes with a sign and, after making sure he couldn’t hear anyone in the room, pushed the hidden door. Henry entered from behind one of the expensive tapestries that covered the prince’s room. The passage secret was one they had found when younger, probably a getaway in case of an emergency. They used it to have secret meetings instead. To his surprise, Alex wasn’t sleeping, he was on the bed, legs crossed, wearing a nightgown, staring at the fire gently burning in the fireplace on the other side of the room. He smiled at him, turning it into a small grin when faced with his perplexity.

“I knew you’d come; you always do when we have any kind of fight.’

And he was right, every single time their voices had raised toward the other, he would come back, tail between his legs like a beaten dog begging for his master’s forgiveness. He hated the picture but that was what it was. And let’s say that tonight they had had quite a fight, without even speaking. It was a night of supposed joy and amusement, but because of Marie and the denial she was in, it had ruined it for them. Mistaking the royal for the duke, she had stated she would wait for him after the ball, giving birth to tension between the two men. And despite one telling her the other would not be coming for him, and said other climbing her window to tell her it would never keep on, she was still sure Henry loved her. She was such a pain, but even more was his inability to tell her entirely off. He liked the attention she gave him; it was funny to play with her while having a secure love on the side. But he knew it wasn’t to his lover’s taste and it sometimes frightened him, because it could break them apart. And that was the last thing he wanted. Anjou stood up and walked toward him, frowning at his state while letting his finger slide amongst his wet auburn hair

“You’re drenched, get those clothes off before you get sick.”

For good measure he also dragged him toward the fire, forcing him to sit on the also very expansive carpet. While henry took off his clothes, with great difficulty as every inch of fabric tried to stick to his skin, his partner went and brought him dry clothes. He soon was wearing a dress shirt that did not belonged to him, and loose pants not fit for nobility; but it was comfy and he couldn’t care less about what he looked like right now. Anjou sat down next to him and gently dried his hair with a towel, or more likely an old shirt usé jusqu’à la corde that had been hanging around his clothes. He let himself be tended to, he loved it. It was a different kind of attention, not the undying thirst that Marie gave him; it was a gentle, caring one, that he felt good enough to relax around. No knife in his back if he let his guard down around him. He gently let his head down, forehead against the prince’s shoulder, eyes closed. Alexander planted a kiss on the top of his head before stopping himself and letting his palm rest against the other’s cheek.

“God you’re so cold… come here.”

He forced him to his feet, tearing him from the sweet and warm embrace of himself and the fire, bringing him to the bed. He pushed him under the heavy covers before getting in by his side. Henry let him do as he please, a small smile on his lips as he watched him hold his hands, rubbing him to warm him up. He didn’t feel that cold, but he knew how Anjou reacted around sickness. His own kingly brother was so sick his days were already counted; seeing his lover in the same state was something he was probably afraid off. When he reached a warmth that was considered sufficient by his self-proclaimed doctor, they blew the candles, letting only the shy light of the dying fire light up the room. As they nuzzled against each other, relaxing in each other’s embrace, De Guise considered telling his lover about what happened with Marie just before he came. Looking at the already half-asleep duke, eyes closed and breath steady, he decided it was nothing that couldn’t wait tomorrow. Plus, she was to be sent off to the countryside in the morning, her and the worries she dragged along would be long gone when they woke up themselves. He let his head fall back onto the pillow, holding a bit tighter on the smaller man. Nothing to worry about. They could delude themselves in thinking they were safe for the night.

[layer-bloody-sun]

@nimusicaltrash here are the boys

[oflunarcy]

☾*✧- ̗̀    s.c   /    @anguise​​     ̖́-

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