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4th house lord/ruler in the 12th house (Fully Explained)
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@4thlord sent : He wraps his arms around him protectively, pulling him in to steal a kiss.
the iron lord reaches for him as he climbs back into bed, arms wrapping around ethan's torso and tugging him closer towards his side. there is admittedly a slight urge to push him away â solely to tease and make karl work harder for his kisses â but he refrains. after all, he'd worked so hard to have the privilege of kissing ethan in the first place ; the least ethan can do is let him steal one whenever he feels like it.
said kiss is eagerly returned, ethanâs hand resting on his arm. eventually, ethan pulls away and asks, â did you miss me that much? i was only gone for a minute. â
the words are laced with teasing, but ethan understands all the same : there have been nights where he too has woken up to an empty side of the bed, the sight causing fear and dread pooling in his stomach, only for karl to just be outside having a late night smoke. nights where he needs to hold onto him tightly and as close as possible afterwards.
after all, their situation is precarious : there is always the chance of something going wrong, someone finding them and snatching away the life that ethan has grown to hold so near and dear to his heart. there will always be a sense of fear, even when everything seems fine.
and, he knows that this is all still new to karl : the sense of freedom that this new life provides. the fact that ethan is finally his. of course he would be just as on edge as ethan is ; of course he'd want to keep him so damn close. ethan knows the signs. verbally expressing emotion like that is hard â physically showing it is a different story.
â don't worry. you can't get rid of me that easily, â the younger of the two murmurs, pressing another kiss to his lips. a tiny act of reassurance, a promise that ethan is right here.
once the second kiss ends, ethan shifts in karl's arms. he doesn't push him away though, instead moving just enough so that he can throw his legs over and straddle his waist like a king on his throne. hand rests on the iron lord's chest, fingers threading through the hair there as he looks down at him. the only light in the room is the faint glow of moonlight bleeding in through the crack in the curtains, but it doesn't stop ethan from gazing down at him as if he's the most handsome thing he has ever seen.
â iâm not going anywhere â believe me when i say that. â a soft rock of his hips, just enough to create light friction between them. â youâre stuck with me from now on. â
@4thlordââ sent :Â His arms slip around him from behind, placing a tender kiss to the back of his neck.
ethan  hears  him  enter  the  room  beforehand  â  the  floorboards  in  this  house  creak,  and  itâs  not  lost  on  him  that  the  noise  no  longer  frightens  him  the  way  that  it  used  to  directly  after  louisiana  â  but  it  doesnât  make  the  moment  any  less  touching.  thereâs  a  soft  intake  of  breath  (  the  first  one  ethan  has  taken  in  ...  a  long  while  )    as  soon  as  karlâs  arms  are  around  him,  as  soon  as  he  kisses  him  ;  ethan  knows  what  this  is.  itâs  a  reassuring  gesture,  one  that  is  meant  to  ground  him,  to  remind  ethan  that  heâs  not  alone,  that  itâs  all  OKAY.  karl  is  good  at  picking  up  on  these  things,  good  at  noticing  when  ethanâs  having  one  of  THOSE  days  where  he  doesnât  exactly  feel  like  himself.  it  isnât  as  frequent  as  it  used  to  be,  but  they  still  happen  occasionally.  sometimes,  itâs  triggered  ;  other  times,  it  just  happens  without  cause.  today  is  one  of  the  latter.
almost  subconsciously,  ethan  leans  back  against  him.  his  hand  moves  to  rest  against  his  arm,  blackened  fingers  lightly  tracing  circles  upon  it.  he  doesnât  say  a  thing  yet,  but  he  knows  that  the  other  understands  his  silence.  karl  is  always  reminding  ethan  that  thereâs  nothing  WRONG  with  him  or  rose,  but  he  also  allows  ethan  his  moments  when  it  gets  to  be  TOO  MUCH. Â
for  a  moment,  they  merely  stand  there  like  that,  the  molded  and  the  iron  lord.  eventually,  ethan  shifts  slightly,  quietly  murmuring,    â  iâm  okay.  promise.  â       ethanâs  hand  that  had  previously  resided  atop  karlâs  arm  moves  downwards  until  itâs  against  his  hand  instead  ;  a  silent  form  of  thanks,  so  to  speak.
