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I'M TAKING BACK THE CROWN. relationship aesthetic for my beloved @apparentheir-moved
@apparentheir continued from x
He’s old now. He thought he was old before, but he feels older now... older still. It’s not an altogether pleasant feeling any more. He leans heavily on his walking stick, frowning at his fall.
When nine hundred years old you reach, look as good you will not.
Well, Master Yoda got another thing right it seemed-- and Luke was still on the young side comparatively speaking. Young for a-- whatever Yoda was. Old for a human.
Old, and alone.
With the threat of galactic peril waning, with Ben seeming steady, happy-- it felt like perhaps he was coming to the true end of his story.
“Let’s-- sit a moment,” He says, carefully lowering himself down to a large stone, bracing himself with his walking stick and hands. “Rest.”
He has something to say.
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"To be FAIR, I pushed him out of the way.” Of course Jack shouldn’t have been so reckless, but it had stopped someone from getting hurt so he couldn’t bring himself to REGRET IT. He had enough shame to finally look up at the other man and offered a sheepish smile. “I think it improves my face, don’t you?”
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This is him? Blue eyes narrow as ginger brows furrow, puckering above his nose, and he leans forward. He’s only just recently been pulled out in to this room by his ‘loving’ father. Brendol still looms with teeth bared in a menacing grin, and Cason stands with a straight back. ‘Well boy?’ The words hiss, and Cason swallows. This is Ben, this is his.. husband, to be? He inhales and exhales, but slowly leans, taking the other prince’s hand, lifting it to press a kiss to the back of it.
Brendol has forced him in to his, if only because this will save their little country from being bombarded by the country of Leia’s. To forge an ALLIANCE between them. Cason’s back still aches from the punishment of asking why this had to happen, why it was him. His answer had been a snarled ‘because boy, you are a bastard from the kitchen maid and you will do something for this country’ in between blows. Cason is only twenty. He’s young, and Ben is younger. He knows this. Still, he focuses on him, tilting his head a little, and he is at least somewhat thankful that Ben is... cute. Even if he doesn’t know him.
The marriage is in a week. He hates this.
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It had taken her a few tries, but she'd finally woven a flower crown she was willing to show off to him. Not that he had much of a chance to look at it before she'd stood on tiptoe to carefully place it on his head, beaming at him as she did so. "I can't get you a real crown, but this looks better," she decided.
Nephew -- @apparentheir
The hooded figure stood before the boy. It had been years since he had revealed himself, allowing the galaxy to believe that he died many years ago. In a sense someone had died all those years ago. Luke Skywalker was gone and in his place, standing tall and true was Darth Fractious, son of Darth Vader.
His once blue, now amber eyes, examined the boy, taking in Ben’s appearance. The boy had Leia’s eyes and Han’s chin, a perfect blending of his twin sister and his brother-in-law. He could feel Ben’s raw strength with the Force, which made him valuable as an apprentice. But above that, they shared blood.
“We meet at last, young Solo.” He addressed the boy finally. “I’ve been anticipating this moment for some time now.”
“mm.. c’mere?” there’s a sigh from soft lips, a tired look in blue eyes. steve reaches with soft hands, drawing his fellow artist close again, burying his face against his hair. there’s an exhaustion to the blond, but he’s more than happy to wind arms around ben, to tuck against him and grumble something incomprehensible against him, something about being tired and it being too early. normally steve is the one up early but today? today he wants to sleep in, wants to spend the day with ben. the fact he’s trying to keep him kidnapped in the bed is proof.
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COFFEE.
COFFEE.
w r i t i n g.
SLEEP.
torturing my characters with awful things.
more coffee.
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