I love me some gen threads, especially funny or drama-filled ones, but I am also shamelessly here for shipping AUs. The general Liem-shipping vibe is "I want more than this, but I shouldn't & they can't possibly want me back," so if you're into that, I've got what you need. His default setting is very D&D-like high fantasy, but I'm comfortable playing him in modern fantasy settings as well. Pretty much any prompt can also accommodate Liem being a full vampire instead of a dhampir, if that's your thing.
Prompts for inspiration:
• Arranged Marriage: Liem's shady vampire family has arranged his marriage to you, but he seems a rather reluctant fiance.
• Bodyguard Shipping: It's Liem's duty to keep you safe and out of trouble, possibly despite your best efforts.
• Companion to Royalty: Reclusive vampire king Liem and YOU! Are you a gift from a local power? Sacrifice from the townsfolk? Or did you just stumble up the road to his castle during a storm?
• Enemies to Lovers: Maybe Liem is a foreign agent trying to sabotage your country or organization. Or maybe you're rebelling against the current regime and he's trying to take you in.
• Fake Dating/Fake Married: A relationship is your cover story while you're travelling for some secret reason. Gotta keep up appearances.
• Hunter & Hunted: Are you a hunter trying to track Liem down? Or a snack that proved more than he bargained for?
• Hurt (Comfort Optional): Whether he's hurt, sick, drugged, or just upset, two things remain constant: Liem needs help, and he doesn't want to accept it. But maybe you don't want to fix him anyway; maybe you want to make him worse.
• Living a Lie: Whether you're undercover on a mission, or you lied to cover something up and now you have to commit, you're stuck playing a role until you accomplish some secret objective — or until you can shake off your nosy company.
• Loss of Control: For whatever reason, one of you is struggling not to go berserk — or perhaps has already failed. If it's Liem, can you help him come back to himself, or are you the one pushing him over the edge?
• Out of the Frying Pan: The classic "tried to help someone in trouble, ended up with a new and possibly worse problem" situation. But at least you're in it together!
• Priest/Celibacy: Default here is that Liem is the priest, but it could go the other way. Smutty, or just laden with UST? You decide.
• Texting: Stupid TFLN-style text threads, my beloved...
• Random Scenario: For if none of the above tickle your fancy.
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As you say, Sir.
[He is not Liem's prince, but he is the favoured son of the High King, and ultimately there is nothing Liem can do to persuade him one way or another in this matter. He has no choice but to accept it graciously.
But like hell is he going to permit any faerie courtier picked by Dain to set foot anywhere within his home.
When Dain rises, Liem has cause to be especially glad that he hadn't drunk deeply of his mead. He sets his mostly-full cup aside, rising along with the prince so he can once again continue his tradition of being dwarfed by all Cardan's annoyingly-tall male relations.]
My visits with them have been unfailingly instructional. I would gladly cross blades with you as well, Sir.
[He's less glad at the prospect of being shown up by the man who seems so ready to view his own baby brother as an annoyance and an embarrassment, but nonetheless, morbid curiosity compels Liem to accompany the middle prince away from the fire, his silver toothpick sword and his main gauche kept close at hand as always. Like the redcaps, Dain has the advantage of reach over him, on top of his age and experience. Still, Liem will do his best with what he has, which is mostly youthful discipline and a vampire's preternatural speed.
After the prince departs, he finds he has little desire to linger in the company of the sharp-eyed knights. Saying his respectful goodbyes, he traverses the palace's beautiful earthen halls back to the rooms where he'd left his sleeping husband, his head abuzz with thoughts that he doesn't wish to be alone with.
It's an uncommon sentiment for him; he's most used to seeking solitude when confronted with a problem he doesn't know how to solve. The desire to spill his troubles into his husband's waiting ear is new, and unnerving in its sudden intensity — but Cardan is Liem's only refuge in this entire strange land, and he now finds that he misses him keenly.]
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He does not tarry once they are finished, and his goodbye is friendly but detached.
In the meantime, Cardan has had a lovely evening.
He doesn't feel -- rested, exactly, but there is a pleasant ache in his bones that recalls a job done well. He'd slept deeply for a long time, first bundled up with his husband and then on his own, only occasionally waking to pick at the refreshments left by his bed. When sleep does finally recede, it does so slowly; he spends a long time drifting in and out of soft, dreamy thoughts, of cool fingers clasped against his and the sharp scent of frost. He feels oddly content with it, wrung free of the tension that has plagued his mind long before he'd ever left Faerie.
Thoughts of his brothers are the furthest thing from his mind.
When Liem returns, Cardan is still in bed, though he has found a bowl of pomegranates to snack upon. He looks up at the sound of the door, puts the book down, and stretches a deep, languid stretch. The fingertips of his left hand are stained red. ]
Have you had enough callisthenics for the night?
