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''The great Prince on high humbles me, that I should bask in his Radiance mind eye is but an honor~" Sleipnir purred as he lent close with a bat of those pretty long charcoal lashes of his. "And might I say you are in turn, Your Grace."

send me a “۞” and I’ll introduce you to one of my other muses.

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The wind is frigid, its gales a trusty companion in this season, and the Coerthan storms have covered the city and its outskirts in thick layers of heavy white.

The crunch of boots skipping around on snow accompanies every step up to the house, thuds and low growls a warning to the scene playing out at its front.

Straw has mingled with frosted soil and grass, its blades trampled inbetween kicks and punches at a dummy's mangled body. It looks like it's seen better days, and really, it's probably been fixed at least half a dozen times inbetween training sessions.

The assailant's breathing is accelerated, brows drawn in sharp focus on the dummy's head, and the next roundhouse kick takes it off in a clean blow in a flurry of powdery snow. The erupting snarl is victorious.

The man turns, pointed ears twitching at the approaching steps, and something cracks through his frown, splits it down the middle. He grins.

"You're late! I was getting cold, so I started without you. Find a wyrm on your way back?"

(I've been playing FFXIV since its 2.0 release 10 years ago, and my character never changed all that much aside from hairstyles and color scheme. After a time, it was a natural thing to start shaping him as an OC, and he's my joy and pride to this day, be it in raid or when he decorates the house with his in-game husband.

For a few seconds, Joshua stares ahead rather blankly, a hand raised to brush the tips of his fingers against where he can still feel the tingle left by Dion's lips against his skin. What a pleasant surprise. Oh, he mustn't tarry for long, ere the moment to act passes. Turning on his heels swiftly, a gloved hand takes hold of the prince's, stopping him in his tracks. A small smile curls his lips as Joshua lifts Dion's hand and presses a featherlight kiss to his knuckles ━ lingering for but a tick longer than usually appropriate.

And Dion wasn't great at it. He wanted to be happy, wanted a healthy connection, but it was just not meant to be. Today, however, he decided to give it another attempt.

“Olivier, look, I have brought something for you.”

He held up a small, clothed puppet of a dragon (presumably Bahamut, however the puppet was clumsily made, yet endearing) he had Terence look for on the markets.

“You like puppets, do you not? Maybe... this could bring you some joy.”

Very rarely did his brother approach or even deliver words at him. He had been sitting idly as he usually did when his parents were not around. For some reason, he did not wish to be in the room, he'd much rather be at the room in which his parents usually kept him, despite having no one to play with. As expected, he had brought his little toy with him and he was jiggling it without much thought, eyes vacant, head in the clouds.

That was, until he heard the voice of his brother call for his name. A rare occurrence indeed and one that made the glint in his eyes return as he turned to him. And those very eyes travel to the little puppet on the man's hand, a gasp escaping Olivier.

send my muse “we’re alone now, you could kiss me.” for their reaction. // Terence

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Terence almost tenses when Dion's words reach his ears. Having been so caught up in tidying up, he failed to notice that any lingering company within the tent had taken their leave.

He and Dion are, in fact, very much alone.

The excitement that sparks in Terence's veins is almost overwhelming. He nearly trips over his own feet as he makes his way to Dion, eyes sparkling with every ounce of love and affection he feels for his Prince.

"You needn't tell me twice."

Terence surges forward and cups Dion's cheeks gently within his hands. There's no hesitation as he presses their lips together, and he kisses Dion like it's the first and last time. His heart and soul lay bare in the show of affection, and as the kiss deepens, one of his hands slides down to rest on Dion's chest to keep his balance.

Beneath his hand, he feels Dion's heart beating strong and steady. His eyelids, long since slipped closed, tremble as all of his senses are filled in every way with Dion.

Just Dion.

Only Dion.

And when he breaks the kiss apart some time later, panting softly as he rests his forehead against Dion's, he smiles in a way only his Prince can invoke from him. He's so undeniably in love that it hurts in all the best ways, and he'd not trade any of their personal moments for the world.

Squints at him.