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🎈 " . . . Rubbing one out might've stopped me from almost abstracting-- just sayin-- "

( dragged violently from here ) @70yearsofwinter

[msg to: ★ james ★] if there are no cinnamon glaze, or bacon and syrup ones, is it even worth the travel?

[msg to: ★ james ★] asking for a friend

it’s sinday! send dirty anons for my muses to answer to - accepting

FIRST OF HER NAME : her royal highness, princess violette galanodel lorin, first in line for the throne, duchess of the province prosperis, devoted member of the royal counsel, and ambassador to the throne of mirandonia

FIRST OF HIS NAME : his royal highness, prince rhys galanodel lorin, second in line for the throne of mirandonia, dedicated royal night and advocate of peace

FIRST OF HER NAME : her royal highness, princess nathalie galanodel lorin, third in line for the throne of mirandonia, ambassador aiding in relations of mirandonia and jifthalas

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henry blinks, not knowing how to respond to that. after all, yihan’s been doing a more than proper job of loving him as far as he’s concerned. so good a job, in fact, that henry was quite convinced yihan loved him even while yihan was still thinking of him as nothing more than a really good friend.

he doesn’t get time to figure out words that sound even remotely reassuring enough before yihan speaks again, however, and he falls silent again in favour of listening to the priest’s smooth voice rise and fall with his words.

“you….you’re not what I expected. i’ve never had anyone love me deeply. not even my parents. what if i can’t live up to your esteem of me? what if i fail your love?”

it makes him frown. partly because it’s nonsense and partly because yihan looks so vulnerable in that very moment. as vulnerable as no one else has ever seen him before, henry wagers, at least no one aboard the ship. as vulnerable as henry has been around yihan as well, just baring their guts and allowing the other person the chance to murder.

neither of them does.

“you can’t fail my love, tallman, it doesn’t have any expectations,” he reassures the pilot in soft tones, arms still encircling yihan’s waist. “just don’t break my trust.”

the reply comes through slightly muffled by the fact that yihan’s face is currently pressed into his hair, as if the pilot is embarrassed for some reason. he can’t fathom why, though. “i would never! i’m only yours--even though you wanting me, when i am so unworthy of you, confuses me. but i will protect you with all my heart.”

“unworthy?” henry echoes, frowning just because it doesn’t even sound remotely like how he thinks of the other male. “don’t be silly. you’re more than worthy.” he lifts a tender hand to run it through yihan’s hair, hoping to soothe some of whatever uncertainty it is that has apparently lodged itself in the priest’s mind. his lips land on the robes covering yihan’s shoulder, leaving a simple kiss. “i love you,” he adds to his words more softly. “don’t think so lowly of yourself, please.”

he’s filled with relief again when a chuckle comes out of the taller male, having been half afraid that yihan was feeling so bad it would not be as easily solved. “if i’m better it’s cause you’ve been making me so--i feel very alive with you,” yihan tells him, moving his face slightly away from henry’s hair as he does so. “confused, excited, nervous--loved. i never used to feel any of that before.”

henry smiles, bright and proud, but also loving and warm, ready to love this man for a lot more years to come if he’s given the chance. letting go of the tall man, he moves them around a little until he can crawl entirely onto yihan’s lap, curling up against him and wrapping arms around the man so contently he would be purring if he were of the feline sort, probably.

“i hope you’ll keep feeling it,” he utters, looking up at yihan’s face from his resting position. “especially loved.”

he smiles up at yihan too now, warm and soft and kind and caring and everything all at once.