[ It's a little early for Liem's return; it occurs to Cardan that he might have been worried, which is foolish but endearing. ]
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Pausing just past the door, he breathes a short sigh before making his way further into the room, stripping off his sword belt as he goes.]
Not exactly. I was diverted.
[The sword belt with its slim, decorated leather sheathes slumps onto a convenient table, discarded. Coming to the foot of the bed, Liem perches upon its edge so he can lean down and unlace his boots with quick, jittery movements of his fingers. It probably would have done him good to stick around the training yard to burn off his nerves, but he just hadn’t been in the mood by the time Dain had given his princely farewells and taken his leave.]
Your brother was there. He seemed quite pleased by the chance to speak with me.
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Which brother?
[ It should probably have been obvious, but he cannot tell. He would not have expected Liem to be so disquieted by either of them -- and he seems more jittery than Cardan has seen him since they dismounted from the ragwort steeds.
Anxiety coils in his belly, hot and acrid. There is no point to it: regardless of whether Liem met with Dain or Balekin, it would have happened eventually. And it's not like his husband is any less safe here than he would be anywhere else -- not if any of Cardan's family wanted to harm him badly enough. Not like he was harmed, by the look of him.
He breathes out, making a conscious effort to relax the hold of his shoulders, to look as unaffected as possible. He suddenly feels very vulnerable with naught but the sheets draped over his lap to protect him from whatever Liem is about to tell him.
But at least they hide his suddenly twitchy tail, and this much he is grateful for. ]
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Prince Dain.
[Once he’s unlaced his boots, he straightens, toeing off first one and then the other. When he looks over at Cardan, his expression is sober, though he doesn’t pause in divesting himself of the afternoon’s garb, shrugging out of his jacket even as he watches his spouse force the tension from his posture.
The frown that has taken up residence on his own face and the restless energy lingering in his hands likely give him away, but he doesn’t see the point in pretending to be unruffled about this. If anything, he thinks it would be more concerning for him to be completely at ease after a run-in with the man they are, ultimately, here in order to scheme against.]
He invited me to have a drink with him, and we spoke a little. [Glancing away, he tosses his jacket over a nearby chair, then thumbs open the buttons at his throat as he returns his gaze to his husband.] Then we had a bout, which he of course won handily, and he took his leave.
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Well-- distracts is not the right term. It only hits him on a delay; he swallows, his mouth growing tight despite his best effort at inscrutability. ]
You fool, [ he says softly, which is unfair. How could Liem have refused a prince? And still, Liem should have found a way, because the thought of his sharing gossip with Dain makes Cardan's chest ache in a profoundly mortifying way.
Cardan reaches out, intent on beckoning close the husband he's just berated. But then: if Liem is going to undress, he should do it where Cardan can touch him. ]
Come here.
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But at Cardan’s instruction, he rises and comes without complaint to sit beside him, dishevelled and half-undressed, with his shirt fallen open at the throat. Given the unpleasant direction his afternoon has taken, those words are more welcome than any others Liem can imagine coming from his husband’s lips just now. His nearness is ever a balm to Liem’s nerves, whatever myriad frustrations inflict themselves upon him.]
We spoke of you, [he admits, though surely to no real surprise. Still, reluctance drags at his words as he undoes the buttons at his cuffs.] And he… implied that he was going to find companions for you, so you would not be without other folk in Ironside. I would not be surprised if that was the reason he wished to speak with me to begin with.
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—is that what so rattled you? Please. He will have given me a boon.
I do so seldom get the chance to tell his lackeys to walk off a pier.
[ He lifts his hands so he can catch Liem’s face in the cage of his fingers, uncaring of the fact that his left is still sticky with juice. His eyes traverse Liem’s features with the sharp attention of someone looking for injury, though of course there is none. The thing that concerns him would not be so easily noticed.
He represses the wild, unreasonable urge to mark that white throat, as if it were a ward against Dain’s corrupting influence. Just thinking of him in Liem’s vicinity makes Cardan feel a little ill. ]
He spoke with you so that he could take your measure. [ And presumably so he could drip poison in Liem’s ear if not his stomach. ] And because, if she is smart, his assassin will not have returned to his employ.
[ Which means that Dain is surely wondering what happened — and how much they know. ]
What did you tell him?
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As far as Liem is concerned, the danger or lack thereof presented by unwelcome faerie tag-alongs is of little issue. He mislikes the attitude Cardan’s brothers take toward his spouse, like he is theirs first and foremost, regardless of where he now lives or whom he has married. It disturbs an angry jealousy from somewhere deep in his chest, which grows wilder, more rabid with each move Dain makes to poke his pedigreed fingers between them.
