aphotic irises swivel to the other man with brows raised  there’s always been a particular contrast between the two. obscurities resonate from casimier’s existence , wintry eyes concealed secrets of a tale untold. theodore radiated a foreign light , one that could have very well been the reason he found himself drawn to him from the day they met.    a smirk curled upon his lips to shield surprise. of course it may have seemed like an absurd location , but casimier preferred the isolation from his family.

mischief in his eyes mirrored the moonlight as his feet redirected himself closer in theodore’s direction. 

deciding to fish for a reaction , rather than react to being caught.❝ maybe i knew you’d follow me here. you were always predictable , teddy. ❞  the words were laced with a teasing note of familiarity. and casimier knew him better than anyone , he’d certainly like to think so. because he could say for certain that the roles were vice versa. only he found himself succumbed to the devil’s work , something he has yet to confess and he may die with that on his conscious.  that day could be coming soon and he could see fate already gearing up to rear its ugly head.

looking into his eyes, one would believe no time has gone by.  if not for his stubborn nature, theodore could almost return to that time all those years ago.  how many seasons had passed since they last laid eyes on each other?  he never bothered to count.  hazel eyes break his gaze and takes in casimier’s form.  he looked well and handsome as ever but pushes the thought from his mind as quickly as it appeared.  this was not the time nor place for such nonsense.

hearing his name leave those lips twists at his heart.  only a small handful of people were allowed to use such a nickname.  it felt warm and familiar and it only upset him further.  theodore takes a step back, stopping the other’s advances.  he will not fall prey to his charm.  “ and you were always so infuriating.  ”  a smile threatens to form but theodore refuses to give casimier the satisfaction. he always knew how to get a rise out of him.  “  well, you have succeeded in luring me here.  ”  

❛                …                your        words        say        one        thing,                but        why        do        i        get        the        feeling        the        apology        is        not        entirely        honest?                ❜                they        jest.                she        sure        must’ve        looked        a        fool,                &                she        finds        no        malice        in        his        amusement.                (        if        you        were        in        his        shoes,                you’d        be        laughing        too                ).                a        hand        rests        an        inch        above        the        skin        center        of        her        breasts,                a        little        flushed,                a        girl        who        can’t        get        their        heart        to        settle.                a        smile        of        her        own        mirrors        his,                taking        a        second        to        respond,                gaze        moving        with        his        to        observe        the        gardens        they’d        unknowingly        stumbled        upon.

❛                you        wouldn’t        mind?                ❜                they        hum                ,                looking        back        towards        the        prince                .                ❛                i’m        afraid        i’d        get        more        lost        without        one.                ❜                (                you’ll        get        lost        regardless,                but        at        least        now,                you        won’t        have        to        worry        about        any        more        silent        mice.                )

a breath of fresh air.  her wit has piqued his interest.  most ladies are rather dull, the prince finds.  though he had a sneaking suspicion this particular lady was quite capable of handling herself.  the smile on his face only grows,   “  oh, but i am entirely in earnest,  ”  hazel eyes refuse to break her gaze.  “   i assure you.  ”

the prince shakes his head,  “  i should not dream of such a thing.  my beloved mother would scold me for merely entertaining the idea.  ”  hand gestures in the direction of the correct path.  “  this is the way.  after you, miss.  ”

“  surely you did not think your arrival would go unnoticed by me.  ”  was there any other moment in the prince’s life that felt more satisfying than this? he could not recall. theodore hoped to catch him when least expected. it felt most appropriate considering casimier’s failed attempt to sneak about like a common thief. fortunately, prince theodore had eyes and ears everywhere... and they were only too eager to share the news of prince casimier’s sighting.

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they’ll        tell        you,                they’re        not        lost,                merely        taking        in        the        scenery                -                but        the        frustration        transparent        in        their        eyes        betrays        her.                completely                &                utterly        lost.                ❛                damn        it        all.                ❜                meduse        cursed        once,                biting        the        inside        of        her        cheek        to        keep        herself        from        cursing        again                :                but        it        got        caught        by        surprise!                control        slipping        as        they        turn,                face        first        with        a        body        that        she        swore        could        not        have        been        there        previously.                ❛                be        still        my        heart,        you        are        quiet!                ❜

douglas booth, 26, gondour, cis-male. ––– i believe that is theodore boucher, the prince of gondour. they are twenty-six years old and are known to be very witty & charming, though they can also be very reckless & unforgiving. they remind me of midnight strolls in the rain, the sound of glass shattering on the floor, and stolen glances from across the room.