#tzedakahrule

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                   He doesn’t know how this happened. Any of it. Obvious mysteries aside (like how he’d even wound up here), he doesn’t know when or how Elya snuck up on him the way he has, & Enjolras is afraid of misstepping. He’s a stranger here, after all, & Elyakim is royalty. He’s a king. There must be a thousand & one people better suited for him than Enjolras, than a man whose main calling in life is proverbially setting to fire all the poisonous things around him & watching them burn to the ground. 

                    & yet –––– a selfish part of Enjolras wants to covet these moments anyway. Because when in the past has he ever had the opportunity, the freedom, to truly be selfish? 

                    He shifts a bit when Elyakim adjusts the bandages, sits a little more upright to give him better leverage. & then –– ! He feels it before he thinks to look down & see it: lips on his collarbone, a quick kiss to his skin, & then the moment is over before Enjolras can even think to breathe. 

                    Elya’s words take longer than necessary to register.     ❝ Evasion. Right. I’ll keep that in mind. ❞     But he doesn’t move to get up just yet. ‘Be selfish,’ his mind whispers, & he yields, shifting & leaning forward a bit, a mimicry of their time sparring the other day when Enjolras had first thought he’d overstepped. His eyes flick first to Elya’s lips, then his eyes –––– his own brown ones are worried & questioning.     ❝ Tell me I’ve misread this situation & I’ll stop, otherwise ... ❞     He trails off, letting the thought conclude itself. 

green eyes like WILDFIRE flicked upward toward the king, and a grin danced crookedly across the ranger’s face. he lifted his hand from where it was resting over his heart to push FIREY red hair out of his face with a warm and genuine laugh.  “ of course MY KING. i must admit that comes as a relief. i do not think i am well very suited for servitude. ”  roy admits, rising from the knee he took to stand at his full height.  “ i have been meaning to challenge queen shulamit to an archery contest. i hear she is quite skilled. and beautiful. ”  he added with a laugh.

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                   They’ve been outside under the sun, sparring for far longer than Enjolras thought he himself was capable of lasting, which is both impressive but also exhausting. His sword is heavy in his hand & he’s starting to swing it in too-wide arches that Elyakim dodges easily, because let’s face it: Enjolras may be a fencing prodigy back home, but here, Elyakim is a king with a lifetime’s worth of experience in his proverbial back pocket. He’s quick & light on his feet &, before Enjolras knows it, has him disarmed, pinned with his back to a tree, Elyakim’s sword hand against his chest & keeping Enj’s own sword hand trapped & out of the way.

                    Elyakim is awfully close now.

             IT’S FOOLISH , HIS SNEAKING AROUND .   he is king after all . there’s no reason for him to slink around in the shadows , avoiding everyone that too is  roaming the halls so late . it takes longer this way , ducking into the corners and crevices where the torches don’t reach when footsteps reach his ears . but it adds a certain thrill to his night to evade contact with anyone but elya . it’s only once the doors to elya’s chambers are in his sight that he stops his foolishness . there’s not a moment of hesitation as caspian lifts a hand and raps lightly at the barrier between him and elyakim . 

             ‘     THE STARS ARE BEAUTIFUL TONIGHT .  the moon less so . if you’re awake , it’d please me if you  joined me to see them .     ’    

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               ‘      elya , why did you phrase it like that ? ‘peeling a WHOLE lemon’ , i mean ? as opposed to what ? half a lemon ? or a quarter ? can you even peel a half or quarter of a lemon ?    ’