#greymount

[biggestnda]

HE HASN'T SLEPT IN DAYS. worst yet, he won't be able to anytime soon. getting to the mansion his husband lived in was NO EASY FEAT, considering the fact the jedi were being hunted at every turn. he took part in the clone wars, played a somewhat large role ( though not nearly as large as some of his dead comrades ) in them and therefore couldn't move as easily as some. getting off world, saving up for perhaps the shittiest cruiser in the galaxy, and flying here took longer than he'd hoped. he couldn't get any message to @greymount. doing so risked his own life, the life of his husband, and anyone involved in transmitting it. DID HENRY THINK HE WAS DEAD? his stomach churned at the thought.

crawling up the side of the palace - sized structure reminds him of his padawan days, sneaking in to see the prince who'd caught his eye, SEEKING OUT THE PLEASURES THE JEDI WERE SO PUBLICLY DENIED — though, it typically wasn't storming whenever he chose to sneak in. it was a surprise his master never caught him, and he was even more surprised no one caught him on his way in tonight. alex's heart nearly explodes when he sees henry's form in his bed, and while one might be fooled into thinking he's fast asleep, alex knows his husband well. “ henry. baby. ” he whispers, swiftly walking to his bedside and kneeling. he wants to say so much, and yet he doesn’t know what to say all at the same time. they haven’t spoken in almost a year. “ I'M HERE. i'm so sorry for taking so long. ”

[biggestnda]

@greymount : cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

christmas in austin went even better than anticipated. it turns out alex’s family likes henry more than they like him — and he doesn’t even blame them. henry is pretty damn likable. he fit in with all of them, his sister and best friend adored him, and all of it made him pretty damn happy.

they got to sneak out, run down to the lake and finally get some alone time. the wind blows off the lake, offering a nice, cool breeze that alex enjoys. he thinks henry might not feel the same, considering the goosebumps that rise on his arms. he might as well be chattering his teeth. “ here. ” he says softly, shrugging off the flannel he wears and draping it around his boyfriend’s shoulders. the wind is cold and biting, but he doesn’t care. THEY’LL JUST HAVE TO SNUGGLE FOR WARMTH, or something. he rests his head on henry’s shoulder, arm wrapping around his and taking his hand. it’s chilly, and yet HE’S NEVER BEEN SO COMFORTABLE.

“ you know, i was thinking earlier today. ” he braces himself for a retort, and then continues, eyes still focused on the gently rippling lake. “ that first time we ever studied together, and i was walking you home, and we talked about our parents meeting at college. you were convinced i was on my way to meeting some girl that i’d end up marrying and when you said that i remember thinking that there was no way that would happen to me. i thought it was because i was just so focused on keeping my scholarship, but . . . ” he sighs, and turns his head, chin resting on henry’s shoulder. IT ALL FELT SO LONG AGO. in the grand scheme of things, it really wasn’t. “ i don’t know. it’s hard for me to think about all that and not think of you. i don’t think there could be anyone else for me except for you. ” he clears his throat, and looks back at the water. “ god, i’m talking too much. i should shut up now. ”

[biggestnda]

@greymount : see, you're a bad influence.

“ bad influence or BEST BOYFRIEND EVER? ” alex used to wonder if henry ever skipped before that couple of weeks of ghosting, but now he’s certain he never has. it’s cute, he thinks, squeezing his hand as he looks at him from across their table. he’d wanted to try this place for ages — except it was only open during class. he’s glad henry came with. “ are you telling me shakespeare is better than BOTTOMLESS FRENCH TOAST? trust me, we’re not missing out on anything. i’ve learned more about shakespeare than i ever have before from you than the dude who spent more money than you and i have combined to be an expert in it, or whatever. ” he kisses henry’s fingers before resting their hands back on the table. “ here’s an idea — i’ll read hamlet to you until the cows come home to make it up to you. sound fair? ”

[biggestnda]

@greymount : oh, right. sorry, i'm just a little nervous.

“ sweetheart, it's okay. take my hand. ” he doesn't blame henry, not in the slightest. this whole thing has been kind of insane, involving him sneaking out and escaping gwaren in the middle of the night, riding horseback for days straight with the HOPE that henry would be at skyhold or that the inquisition and their party would return with him briefly after his arrival. thankfully, henry arrived shortly after he did, looking rough after his daring escape, but alive. he'd never felt his heart sing like it did when he saw henry again. the owner of his heart. THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE. “ they can't find us here. we're safe. ” he pulls henry's hand to his lips, gently kissing his knuckles. “ and that room you were taken to? all ours. the inquisitor told me it was a gift for our dedication to the cause. or something like that. ” he's happy to show henry around the place — the little that alex knew of it anyways. in terms of time, he'd only been here for about an hour or two longer than henry. it didn't matter though.

“ i love you. we'll be safe here, i promise. your family and mine won't know we're here, unless you and i decide together. ” he's taken henry to the flower gardens, a place he's certain was hand built for the two of them. “ it seems like you've been sleeping okay. better than before. ” and the color has returned to henry's cheeks, and the life to his eyes. maker, he loves him. “ did i show you the library yet? i've gotta. you'd love it. ”

[aldovah]

@greymount : i've got my eyes on you.

“ good. when’s the next time you’ll see someone so dashing making potions out in the open like this? ” except the potion was poison, one he needed for his next assignment. some baker. he didn’t know much, just that he’d been paid a handsome price for it. after one more stir, he leaves the spoon in the cauldron he uses, arms crossed over his chest with a smirk. “ has his royal highness never seen an alchemist before? because i’m a terrible one. unfortunately looks don’t translate to skill in this field. ” he pauses, looking to make sure his batch hadn’t bubbled over or turned a nasty shade of green. “ let me guess — you came because you want a redo of that spar? i’ll have to think about it. i’m a busy man, you know. ”

[forgaeven1]

❛ we haven't got any fancy lady like you back in berk — ❜ her tongue twists slightly in this foreign new language, though it deters ruffnut none. shame do not easily come to the doorsteps of her family's house - it is not what they are known for, the ancestors of magmar. and she will do no disservice of her great-great-great grandsire, and all the blood before her, to be meek now, or scurrying away at things as simple as foreign languages.

it is why hiccup has sent her here, after all. her and her brother may not be the best of diplomats, but they're quick to learn, quicker to slither themselves away if need be.

the power he gives makes her delirious. ruffnut tries not to let hiccup know, though.

❛ looks like ye' could use a flight 'pon me's dragonback, m'lady. ❜

@greymount — ruffnut starter call