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@royaltresses
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black bolt knew she had a right to be upset -- after all, she'd believed him to be dead. from her eyes, he'd sacrificed himself, dragging all the secrets he'd kept from her to the grave. she didn't have closure, and for that, the guilt ate away at him. it ate away at him until it had gotten too much for him to bear, for just as he was attilan's former king, he was also her husband. these were the thoughts that filled his mind when he stepped into the throne room, which was thankfully empty save for the both of them. he waited for her to turn, for her to properly look at him before he spoke telepathically to her. sometimes, silence and quiet gestures simply weren't enough to get the point across, not when he wanted to reconcile whatever they had lost. * wife... we have to talk. *
“You are committing something revolting behind my back; I can sense it. Cease and desist at once.”
“I am insulted that you would accuse me of something you have absolutely no evidence of. None. As none was left.”
“Listen I can… I can get up. It’s fine.”
inhuman physiology sounds fake || accepting selectively.
words didn’t need to be uttered for him to get the point across ( not that he COULD, but that wasn’t the point ). a gloved hand was firm on her shoulder, easing her back down on to the bed when she tried to get up. despite their enhanced physiology, it didn’t make them invulnerable, and in their last battle, she had exerted herself beyond what she was capable of despite her injuries. the wounds might’ve closed, but black bolt wasn’t convinced, the worry evident on his features as he barely made any effort to hide it. in a bid to keep her on the bed, he sat down beside her, the mattress caving slightly beneath his weight as he carded his fingers gently through her hair. he knew that despite the wild shock of hair, she could feel every touch upon every inch of it, as if they all had nerve endings. he hoped this might help to comfort her, to prevent her injuries from exacerbating if she continued to exert herself.
royaltresses replied to your post “"Maximus. I have a task for you."”
"There is a likelihood. *Joy* is involved in the process."
“Count me in. Is it a devious deed? They are my favorite.”
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@royaltresses replied to your post: “As the humans say, I’m a boss ass bitch.”
“ ‘Bitch’ proves accurate.”
“Are you trying to seduce me? If you are, it is working.”
❝ do you remember it ? sitting just like this , watching the earth rise across the lunar horizon. ❞ she does. she’d felt so much younger then ; 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄. the promise of an eventual return to their mother-planet. 𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙴.
ONLY A MEMORY NOW. she sighs raising her hand to the glass pane that separates them from open sky , lifting her hand to measure the distance from the city skyline to the rising moon. ❝ it never looked this pretty though. all those dreams and speeches , and no one ever once mentioned how much lovelier the sunset is on earth. ❞
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Hairbrushing for her was an intimate routine only reserved for the ones she would trust with her life. Blackagar was one of them. A tiny smile as she looked back at him via the mirror of her dressing table, Medusa raised a hairbrush over her shoulder for him to take.
their room was a peaceful one, with the cool night breeze and dim lighting illuminating their features. black bolt’s thoughts wandered briefly – thinking of everything, but also nothing at the same time. as he cleared his mind of the day’s emotions ( sometimes, they were fresh, and sometimes, they were dredged up from the past ), he felt her enter, even if his eyes weren’t open. he always knew it was her, for they had shared almost a lifetime together. no matter where their paths led them, it would always bring them back to each other, into each other’s arms. there were now no secrets between them, no hidden truths. he trusted her judgement as much as she did his, and together, they ruled over new attilan together.
but sometimes, he couldn’t help but be reminded of how much it had took to get them both to this point. they had suffered, they had fought, and as he caressed her hair gently, he was reminded of a battle they’d once wrought, where they feigned retreat and loss in order to trick their enemies. he remembered her expression when he’d told her what she had to do, and he couldn’t fathom putting her into such a situation ever again. as if his disciplined silence wasn’t already sufficient, guilt robbed him of the ability to act for a brief moment, staring in muted silence at her before she held the hairbrush out.
if he could speak, he’d talk at length about how much he loved her. how lucky he was to have her by his side, how beautiful she was. how regal. but he also knew that between them, there were no words needed. what they couldn’t communicate via voice was conveyed through gentle touches and delicate kisses pressed against skin, through careful caresses through her hair. calloused fingers curled around the brush, and though he said nothing, the smile on his face was a sufficient indicator of how much he treasured this moment and how much it meant to her. and so they sat there for the rest of the evening in peaceful silence, the only sounds between them the brush making its way through her crimson locks, and with him stealing kisses every once in a while.