#caltal

Blue

This discussion was one of the highlights of my day.

Calix smiled warmly, echoing back a soft, “Happy Anniversary,” to his husband as he went about carefully attaching the familiar blue choker that had once belonged to his mother. Perhaps he should be wearing some other color, something more reminiscent of the Du Cuteau family, but he was wearing plenty else for that - and it was not as though anyone could mistake who he was at the celebration of their twentieth anniversary.

He almost wished it could just be a quieter celebration. Not that he wasn’t fond of parties still, or he wasn’t excited to hit this milestone, it was just…different. He almost wanted to get away to a cabin with Talon again - back to the sort of place where Talon had first asked him to be…with him. Just…a few days alone, away from everything. However, he had married into the Du Cuteaus - actually married into the family. Back when he was Talon’s lover, and everyone knew he was, there was some expectation that he would be around, that Talon would show him off. 

However, as Talon become more a part of the Du Cuteau power, the family, and more present and commanding in that position, there had been more pressure for him to marry, more assumption that Calix would fade out a little as Talon picked a woman - a noble woman to better cement his place in nobility since he had come to it without the bloodline - to take his place, and more. sure, he might be around still, but he would be a lover, there to make Talon happy - not to be a part of the family.

But Talon had proven that as much as he had embraced a good part of the Du Cuteau name, and as much strength as he brought to it, he was hardly concerned with meeting certain expectations. Twenty years ago, with no hint of secrecy or shame, Talon had asked Calix to marry him - greatly disappointing and angering a few young ladies and their families who had hoped to slip into the Du Cuteau family themselves - and twenty years later, they were celebrating another anniversary.

Gods. Twenty years. 

Part of him had a hard time grasping it. He had been happy for these twenty years, certainly. Yes, as in any life, any relationship there had been issues, but…he had never once regretted saying yes…It was so long though, and so long for Talon to still want him there, to not regret it either. And he had never faltered in it, at least that Calix had seen - and he was quite certain that by this point he was good at reading the assassin, even when he was trying to hide things, feelings…Not once in the arguments they had had or in the moments of worry and tension within the nobility had Talon ever expressed a wish that he had just…married someone else - someone who would have brought another noble family to task beneath the Du Cuteaus simply by relation - instead of someone who, as had been pointed out several times in their twenty years of marriage by others, was not even really a Noxian at all. Not once had he faltered in it, or regretted it, and in that they were the same.

They had had themselves a small celebration beforehand. They had a private lunch, a bit of togetherness and quiet. They had made love, and it could have been called nothing else but ‘making love’. They had bathed together. And now they were slowly preparing for the night ahead. Calix sat bare in front of the mirror, making sure the choker set right, and the longer necklace - bearing a Du Cuteau seal set in jewels - the sort of thing his clients would have been able to afford once upon a time, but never him. 

He had just been considering a particular clothing set, trying to decide just what sort of thing he should wear - he did want to impress, had always wanted to and perhaps had done a great deal for Talon in that, and in his mind for people and for business. If he did not have the bloodline or the ferocity or the money, he could contribute charm and wit at least, when Talon had come up behind him, whispering the soft greeting and bringing a smile to his lips.

He adjusted his necklace one more time, giving another glance into the mirror where he was met both by his own blue gaze, and by his beloved’s ever sharp eyes. He turned his head, and pressed a kiss to Talon’s jaw, muttering softly.

“I love you.”

“Ah - well, that’s um...I don’t think that’s...in the cards at the moment, for either of us really...It’s just that that’s - well, that would be...I mean, the closeness would be nice certainly, but I just don’t think it would be terribly...comfortable, particularly for Talon...” he smiled warmly at the Du Cuteau servant, “And I’m sure that there are at least a few servants who would rather I didn’t...Still, thank you - for thinking I make the place...’lighter’ I think you said.”

“Is that a dagger in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? fuck, it’s a dagger!”

[[changed it a little to be more appropriate xD ]]

//Hellooo, Here is your piece! (I’m askwinterorianna btw ;u;) I’m sorry for the inconsistent art style and what not, your other piece will be delivered shortly once I finish the other 2 orders.! I hope you like it, thanks so much for commissioning me (as always) <3

[[AH I LOVE IT!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

yet another beautiful piece by askwinterorianna!! He’s an absolutely AMAZING artist so if there is free space be sure to commission if there’s something you really want. u3u

This particular piece was a couple one for Calix and cutthroat-diplomacy Talon. 

I believe what i asked for was them walking down the street and Calix excitedly pointing at something while Talon gives him a ‘you’re such a dork i like it’ smile. and this is PERFECT!!!

Which one sexts like a straight white boy?

Talon. Among other things Calix installed an efficient auto-correct on his phone so that he didn’t ruin sexting sessions with certain things.

Which one cried during a fucking disney movie?

Fucking Calix. It was sad okay? 

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?

Calix again. He was busy working on other stuff and actually made food, but he threw the food in the microwave before wandering away to take notes and read and well......

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing?

Talon. He’s a little shit.

Also he’s the one who can actually sneak up on the other. If Calix ever manages to it’s just because Talon thought it was cute that he tried and humored him.

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?

TALON WHAT A LITTLE SHIT OKAY??

THAT’S COLD TALON STAHP

Who had that embarassing Reality TV marathon?

Calix started it, dragged Talon in, Talon ended up enjoying it. RIP. Now they are both particularly addicted to Cutthroat Kitchen.

Who laughs more during sex?

That totally depends on what kind of laughing we’re talking about.

WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON?

USUALLY CALIX BECAUSE HE LIKES TO BE ENVELOP-SNUGGLED but they switch sometimes u3u

rainbowblade-talon 

“Yeah...” Calix said with a tired sigh, a touch of a frown at his lips. As his lover closed the gap between them and nuzzled into his hair, however, the half-Noxian let out a warm little laugh, a smile back on his lips. He reached back to pull Talon’s arms around his waist, sliding his hands over them, “Mmm - I know you do~ It’s ‘cause you’re a little shit~” he said playfully.