@yuribrd said: “help me, someone! i’m dying from neglect up here.”
howl’s moving castle prompts / accepting
“Yes, my handsome prince, I am aware.” He has to turn, chin topping his collar, so that he can look up the spiral staircase to where Yuri drapes so dramatically against the balcony, dying of neglect. Ferdinand fixes his mouth into a crooked curve winding all the way up to his cheeks, and his hand stills where it grips his favorite quill pen, missive only half-scrawled. He confesses, silently, how amusing it is when Yuri bemoans himself like this, and how heartwarming the plea for affection, beneath it all.
Ferdinand leans back in his elegantly carved chair, one arm strained over the back of it, natural redwood creaking beneath him that echoes in the quiet night of his study. His eyes slim to a challenging thin, for this is a game he likes to play. “Certainly you might survive a few moments longer, if pressed … ? You are so strong and resilient, my love—and I would like to finish this letter, if I may.”
❝ Must I be pressed? ❞ His descent is as swift as one so thoroughly wounded could manage, complete with wide eyes and the melodramatic swoop of the silken robe he’s donned. Not missing a beat, Yuri perches himself half-sitting half-leaning against the desk, his sigh melancholic. ❝ —By you? By my duke, who names me love, and a prince most handsome, yet places my life below a letter? ❞ The glance he fixes that letter is pure disdain, though he makes no attempt to read the thing. ❝ Must I be strong and resilient in this place? ❞
With that, he steals Ferdinand’s free hand away in his ( although he very much would have liked to steal the pen in his other hand to do away with, Yuri restrains himself to less malicious distraction ), to trace the rise and fall of his knuckles. ❝ Perhaps I don’t want to be those things right now... ❞
❝ I might like to be something else. Something... better. ❞
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