#patromile

Royalimile - Hand

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"Can you hold my hand?"

Roman made an exaggerated offended noise, his hand over his heart, a grin on his face.

"Do you even have to ask?" He said, taking one of Emile's hand.

He paused for a moment, before pressing a kiss to the knuckle that made his boyfriend giggle, which made him smile more.

Patton took his other hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

"So we don't get lost," he smiled.

Emile swung his hands, swinging both of his boyfriend's hands along with them. He began to lead them down the path, into the pretty forest they'd decided to take a walk in.

The trees were nice and the birds sang sweetly but, really, Emile was focused much more on his boyfriends than anything else.

Patton's hands were soft, and just as freckled as the rest of his skin. He had a band-aid on his thumb from where he'd cut it chopping food when cooking. He had a scar on his left knee from when he'd tried to climb a tree as a child, and his foot had slipped and he'd fallen. Emile had brushed his fingers over that scar so many times.

Roman's grin was gorgeous and his eyes shone as he spoke excitedly. His grip on Emile's hand was strong - his hands weren't as soft as Patton's, but just as warm and welcoming.

This is one of many, many ficlets I am posting on Christmas day. Hope you enjoy!

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Christmas was the time for joy.

It was the time for joy and giving and spending time with those closest to you.

And, well, Roman had hardly ever been happier. He and his boyfriends had spent the day together and with family and with friends.

And now it was evening, the sky black and speckled with stars: the moon hanging high, like it gently watched over them.

The three of them were relaxing in the living room - the main light turned off, just the lamp and the television lighting up the room - and all was calm. The movie playing on TV was one Roman had seen at least a dozen times before, so he was paying far more attention to his boyfriends than to the screen.

Emile was curled up in the middle of Roman and Patton, wearing the warm, fuzzy sweater that Patton had gifted him: it was pink and cosy and matched Emile's dyed hair. In his arms, there was the Steven Universe stuffed toy that Roman had gotten.

(Those gifts had led to many grateful kisses from Emile, which had perhaps been greater gifts than anything else they'd gotten that day.)

And Patton had changed into warm pyjamas, half asleep at Emile's other side. He occasionally mumbled puns related to the movie that played on the television, getting a few fond chuckles from both Emile and Roman each time.

They were wonderful: gorgeous and adorable - Patton half asleep and Emile enraptured by the movie - and Roman couldn't take his eyes off of them.