#pruspaus

roderich: *ends up going home with antonio*

i got you bestie don't worry

being around them makes gilbert realize rather quickly that he barely knows roderich outside of his political persona. the thing is, gilbert fell for austria — ever lovely jewel of central europe, cold and distant and beautiful — but antonio is in love with roderich, who is not a completely different person, but there are, of course, nuances. roderich is the most himself when he is around antonio — he's laid-back and messy and actually smiles a lot, he loves oranges and pomegranates but barely eats them because he hates peeling them, his music taste is very diverse, he's often unintentionally funny and he's an unapologetical bitch, and seeing him like this causes gilbert to have a major paradigm shift

they barely have threesomes because a) roderich is too lazy to negotiate it, b) antonio tends to become possessive during the process, c) gilbert is too awkward for his own sake

i'd say it's more of an open relationship situation, where gil and antonio are mostly platonic friends who are both seeing roderich; it took a lot of conversations and negotiations between the three of them, mostly because antonio is, well. not very good at keeping his jealousy and possessiveness at bay; roderich still waits for it to blow up in their faces

pruaus: hand/knuckles/wrist kisses, forehead kisses, shoulder kisses; spaus: check kisses, neck kisses, back kisses

gilbert's affection for roderich is very worship-like because that's the only way he knows how to love; antonio and roderich, however, are way past making gods of each other

francis almost threw up when he would them out. then asked if he could join. he wasn't serious, but arthur still kicked him under the table

“queen is for the king, not for the knight,” but what do you do with the glances from across the room? what do you do with the charged silence in orange gardens? what do you do with carnations dying on a nightstand? what do you do with blood staining your sword in his name and his alone?

how do you even touch something holy? would you, if you were ever allowed?

do you know that there are teeth under the disguise of royal porcelain? the ones that will devour you the moment you reach for that forbidden pomegranate of a heart?