#m;lars

Morning After || Accepting! @phantasmaw

"Hm, you know I have to go and make breakfast soon, right?"

Lars's chest rumbled with soft laughter, as he looked down at Sovann. It was rare that he slept in, far too used to getting up early and starting his day. It's certainly not bad to just be lazy for once, and not look over his shoulder. For a while, he and Sovann can pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist.

"But since I can't say no to you and those pretty eyes of yours...Let's stay here for a while longer."

"Mm. He's a rather boring sort, isn't he?"

Lars sighed as he placed his head in his hands, this whole arranged marriage deal wasn't something that sat well with him. His husband to be...Wasn't anything near what he wanted or imagined himself spending his life with. But this was for the good of his people, at least that's what he told himself. For what it was worth, Minerva herself hadn't been happy about the arrangement either, knowing that he wasn't the type to really seek out romance in the first place. At the very least, it meant that he got someone interesting to talk to in the form of Sovann. The other was strange, but in a good kind of way. Awkward around people, but he knows he can't judge on that front, given that he's fairly awkward himself.

"I've never understood the whole need for machismo, it's just trying too hard after a certain point, you know?"

Lars looked down at the ground, before crouching low, a glow enveloping one of his hands, and a wilting flower bloomed anew once more. Qwayther did at least have fertile soil, similar to the soil from Minerva's domain. Though the volcanic ash from the higher points made for an excellent fertilizer for his more traditional growing.

"But enough about my woes...Why don't you tell me of yourself, Sovann? I've always been a bit curious about you, I think."

He'd seen the other around, but the two of them never had a real conversation, and that hadn't changed much, given Lars's own awkwardness with people, and Sovann's seeming disinterest in getting to know others.

[Easier on the eyes than my "beloved" to be, though. Too much muscle, not enough brains for my liking. But I need to remember that this is for something bigger than myself. Perhaps in time, I'll come to love him. And if not, I can simply pretend until I can force myself to believe that I love him.]

If only he could run away from all of this...He would take that chance in a heartbeat.

Lars is quiet as Sovann joins him, he has nothing much to say, then again, he doesn't quite know what to say most of the time. He's tired, and honestly, he would like to just abandon all of this, bring Sovann with him, but the truth was that neither of them could truly stop. Not yet, even if he couldn't admit it, Lars was the type to keep his word, even if it meant that it would cause him a lot of grief. He had spent years with anger being the only thing that pushed him to continue, to fight, because if he had to watch his life fall apart around him, then he would gladly inflict that same pain on those responsible.

"You know...In another life, I wonder if we would be able to have lived in peace."

He doesn't know why he's confessing this, perhaps it's to fill the silence, even if it doesn't really need to be. The two of them are comfortable with silence, because in a way, nothing really needs to be said. Between the two of them, they already know. Their bond was more than their history, with the sharing of their blood having forged a connection that bound them together. For better or worse.

"I think I would've been happy with that. To just spend time with you, to make you happy. Like when we were younger, I'd have showered you with all kinds of flowers...You'd have probably gotten tired of them."

Lars's voice is soft as he speaks, staring up at the storm clouds.

"In a better life, you and I would probably have a home and resting in bed while it stormed. I'd still have my old body...Not...This."

It took him a while for him to stop smashing mirrors at the sight of himself, because at first, he still saw his old self, staring back at him.

"Listen to me complaining...I'm still alive, and I have you by my side. I suppose that things aren't all bad, right? I'm making up for lost time."

He supposes that some part of him is insecure in what they have, and he worries that after everything is said and done, they would end up going their separate ways.

"I hope you never get tired of me, you know."

because i love you!

passionate; you are the heated moment of an argument. when the person you care for has done something outrageously stupid or dangerous. all of your pent up emotions that you've kept inside of you come bursting out: "beCAUSE I LOVE YOU!" how could they be so dense. how could YOU be so dense. you've loved each other this whole time. your love tends to be strong, and loud. sometimes it might be hard for you to express your feelings but you let people know that they are cared for. you're also hot. good for you.

The Red Threads of Fortune || Accepting! @kinglyisms

"Your what?"

Lars rose an eyebrow as he stared at the other, frowning. He certainly wasn't an oracle, not any he had ever met. And really...He's not exactly sure what the other is asking him. Perhaps it's a matter of aesthetic?

"Sorry, afraid I can't exactly read minds. If I could, it'd be a lot easier to tell what my partner was thinking."

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