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they  live  together,  but  they  donât  engage  with  one  another.  itâs  not  something  they  do.  ethan  stays  as  far  away  from  karl  as  he  can  possibly  manage,  most  of  the  time  â  especially  if  heâs  got  rose  in  his  arms  at  the  time.  itâs  not  that  he  thinks  the  iron  lord  will  harm  them  â  no,  after  the  sacrifice  that  heisenberg  had  made  to  protect  the  father  and  daughter,  ethan  KNOWS  deep  down  that  thatâs  not  even  remotely  a  possibility  â  but  it  doesnât  get  rid  of  the  WARINESS.  the  memory  of  a  piece  of  metal  impaled  through  his  chest,  of  being  thrown  into  a  pit  to  be  chased  by  lycans.  yes,  even  despite  the  selfless  gesture,  those  things  still  linger  in  the  back  of  his  mind.
itâs  late,  and  ethan  should  probably  be  in  bed.  he  should  be  laying  next  to  rose,  should  be  asleep  â  but  ethan  doesnât  sleep  anymore.  not  since  the  village.  not  since  ...  everything.  instead,  heâs  wandering  through  the  cottage  that  the  unlikely  trio  is  currently  holed  up  in.  the  bed  had  been  suffocating,  the  thoughts  that  decide  to  crash  down  on  him  when  heâs  laying  there  in  the  dark  staring  up  at  the  ceiling  enough  to  crush  him.  it  had  just  been  meant  to  be  a  trip  to  the  kitchen  to  get  a  glass  of  water,  but  as  he  walks  past  the  closed  door  of  the  iron  lordâs  bedroom,  ethan  stops.
he  hears  it,  the  noises  from  the  other  side.  ones  of  obvious  PAIN,  of  DISCOMFORT.  ethan  winces.  thereâs  a  part  of  him  that  wants  to  keep  walking  ;  a  part  of  him  that  wants  to  turn  and  finish  his  trek  to  the  kitchen,  and  ignore  that  he  even  heard  a  thing.  but,  the  other  half  ...  the  other  half  knows  he  owes  him  this  ;  the  least  he  can  do  is  CHECK  on  him.  ethan  can  manage  that.
sighing  softly,  a  hand  rises  to  lightly  knock  on  the  door.    â  you  alright?  â    ethan  murmurs,  even  though  he  already  knows  the  answer.  he  doesnât  even  wait  for  a  response  before  heâs  opening  the  door,  just  a  little  bit. Â

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â coffee goes great with sudden death.  â
DEATH OF AN OPTIMIST  ||  ALWAYS ACCEPTING  .    âłÂ @4thlordâ ASKED : â  iâm  doing  you  a  favor .  â
           â  â A FAVOR ? â â
           the echo booms around the gathering chamber , as if the stones that quake beneath their feet might give credence to her incredulity . rage burns beneath her skin . the longer she looks at him , the hotter it grows until a thinly - veiled inferno churns within her that threatens to consume them both .
           â DOES THE HUBRIS OF MEN KNOW NO BOUNDS ? â  fingers flex to keep claws at bay , lest she slice him to ribbons where he stands .  â what you are suggesting is TANTAMOUNT TO TREASON . where is your loyalty ? your devotion ?  â hands curl to fists , supple leather squelching as the pressure at their seams builds beneath her strength . every nerve , every synapse fired , screams at her to go to miranda at once , to warn her of him and his schemes , and yet ... she hesitates .
           â YOU IMPUDENT LITTLE WRETCH â- ! we owe her everything .  â
â who are you? who sent you? â
âWho sent me?â The first question seemed to go over his head, at least. An eyebrow raised as he glanced around then back at the other man. It was hard to wrap his head around the state of the village that he had passed through â The fact that it seemed to be stuck in the past. He would think that it simply had to do with where they were but it seemed that it was more than that. âAssuming that Iâd let anyone send me into this shithole?â