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Hesitant Touch , Forehead to Forehead , Kiss on the Mouth. ( *winks* gimme spaus bby )

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Forehead to Forehead: I’m here / understandHesitant Touch: You’ve hurt me / I still care for you. Kiss on Mouth: I love you / I’ve missed you.

@aristocraxtic || bittersweet fluff?? spaus? sign me the fuck up

hushed words are heavily cloaked and concealed by the burgundy drapery enclosing them, the prattle of the ballroom a few doors down muffled above their voices. antonio holds him close; closer than he ever had before. despite their recent consequences marking the breakup of their joint imperial rule, a beaming smile recounts a thousand tales which are now mere words on a parchment, giving no evidence to such a tragedy’s existence.

even then, his eyes cannot deceive him in this dim corner. he senses hesitance. much more than he’d ever known. something strikes his core— HE CREATED THIS. he understands it well, understands how much pain and suffering he just might have brought down on roderich these past years. as the monarchy cripples, the people divided, his grief and temper has made a fairly decent mark on the remainder of their once enlivening relationship. the weight of the world sits on them completely different now, and such has forced the unspeakable from their lips. no matter, he still sticks to his standing all the same; politically, they needed this separation to keep the fluidity of their states. personally, however, he has lost his most loyal and dear and for that he is ridden with remorse.

but who was to say he couldn’t have ONE last moment ? a bittersweet ending to this chapter, in which the clocks reversed and they revisited their old nature: foolish, naive, affection in every gesture. a hand rests at the back of his neck, foreheads gently pressed against the other, roderich kisses him and he dares not object. rather, he relishes completely in what will no longer be his come the tempestuous years ahead.

a break is made, and he erupts into a near inaudible chuckle, well accompanied by delighted eyes and a soft smile akin to june’s summery glow. loyal ally, best friend — beloved — this would shrivel away with the sands of time. however, now such a possibility had moved past his reality.

#aristocraxtic #█ ▌ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴛs. | ᶤᶜ #█ ▌ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ﹠ ᴘᴀʀᴄᴇʟs. | ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ #// bittersweet fluff is mY BEST #adding spaus to the equation and i just #faint //

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“ssh!” the young archduchess ceases her tugging, loosening her hold on the cuff of his suit. she resists the urge to burst into giggles & presses a single finger against rosy lips, pulls him behind an ivoried column, “if i can go about without so much as a tap against the marble in my shoes, you’ll have to do the same.” antoine peeks past him, keeping an eye out for guards & the empress alike, “they’ll catch us if we aren’t careful, roderich ... and you know mother doesn’t much like me leaving my apartments,” and you know she doesn’t much like seeing me with you. though that went without saying lately.

#♕ ╎█ v. i was maria then .#aristocraxtic #{ ;;s m ols }

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“Did mother send you?” All at once pageantry and etiquette fail her, rendered useless by the very idea of Maria Theresa & whatever orders he’s come to visit on. “Whatever she’s told you -- I’ve-- ... I’ve done everything in my power, Roderich. I’m aware-- I’m certainly aware that much depends on my marriage, but I can’t very well force the alliance to function if he won’t cooperate.”

#aristocraxtic #♕ ╎█ v. queen consort .#{ ;;she's literally the equivalent of [sweats nervously] rn om g}#{ ;;i hope this is alright!! if not let me know!! }

❧ ( shrug )

Send a url with a symbol and my muse must kiss them on that spot!

❧ - neck

She had been aiming for his cheek initially. After all, they weren’t exactly the closest of pairs. Yet she had miscalculated due to either the wine or the fact that she was standing and he was sitting, and somehow ended up with her lips against his neck. There they lingered for a moment before she straightened herself and stood up straight. Her voice came out as barely a murmur when she spoke.

“Sorry, that was my fault.”

#ic #meme answer #v; it's a (wo)mans world #aristocraxtic