He is my brother, Dain had said, and expected Liem to defer to him simply because of his status and his blood. But Cardan belongs to Liem, not Dain, and the need to pretend otherwise tastes bitter indeed.]
I told him what I would tell any of your kin or companions if they asked about our marriage. [His fingers fall still on an undone sleeve cuff, and he leans his face gently into Cardan’s non-sticky hand, his expression sober.] That you are difficult, and demanding, and loath to speak of yourself. I also told him that our marriage is a business matter, that none of your friends were at our wedding, and that you’ve shunned the company of my house’s attendants.
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And still, the thought of Dain gloating over his business matter marriage makes his mouth thin. And though he usually delights in being both demanding and difficult, this time, it feels like a flaw -- like he's being criticized for it. It's such a stupid thing to feel. He is angry at himself for it, not that this makes it any better.
He slides his hands from Liem's face and leans back against the pillows, his eyes half-lidded to give less of himself away. ]
And I imagine he was exceedingly sympathetic.
[ The smile he directs at Liem is more than a little bitter. He cannot seem to help it: Dain ever puts him on the defensive, like an animal snarling out of fear. ]
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Perhaps on some level, his husband wishes he could have shunned his golden older brother completely, instead of telling him pleasing half-truths. The slow-growing nature of their con does rather involve a dearth of personal satisfaction in the present.]
Of course. [He raises an eyebrow as he continues to regard his spouse, his tone decidedly dry.] He wielded his sympathies for me just as elegantly as he did his sword.
[That is to say, he was effective at maintaining control and at making himself look good. Liem had spent too much time in his father's company to regard the exchange in any other way, no matter how mild and genteel his manner. The comparison Cardan had drawn between him and Iago, back in Ironside, rings decidedly true.]
Your brother wears his manners very well, though I could not call him charming. [The flesh around his eyes tightens slightly as his fingers move again, restlessly, to drum against his thigh.] There is more of snake about him than of falcon. [Slippery, arrogant bastard.] And frankly, the way he speaks of you pisses me off.
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Liem's scorn of his brother is welcome, but it feels like a trick.
He doesn't want Liem to see the doubt nor the vulnerability it fosters, but he cannot entirely wipe the frown off his face. Instead, he will catch those cool, restless fingers in his own, aiming to tug Liem closer against his own body, so Cardan can look into his face and read the secrets hiding there. ]
You are rarely so protective of my honour. [ Especially considering all the things he'd just said about Cardan to Cardan. ] What could he have possibly told you about me?
[ ...lots of things, actually, now that he thinks about it, and none of them very good. ]
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What are you talking about? [His murmur is a little bitter.] I painted you as a burden and a nuisance, and your brother encouraged me every step of the way, smiling as though we were doing you a kindness.
[Is it better if most of what Liem told Dain was broadly true? He doesn’t think it is. Even if it is better for them to seem at odds as a married couple, Liem’s character is not the one being slandered in the process.]
He bid me not to judge you — for flaws he took every opportunity to lay at your feet. Negligence, churlishness, ungratefulness. Like he wanted us to bond over how trying it is to deal with you.
[Even tucked against Cardan as he is, tension radiates from Liem, betraying his agitation as he speaks of his meeting with his spouse’s elder brother. Fuck him for speaking of Cardan like a badly-behaved family pet, and one with a habit of making messes in front of guests, at that.
The smiling, two-faced charm is aggravatingly familiar, especially because he’s already fielded similar conversations from Iago about his new spouse. Coming from his father the veiled condemnations didn’t carry such a sting, but they seem especially offensive from Cardan’s own kin.]
It’s disgraceful, coming from an elder relation who purports to be looking out for you. That he thinks himself entitled to make even the smallest decision about your life in my home is insulting.
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In any case, this is an outcome he hadn't planned for. He cannot hide his bewilderment, though at least showing that is better than betraying the tender ache in his chest. In all his life, he cannot ever remember being so ardently defended -- and Liem, of all people, owes him nothing of the sort. Even if he had much reason to lie, Cardan does not think him a good enough actor to fake the hard, jittery tension in his body, in those elegant hands.
He wraps his arm around Liem, trapping him where he rests against himself. The pleased little flutter in his stomach is inappropriate, but he cannot help it: it happens whenever his husband is close, now. He has stubbornly refused to examine it any further. ]
But Liem, [ he will counter, the half-smile around his mouth still a little puzzled, ] I am trying to deal with, and churlish, and ungrateful. And many, much worse things besides.
[ And if he claims it like an achievement, it's only because he's spent so much of his life treating it as one. ]
Besides, I care not for Dain's opinion of me. [ He slides his mouth against the tense line of Liem's jaw and-- hesitates for an infinitely small moment. ] Only yours.
