#solarispare

[lunareheir]

@solarispare / vaguely plotted starter

Finding Dane had been nearly impossible, and he had to be so fucking stubborn - or hurt, by how the night had ended - and refused to listen. And Finn had had no choice but to chase him, to tackle him, and then that had, somehow, been the signal the Lords of his father's court had been seeking, drawing hidden swords to take hold of the Solari and even his own father. The noblemen had started to speak, and Finn continued to think how he had never agreed to this, did not want this. Did he want the Lunare to have surrendered all they had? Of course not. But these high lords had not fought, had not broken even a single sweat during the war. They had sent their men to Finn, to train, and fight, and many to die. Finn had been there.

That is when he steps back from Dane, and Dane doesn't take the blade he drops (his own pilfered knife) but rather gives him the chance to speak. And there is much to say. The High Lords flee once he gives them the chance, but he will hunt them down. His soldiers will join him. But this is his chance, an opportunity to take. He stutters for a minute, when his father reaches him, to shake his hand, he thinks. "There's more. Those lords were wrong, in this coup, but they were keenly aware of what the Lunare were losing in this treaty. There are...aspects of it that we need to re-draw." His father stares at him with an expression he cannot grasp - is it anger? It cannot be disappointment, for he had become all too familiar with that gaze in their journey here, when he had been practically singularly blamed by the Lunare King for their losing the war. Perhaps, this is where they win some of the land back. Though that is not his gain.

The Solari nobles are still reeling, clearly wishing for a drink, as Dane's father has already claimed to want. The disloyal of the Lunare are long since fled. "Give me one day to organize my men against those who tried to bring bloodshed here, and then we ---" His eyes look between his father's eyes and the eyes of the Solari King, who seems to be listening to him with rapt attention. After all: Finn had just saved his life. And Finn is the heir to his father's throne, should have been involved in these treaty discussions from the start, if he is being honest "---Can discuss proper peace terms." Not that Finn wouldn't immediately join his men, but he wanted to ensure the treaty was signed, sealed, ironclad. Dane, he finds, is still looking at him as well, the blade forgotten on the ground, the one Dane had lunged at him with, the one Finn had held to his throat. His own fills with bile at the memory, from merely moments before. He swallows it down, before continuing.

"One day. The Lunare soldiers will not let an attempted assassination on their own King go unpunished, not when I give the command. And then we can discuss actual peace terms." Because this had been tentative at best, with himself on edge from being offered as a spoil of war to the Solari King's niece, to Dane's outburst at the announcement of the engagement, to what had happened here. His father agrees, and it seems the Solari King is amenable enough, perhaps grateful to be alive, that Finn had not wanted power more than his death. Even after all the Lunare men who had died in the war. He has ideas, of what peace is to him. And it hardly involves marrying a Solari woman. The idea of uniting their houses though - he looks at Dane once more, nodding his head once, before he does what he knows Dane will likely not expect, and take back to the skies, because he is sincere in getting his men to hunt down the leaders of the coup. He just hopes Dane will follow him, because he has much more to say, to say specifically to Dane Solari.

[lunareheir]

∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . {Dane, snooping?? of course he is. Feel free to apply smut or angst as you like}

MEMES / @solarispare

Since their first…encounter by that pond, there have been very few instances were duty has called him away from Dane entirely. This summer is meant to be showing the Solari Prince how to take his position seriously, but Finn still thinks it's a little ludicrous. Even if Dane only makes it a joke, they both know Dane might be a Solari prince, but there is no expectation that he will be heir of his court, not unless some terrible tragedies befall his entire family. He's a fourth son. His brothers all have wives. And once they had started fooling around, and spending nights together, and days together in earnest, he has gone few hours without seeing the Solari prince.

This day, he has had some official meetings with his father, some that Dane could not accompany him to. He returns to his chambers, shoulders tense and heavy, more responsibilities placed upon them in the past three hours that he is sure he will handle well, but it will take some adjusting. The mental weight feels physical, but it's only he's constantly adjusted to his entire life. Finn has grown used to it.

However, opening his door, and finding Dane snooping in his desk drawers is certainly something different. He leans against the doorframe, resisting a laugh. "Find anything interesting?" There was nothing there but official documents, several of which he had avoided for weeks. He should spend some time going over those scrolls soon enough, maybe later tonight. Now? The mid-afternoon sun was shining into the room. "Because I doubt it."

[lunareheir]

Dane reminds Finn to eat (because someone gets too hyper focused on reading trade agreements or some such boring nonsense)

MEMES / @solarispare

It's nearly midday, and while Dane had left his room before dawn, as per usual (there was no use in getting caught), he had been by twice since, though there was hardly any agenda for this day. Most of the days of this summer, he had been with Dane nearly from dusk til dawn, past that one day at least. Finn had...too much paperwork to sort through, too many ledgers on land, and the untouched pile he waned to avoid looking at, particularly when Dane might see. Those documents laid buried under the rest, though they might as well be on fire for how clearly Finn could see them, and he knew he needed to do something about that soon enough.

The voice is what catches him off guard, whispering in his ear, the same flirtatious tone he uses when it's just the two of them wrapped up in the shadows cast by the moonlight, though there's a touch of concern there too. 'You need to eat.' A suggestion, or almost a command, in that quiet near purr of a voice that only Dane can manage. It draws him from his melancholy of the untouched papers, and the hands on his shoulders, though Finn doubts Dane is concentrating too closely on the trade routes between their courts, the document he had been poring over for the better part of an hour. "Hmm?" The thought hadn't crossed his mind, was too singularly focused, but now? He was hungry. Ravenous, in truth. "I know. I was just focused."