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@qin-su-week Day 6: Jinlintai & Hurt/Comfort

- Once they felt as if they had done their duty, they kind of let the facade of their marriage fall away. They were decent to each other, but wanted to study their craft first and foremost; they took turns parenting Cid so that they could both keep at their personal projects and assignments from their superiors. For as little as they saw each other, they may have well been living in different apartments.

- Midas had begun to brush shoulders with Gaius a few years into his marriage. Once his wife became with child, Midas leaned into his newfound freedom even further. Having wed at 20, and becoming a father in his early 30s, Midas looked at Gaius as if he were the young man he could have been, if he had the chance.

- Gaius was 21 when they began their fling. Cid came not long after. Too young to feel much guilt or responsibility toward the babe, Gaius was happy to simply come and go, entertaining Midas as he pleased.

- it wasn't until Cid started walking that things began to seem odd with Midas and his studies. His relationship with his wife had been strained, but respectful; now, anything that took him from his projects became an object of his ire.

not sure how active ill be ask-wise but id love to snag 🥩 anon if thats not taken, i didnt see it in the list but i coulda missed it.

For better or worse, Elie couldn't bring herself to stay away from the only man she'd ever loved. While going to see Ryker again was certainly dangerous in its own right because of the MC, she never worried the media would catch them. Her Head of Security, Sirius, made tedious arrangements for privacy and protection of the girls and New York had far more interesting people to snap pictures of and slather over gossip rags than the possible heir to the thrown of a tiny country an ocean away— or so she thought. Little did the princess know, the first snapshot was taken at the private airport as they moved from the jet to their armored SUV that would take them to the hotel, a breeze catching pressing her dress to her curves, making the bump hidden under her jacket a little more obvious for just a moment before she pulled it closed. It wasn't even a thought on her mind when they girls settled into their adjoining room after baths and pajamas with movies and a snack, yawns all around.

It wasn't all that late in New York, but jet lag was hitting the girls hard and it was well past their bedtime back in Denmark, so she'd texted Ryker the hotel and room number, sending Sirius off for the night. Neither of them speaking about who they both knew was the reason for this trip. When the familiar knocking pattern sounded on the door, Aurélie had washed off the travel, changed into a lace-trimmed silk slip underneath a robe, and moved around the living room sipping on ginger ale and humming to the quiet music she'd put on to calm her nerves. Pulling the door open, tugging the robe more tightly around herself, she rested her head against the door and drank him in. "You still came." Her smile quickly brightened and she moved back to allow him in, the door and robe still blocking the view of her stomach. When she closed the door, she didn't turn around immediately, locking up and then resting her forehead against the cool surface. "I'm sorry it took so long to come back."

I feel so blessed that I get to be the one to show you this.

Hazel: Which we all know is referred to as adultery.

Vincent carefully unlocked the front door, easing it open as quietly as possible before peeking around the edge of it-- eyes surveying the dark living room and subsequent hallway, confirming it was empty before slipping in and easing the door closed just as quietly. The clock on the mantle said it was past 1am, way later than he intended to get back by, but at least Bobby had already gone to bed. The man was able to take three steps in before he wound up stepping on one of the girl’s dolls laying on the floor, causing the thing to light up and chime robotically, “I’m so happy you’re my friend!” With a swift curse, he kicked the doll out of the way, scowling after it as he moved further into the home. They kept telling the girls they needed to clear their toys before bed--

The man blindly felt his way down the hallway, glad the bathroom was the first door on the right. Vincent pushed it open and disappeared inside, closing the door but failing to lock it as the light was flicked on. Okay, okay... He had developed a kind of routine with this now-- any time he saw Michelle, he got home at these late hours and always made sure to shower first. This was in order to wash Michelle off him. Her perfume, whatever stains and marks that could be found, and just the experience itself because... Each time never got any easier. The guilt would get to him, overwhelm him, make him disgusted of himself and his actions and how sorry he was to have been so small a man that he would do that to someone he loved. Because he did love Bobby, he had always loved her-- him, it was just... The man was having trouble adjusting to the changes. Even thinking the words ‘my husband’ felt so wrong and off, because Vincent knew he wasn’t gay, had never been gay...

But what was he supposed to do when the woman he fell in love with came out to identify as another man-- right in the midst of their marriage? Part of Vincent wondered if this was his fault. Had he made Bobby feel inadequate as a woman somehow? The other part knew that was ridiculous, that Bobby couldn’t help that he felt the way he did and could finally feel comfortable with himself.

Vincent thought he could handle the change. Because he already loved him. Surely, loving someone would overcome whatever obstacles were thrown in? That wasn’t how things were panning out, though. As Bobby transitioned, Vincent felt himself pulling away more and more, less and less interested in the man physically and their sex life had all but dropped off the map. And eventually, one drunken mistake turned into a regular mistake. Now, here he was, sneaking into his own home at night in efforts to hide his disgusting behavior.