#equescaeli

I've never met someone who works harder, loves stronger, or is even half as sweet as you, my dear!

Heartbeat Memes || Always Accepting

@equescaeli || Terence

Terence had been busy tidying up the mess of the tent - placing books back on their respective shelves and ensuring that all pieces of their armor were carefully hung out of the way of potential tripping danger, when he paused to hear Dion's words.

Involuntarily, a smile comes to his lips as he places the last of the books down haphazardly on the shelf and turns to face his sweet, beautiful prince with naught but adoration shining brightly in his gaze.

"I would be loathe to deny such a request, my prince."

At Dion's behest, Terence carefully crawls up onto the cot and takes just a moment to get himself comfortable. Once he's in place, he opens his arms for Dion to slide into, and breathes in the sweet scent of the prince's hair once he's close.

There is nothing Terence loves more in this world than getting to hold Dion in his arms.

Romantic Starters || Accepting

@equescaeli || Terence

Dion's words, so painfully bold, startle Terence from the report he had been busy reading only moments prior. He glances up quickly, eyes searching the tent high and low for any reason they shouldn't indulge for just a quick minute.

No other dragoons are present, and Dion is sitting painfully close - close enough that Terence can feel the heat radiating off of his body, and hear the soft sound of Dion's breaths. How had he not noticed until now?

"If I may be so bold, my prince, we are quite alone -"

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting

@equescaeli || Terence

"My love, I shan't ever leave as long as you wish it so."

Pain tugs at his heartstrings at the soft desperation in Dion's voice. The way he lays bear his heart to Terence in a way he cannot with anyone else -- And Terence, how could he stare down at the wounds and gashes in Dion's heart and deny him what he needs?

He simply could never.

"You are not alone, Dion, and so long as I continue to draw breath, never will you be." He carefully wraps his arms around Dion's waist, maneuvering the prince until his head lays upon Terence's chest. He's mindful of the injured arm, laying it over his own waist and away from danger of being jostled.

The simple yet sudden touch startles him to a point where he lets out a small breath of surprise. He blinks, looking down between them, his heart giving a flutter in his chest at the tenderness of the contact. It's so rare these days to feel anyone touch him skin on skin and with his gauntlets absent for once Dion's touch provides him with a stark reminder of just how long it's been and how much his entire being aches for even just the smallest bit of closeness like this.

Clive hesitates for a moment, but soon enough his own fingers tighten around Dion's in turn. His gaze raises to find his friend's, blue meeting golden hues. His brows furrow in slight concern as he tries to figure out what brought this on from Dion's expression alone.

"Oh, Dion, I am here. I am ever right here." Terence has never seen Dion so distraught before in all the years they've known one another. His heart is in his throat, tearing itself into pieces with Dion's every word.

The pain that is so palpable in his love's voice, oh, how he can hardly bear it. Alas, he must remain strong - now more than ever, Dion needs him. He needs Terence to be strong, a grounding force in the midst of this swirling storm of inner turmoil.

And how hard it is to remain strong. But for Dion, he will do anything.

"You know I will never leave, my love. No matter the hardships we shall face, no matter it all, I will remain by your side until my last breath."

Terence chooses then to remove his hands from Dion's face and wrap his arms around his prince instead. He pulls Dion in close, cradling him with the utmost love and care that he can muster.

"She sees you not as a monster, but as a man. She knows the manipulation of Ultima, and how those manipulations so swayed your heart and hand. Please, I beg - nay, I pray you understand that the fault is not yours. Greagor forsakes you not. Your people forsake you not. I forsake you not." he whispers his words loud and true into Dion's ear, one hand coming up to gently pet back some hair from his love's face. A stray tear is swiped away with ease, and then Terence presses their foreheads together.

Heartbeat Starters || Always Accepting

@equescaeli || Terence

Terence sighs softly at Dion's words. It's relief more than anything else, for he's been tossing and turning for quite some time now unable to fall asleep. It's unlike him, but the stress of the day must have taken too strong a hold on his mind and left him floundering for rest.

If he's honest, he yearned for such simple pleasures before Dion had so graciously offered them, but felt ashamed to ask. With permission now, Terence crawls in closer to his prince, his head easily seeking out Dion's chest. The moment he can pick up the gentle sound of Dion's heart beating slow and steady beneath his ear, he all but melts against his love.

" - - stay with me? "He then whispers, a small smile pulling unto pale features:" - - - let me enjoy your company while the weather robs us of rest? "

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting!

@equescaeli || Terence

"My love, I pray one day you realize you need not ever ask these things of me. For I am more than happy to spend every possible moment I can in your presence."

Terence feels a surge of warmth in his chest at Dion's smile. Such a beautiful thing he rarely gets to see, and it's all for him.