[ Now that he has certainty within his heart, Will can't say whether he has the patience to endure those years of planned courting. Perhaps it's ultimately for the best then, that he's stepped forward to shatter that barrier with a few words and a kiss. ]
Careful, Strohl. You never know what someone might do after you've revealed that sort of information.
[ But hasn't Will done the same, albeit without uttering a single word? His facial expression surely says as much with lips parted and a pink flush dusting his cheeks. It's his turn to breathe out a small laugh again at the sound of Strohl's comments.
Truly, years of planned courting had been cast aside.
Will leans forward again in search of Strohl once more, fingers still grasping at the fabric of Strohl's coat. Had he the physical strength, one might not put it past Will to tear the entire article of clothing off the clemar's body. But he could never, not when it bears the crest of his companion's beloved home, the coat of arms of the very ground that they stand upon.
And perhaps it is fitting that they find themselves here in particular as they press closer to each other. There is nary a restored building standing within the ruins. The scars of destruction remain upon the cornerstones of each building. Yet, where flames had once licked the grounds bare, blades of grass have sprouted anew and blanket Halia with new life.
From these ruins, it seems something new has grown too. Based on Strohl's words, it seems to have sprung from both of their hearts. Halia is still alive. They are still alive, and the heartbeat thrumming within his chest is yet another reminder, soaring from being certain about Strohl's own feelings even if he does not yet know the true depth of them. Then again, here is Strohl, offering to show him a glimpse of it, offering to permit Will to acquaint himself with it.
He tilts his head a bit, planting a kiss at the corner of Strohl's mouth while simultaneously offering the pulse in his neck to his companion. ]
We've done enough waiting then, haven't we?
[ Will may be the king, but it seems he has no qualms with deferring to Strohl. For today, it seems all behavior from Strohl which may be unbecoming in the presence of royalty is excused. ]
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Date: 2025-01-04 05:10 am (UTC)Careful, Strohl. You never know what someone might do after you've revealed that sort of information.
[ But hasn't Will done the same, albeit without uttering a single word? His facial expression surely says as much with lips parted and a pink flush dusting his cheeks. It's his turn to breathe out a small laugh again at the sound of Strohl's comments.
Truly, years of planned courting had been cast aside.
Will leans forward again in search of Strohl once more, fingers still grasping at the fabric of Strohl's coat. Had he the physical strength, one might not put it past Will to tear the entire article of clothing off the clemar's body. But he could never, not when it bears the crest of his companion's beloved home, the coat of arms of the very ground that they stand upon.
And perhaps it is fitting that they find themselves here in particular as they press closer to each other. There is nary a restored building standing within the ruins. The scars of destruction remain upon the cornerstones of each building. Yet, where flames had once licked the grounds bare, blades of grass have sprouted anew and blanket Halia with new life.
From these ruins, it seems something new has grown too. Based on Strohl's words, it seems to have sprung from both of their hearts. Halia is still alive. They are still alive, and the heartbeat thrumming within his chest is yet another reminder, soaring from being certain about Strohl's own feelings even if he does not yet know the true depth of them. Then again, here is Strohl, offering to show him a glimpse of it, offering to permit Will to acquaint himself with it.
He tilts his head a bit, planting a kiss at the corner of Strohl's mouth while simultaneously offering the pulse in his neck to his companion. ]
We've done enough waiting then, haven't we?
[ Will may be the king, but it seems he has no qualms with deferring to Strohl. For today, it seems all behavior from Strohl which may be unbecoming in the presence of royalty is excused. ]