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[SPOIL OF WAR AU]

SPOIL OF WAR AU
after all we all are prisoners. of our memories, our desires, our limitations, our disappointments… in the end we are terribly tragic creatures.
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[personal profile] apologetics 2024-05-19 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
You have high fantasies for what I look like - an impressive imagination. I've left a vial of oil by your bath side. Next you wash your hair, put this in after. I should like to see your waves celebrated and cared for.

[ the vial is wrapped in something - a kerchief - a custom of the land to show tentative interest. the fabric smells of cinnamon and spice and is well worn. the pattern on it? the colors of a different country. ]

Be kind to her. I beg of you. Care for her in as much as you can. She is a good woman, a dear companion of mine. Only then will I consider lending my heart to anyone.

I'll share in due time, of course. But you're right - writing can be dangerous, even if I must tell you my office is nearly more sacred than the King's throne. Only you and I have they key to this.

I think it might be better to show you what I wrote, instead, at our lunch.
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[personal profile] apologetics 2024-05-28 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
No need to repay the favor. I just want to be sure you're taken care of here. You're comfortable. My way of keeping some piece of you close to my heart as well.

[ and there's no telling the amount of times he ran his fingers over the indents of hawk's writing, imagining his fingers on his. ]

Our own private haven, yes.

It might not be wise, but I haven't been able to speak so freely with anyone like this before. That is a gift in and of itself. I thank you for it.

So I will apologize you can't sleep - I wish we could write one another like this when we are unable to sleep. I would listen to your restless dreamings if it would help soothe you.
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[personal profile] apologetics 2024-06-03 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm glad to hear you're comfortable here in such a short time.

[ ah. did he inadvertently call hawk his gift? well, then. reading back, he certainly did. his face burns, and he's glad hawk can't see it, but there's an indent and a splotch of ink where he stutter stopped to look back. ]

The gardens are welcome always, and often overlooked at night as the guards' eyes are turned more toward the walls than the grounds. I've read there, under the moonlight before.

We could find time then. For lessons, studies, reading. Any manner of things can still be done by moonlight and candlelight, especially if responsibilities burns up our daylight.
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[personal profile] apologetics 2024-06-04 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
We've not known each other long - you might reserve your judgement until you know that person better, mind you.

But I often go out and read at night when I cannot sleep. Something about the chill as the sun fully sets and it turns to night. Clears my busy mind. The gardens are an easy place to get lost in under the moonlight.

So etiquette lessons might be overdue. I wonder, my lord, if you know where to put your hands should anyone ask you to dance? Or how to hold a maid's hand when guiding them over the steps to the garden, or over the threshold of her rooms.

There are many customs you've yet to learn.
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[personal profile] apologetics 2024-06-23 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose we will have to sit in the moonlight one day and you will see for yourself. I cannot share all my secrets, Hawk. But the proprieties of court aren't necessary when no one is nearby enough to see.

All the same - hold me to my word. Someday, of course. I will meet you in the gardens tomorrow afternoon.



[ sometimes, when tim works late, he flips through the book of their letters, touching the indents of hawk's words and imagining what those fingertips might feel against his skin. it's forbidden, really, that he allows himself to wonder this at night when he's laying awake. it's foolish to want to wander with his hair streaming loose and robes left behind to see if he might find him.

but he does none of this. instead, he arranges for their lessons in the gardens, and after meeting hawkins at the fountain and guiding him deep into the grounds where few go. it's in a circle of tall, beautifully colored flora that he's set up a spot for them - a blanket and some food, books and papers spread out. everything in full bloom, they're practically invisible from any foot path. ]


This is just one of many spots you may find some privacy, when you are busy and asked after often as King. I feel it's important for even a monarch to have places they may go to rest.

[ tim is sitting with his legs tucked to one side, a book in his lap on etiquette. he's worn lighter robes today with the weather, his hair scooped up into a messy chignon of wavy, loopy curls, getting it up off his neck while they sit in the shade of flowers. ]

You must keep this secret for me - I steal away here myself sometimes when I need to.
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[personal profile] apologetics 2024-08-21 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ hawk is stunning in the bright light of late afternoon, the sun warming his skin, making his eyes sparkle in a way he never sees inside. being outdoors suits him, he realizes, all strong muscles and sturdy build. he settles beside him and tim finds himself already startled by how comfortably the man leans into his space, heat rising up into the high points of his cheeks.

a background of flowers, greenery, bright sun and blue sky makes him look like something out of a painting. part of him wants to tell the court painter to paint him here among nature, sun warm and soft, like the heavens themselves smiling down on him. hawkins fuller will be a good, kind leader. a king that tim can only hope to serve. ]


As future King, all of this in the garden will be yours, so you may do with it as you see fit you know.

[ he smiles, the motion dimpling his cheeks a little, scrunching up his nose behind his spectacles. but there's no denying the way hawk's eyes track to his lips, the way he slides in closer. their letters have ignited something in him. he's had trysts with men before, hidden little things of passion but no affection. necessity, less true desire. but when he looks at hawkins fuller, he feels burning in his gut.

want.

he fidgets with the book in his lap, fingers flipping the corner of one page idly, thumb running over the smooth paper. ]


I'd like that, though. This place being - well, ours. Hawkins Fuller and Timothy Laughlin. We were blessed to have names that tie up the tongue. [ he huffs a little, a laugh, briefly tipping his head up, eyes fluttering closed to admire the sun. ]

It will be very difficult to focus on studies, which is what we should be doing. But it is lovely outside, and I'll admit perhaps when I shouldn't that the company may be lovelier.