#scripted: phillip

[strongxsurvivors]

continued from here. @isprins

phillip’s smile was lazy and adoring, beyond grateful that he could spend such perfect moments like this with caspian. there was no person better nor perfectly suited for him in this world or the next. goosebumps chased after the other’s fingertips, almost causing the prince to shiver. “now you are the one giving me credit i do not deserve,” he playfully retorted. “perhaps, we can agree that we have both completed each other – and, that is a magic that no one can possess but the joining of two soulmates.” each small touch shared between them felt like fire licking phillip’s skin, yet it did not burn. it invited him in, made him crave hid own destruction if that fire had been one of damage and chaos. instead, it was one of comfort and security. “and, i was made to love you. i have no other purpose. i would think that to be terrifying, but i could not be more happy.”

[strongxsurvivors]

continued from here / @isprins

now, more than ever, phillip wished he could be close to caspian. but, something had changed between them ever since their run-in with maleficent. he could understand a hesitation from caspian – a fear that some like that could happen again. but, phillip would think that the other would seek out comfort rather than isolation. it made phillip feel slightly unwanted – as if caspian’s eyes had been opened and knew he could do better than what phillip could offer him. phillip had failed to protect the both of them after all. still, he needed caspian close and decided to take the other to their secret place rather than to the party where phillip would surely lose sight of caspian. a soft laugh escaped phillip as he shook his head, moving to stand in front of the other. “you know i don’t want to talk about the party, caspian.” he reached up to delicately push back a strand of the prince’s hair. he was too careful. he’d never been afraid of touching caspian before. in fact, he’d been too touchy as they grew up together. “have i failed you?” he asked gently, eyes falling to the space between them. “it’s as if you’re still in that far away place since we came back, and i cannot seem to catch you. do you not wish to marry me? i will not pin you down if it feels as though there is a part of your heart meant for something else.” his mouth felt incredibly dry as his heart heavily beat. he worried about the answer, afraid he would have to exercise that unconditional love allowing those you love to leave when it is better for them.