#augustus interactions

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@1910560

to say the crown prince had been perplexed would be an understatement. this little...dance with the hungarian guard was already confusing. ilja would seem to draw close, not close like they had been, like augustus had begun to think they were, but almost. almost. a moment of fleeting hope that, if nothing else, things between them might make sense again. and then, just as quickly, nothing. it felt like even the most mundane of conversations between them was becoming impossible. it...stung. they'd never cared this much before. never been allowed to even entertain the thought of it. and now it seemed this was all most of their thoughts were, ilja, and the way his lips had felt on theirs, the way both of them would trip, neither one fluent in the other's language but persisting nonetheless, the way he'd watch the guard's handwriting steady as short notes became more frequent. it felt like ilja existed only in their mind now, and they were being driven mad with this...this...

so when ilja had approached them they'd tried to keep their expression relaxed, even if for a moment the purpose with which he'd walked, had sought them out even as they spoke to someone else, well. it had been so unlike him. in those brief seconds the perhaps had reared up. and then he'd vaguely explained his reason for approaching. straying interest? they'd had no idea what he meant by that. oh, sure, they'd heard the stupid little rumor, but. surely ilja knew they didn't..? nevertheless, they'd excused themself and gone off with him, seeking some semblance of privacy. "ilja, what is this about?" there was no point to be subtle. they had no way of knowing how long they would have. "if you've been informed of some interest of mine, i would most certainly like to hear of it. it would be a surprise to both of us, or myself at the very least."

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closed // auggie & will // @gxst

drag him here if you must. that had been their exact words. they hadn't been entirely sure what to make of william, not really sure what to think of any of the scottish brood, quite honestly. not very sociable, were they? and though they'd held their tongue around their parents, they'd kept it no real secret this betrothal sat uneasily with them, and only worsened as kitty lamented how impossible he was to deal with. they're quite aware that, as far as betrothals go, theirs to eawyn had been lucky, and it made sense kitty might hope for something similar. and the more she complained, and the more they, ah, perhaps got a bit nosey about the situation, the more...familiar this felt.

but, sure enough, the prince seemed to have all but locked himself in his chambers for the last month, and augustus was past the point of waiting on him. they needed to speak to him, sooner rather than later, as if they were correct --which by now they were almost certain they were-- they were a much better voice to hear on this matter than kitty was. and so they'd...less than politely requested he be brought to them. whether he walked in of his own accord or was marched in like the child he was acting like, it made little difference to them.

when he finally does appear, of his own volition or because he's been told he has no choice they don't know and quite frankly they don't care, they don't get up to greet him. call it rude. call it acting in kind. "william." they do nod to him, though, motioning for him to sit. "i believe it's well past time the two of us have spoken. i will be the first concede my sister is not the most sympathetic ear. she understands these things are complicated, but the extent these can complicate for...us, is something beyond her."