Ethan 🌌🪽

You know, some ancient/midieval cultures saw twins as some kind of bad omen. Like, one of those has to be evil or a changeling or something.

Grace and Colt grew up hearing this kind of stuff, and they reacted in opposite ways.

Colt is very loud and in your face about it. Grace has taken to fading into the background.

Ooo yes!! Colt is more of the twin that’s reliable and would make a great leader but Grace? He hears these things people say about how one of them must be the bad omen so that’s why he spends so much time in the library hiding away and trying to study so he can do some “good” by teaching the village kids who only know him as “Mr Grace”

Simon doesn’t think Grace is a “bad” omen. He sees how hard he’s trying to convince people that he is good and not going to bring the downfall of the kingdom because of some stupid belief.

"Well, what, Your Highness?" Sir Simon tries his hardest not to laugh. Prince Grace is adorably clumsy, always tripping over himself or his royal clothes. It's one of the reasons the knight fell head over heels for him.

The red of the prince's cheeks darkens. "Well, why not Colt?"

The knight feels his soft smile shift to something similar to a frown.

"What about His Royalness?"

Prince Grace's hands come to the edge of his coat, playing with the hem by rolling it over his knuckles. He won't meet his appointed knight's eyes.

"You hear what the people say. Twins are bad omens. Colt is funnier, more good-looking, can lead people well, and he's in line to the throne. I'm..." Prince Grace trails off. He doesn't seem to want to say it.

Despite all of his time dedicated to the library, he had heard the people's words. They hurt. They called him a curse, a bad omen, someone destined to destroy the kingdom. He didn't say it, but he believed it. Who wouldn't, if they had heard it for all of their lives?

Sir Simon clenched his fist beside him. He too had heard the rumours. And he didn't care. Prince Grace was kind, and caring, and most definitely saw past his battle scars and saw someone worthy of being his.

Being his. What a thrilling idea.

The knight stepped closer. The prince found himself backing up until his thighs hit the table behind him. Those gorgeous blue eyes of his stayed to the ground, or perhaps on his own shoes. The knight did not stop approaching. One flesh hand and one metal caged Prince Grace against the table he had spent days pouring over before. Now they both had a deep flush to their cheeks.

"I do not care for His Royalness the way I care for you. My prince, you are smart, and you are kind. You teach the children of your domain because it brings them joy. Tell me, my darling prince, does that sound like something a bad omen would do?"

The prince shivered. It was not cold. He was in fact very, very warm. He needed to get his coat off before he got too hot and caused an episode of dizziness.

That was another thing he hated. How frail his body was against the temperatures. How his parents required a guard to be with him at all times in case he fainted. That's how Sir Simon came around. Prince Grace thought he was plotting to kill him at first with those sharp gazes and even sharper words.

But maybe... he was studying the prince for an entirely different reason.

A warm, calloused palm raised to press against a scratchy cheek. A thumb caressed the line of the prince's jaw with as much reverence one would have when handling something precious.

"You do not want me, my knight. I am broken. I am... I am a curse." The mumble from the prince's mouth caused the hand on his jaw to stop. Had he finally realised his mistake with liking someone like Prince Grace?

Cool cloth pressed up against Prince Grace's body, backlit by warmth from Sir Simon himself. He could barely breath. A soft kiss pressed against Simon's own hand in a fake-out gesture of affection.

"But I do. I really do. You are not a curse, nor a bad omen. You are a wonderful prince, and you deserve everything I can give you."

Sir Simon moved to in front of the prince's mouth. He was so close, so close. The hairs of his moustache kept barely brushing Prince Grace's top lip. A hand from the prince came to rest on his knight's shoulder.

"Do I have permission to kiss my prince?"

The words caught in Grace's throat. So he gave a nod. Scarred, bitten lips pressed against his own chapped ones. Simon tasted like the fruit from the garden. He wasn't going to tell him off for indulging. Isn't that what he was doing right now?

Eridian Field Trip.

One of the dares is for him and Papa Star to dance to a specific song (Leaves in the Stream by Aurelio Voltaire)

Just the Husbands being cute and dancing to a gothic love song. (Grace already listens to Voltaire. Because I'm projecting.)

Oh my god yes!! They’re slow dancing together (if it’s pre-face reveal for Grace) Simon makes sure chat can’t see Grace’s face at all but all you see is Simon looking up at Grace and mumbling how this feels like their first dance on their wedding night.

Stream obviously are nosey sons of bitches and want to know what they’re whispering about.

Grace whispering how they should do this more often because it gives him an excuse to hold Simon close and they end up kissing and it gets clipped. Simon goes on his tip toes so Grace doesn’t have to lean down and risk his face being seen.

Bloodymary on the rock Angsty Poster

the crawling Simon in my head is the despair crying meme