Hermann Gottlieb and Newt Geiszler (Cinderella AU: Chapter 4)
But before he manages to pull out the lock picks he’s been trying to make—
Hermann doesn’t even manage to get up the first step before the door swings open.
In an instant, Hermann’s heart skips a beat inside of his chest, prepared to throw itself off of a cliff if the person at the door is his father, finally here to return, to catch him in the act, to throw that cursed powder in his face and rob him of what faculties remain to him.
“What in the seven hells are you doing here, Your Highness?” Hermann demands.
Newt pouts. “It’s Newt, not Your Highness. Only my father calls me by my title.”
He is a sight for sore eyes, Hermann cannot deny that, dressed not for a ball that he doesn’t quite belong at, all that fidgety energy, all that innate wildness, but rather in something more casual that suits him better.
Here, his tunic is loose and wrinkled beneath a jacket of leather and scales and a similar leather satchel at his side, hair mussed with ash and wind, thick-soled black leather boots on his feet.
He is not a fancy prince seeking to draw a consort at a ball; Newt has his own grime under his fingernails and cinders on his face, the signs of someone who is not afraid to get a bit dirty in order to get things done.
Dragon ash, Hermann thinks, and he thinks of the warmth of Otachi’s snout, that precious glimpse at something that he wants more than anything.
-aletterinthenameofsanity, fire meet gasoline
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