[ It's not a smart thing to admit to; perhaps he would not have, had he not spent the past night and day having his way with Liem, claiming him so thoroughly that he could surely only be Cardan's, if only for the next little while. ]
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It's just that the injustice of it rankles him — because it's Cardan, and because he is coming to understand that those callous, difficult thorns that Dain so scorns are Cardan's refuge against a court that would bleed him dry if it could. Of course those thorns have grown as tall and gnarled as ancient hedges. And of course hacking at the edges will only make them grow back twice as thick.
He hopes it spoils Dain's night whenever he's confronted with them. He hopes he scratches himself raw, and decides it's more trouble than it's worth to bother with Cardan at all.
Reluctantly, he allows himself to be quieted by the comforting circle of Cardan's arm about him. Some of the tension bleeds from him as he fits himself against his husband, his hands sliding around to worm their way between the pillows and Cardan's back.]
My opinion, you need not be concerned about. [Dipping his head, he presses a cool kiss against the crook of Cardan's neck and shoulder.] Unlike some people, I have no wish to master you — so I am free to enjoy your company even when you are at your most tempestuous.
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He finds himself half amazed, half endeared -- as he ever is when Liem finds something worth bitching about. Even if it's usually not issues of quite such import. ]
It is novel to see someone angry on my behalf. I don't imagine he expected it from you any more than I did.
[ He cannot recall another instance of such a thing; it's a little funny to think about what Dain's reaction might have been, even though Cardan ardently hopes he did not notice.
The slide of cool hands on his back makes him sigh and tip his head against the brush of Liem's mouth. ]
How rare a creature you are.
[ And how very dressed, still. Though he cannot say he dislikes Liem like this: with his throat bare and his cuffs undone, delectable in his dishevelment. It's just that Cardan has gained a deep and enduring appreciation of trapping his husband in bed as of late, and he's not sure how he will cope when they return to Ironside. ]
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He remembers, belatedly, his intention to transition into undress. His irritation had distracted him, and now he finds that he is already well occupied, wrapped around his husband with his neck within easy reach of his lips. He is disinclined to release him now, even to shed the rest of his clothes.]
I hope he still doesn't expect it, [he murmurs dryly.] I hope he simply thinks me mild-mannered and fussy for our entire stay.
[And then after that, besides. Liem would prefer if the day Dain realized his error was the day the crown finally slipped from his grasp. He did his best to pretend that his irritation was only for Cardan, and not for the elder prince himself, but he could not say how successful he ultimately was.
But he is more occupied with how rare sounds like an unparalleled compliment coming from Cardan's lips, and how perfect he feels fitted against him, like he was made just for Liem, for his hands and his body and his mouth. How deceptive that feeling is, when half a year ago they'd barely known of each other's existence, and when their marriage, unlike them, was not made to last forever.]
He did tell me something about you though, actually. [Something he might have known already, if not for the already-recognized truth of his husband's unwillingness to talk about himself.] He said that you were meant to be Princess Nicasia's, before you were wedded to me.
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Cardan's smile is exquisitely bitter. ]
Of course he did.
[ He doesn't want to talk about it. It's painful and embarrassing, and old news besides. But he will not give Dain the satisfaction of ruining the one good thing he has been given-- not on account of Cardan's hurt feelings, at any rate. Ultimately, it is just one more in a long tally of bruises laid at his brother's feet.
He sighs and leans back against the pillows so that he may look at Liem. The line of his jaw is hard, the body under Liem's hands tense. ]
I was meant to be no one's. But Nicasia and I were once together, and schemed for her to take me as her consort -- that much is true. I thought I could be happier in the Undersea than on land.
[ He frowns; his tail is twitchy once more. ]
It's salty and oppressive and full of drowned mortals, but at least no one was likely to be beating me. And I did love her. It seemed rather like an improvement.
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Which is why he is surprised when, despite his obvious bitterness, that is exactly what Cardan does.
Noting the tension this topic has wound up inside his husband, Liem has to resist the impulse to slide further into bed to insinuate himself once more against his chest. Probably Cardan would prefer that he didn't just now.]
That seems a pleasing political union, as well, [he notes, but soberly, a pensive frown creasing his grave, intent face. He waits, patient and still.
He does not like thinking about Cardan being beaten, even though he knows of course that the scars on his back are not the marks of fighting. The thought of Cardan choosing to live surrounded by corpses and chilly saltwater to escape his life in Elfhame is immensely depressing.
But he chooses not to examine the nervous clutching in his chest when Cardan says I did love her. It's not like whom he loves or used to love is any of Liem's business, regardless.]
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Liem's comment prompts a derisive snort from him. ]
It was. That is why, when I found her in bed with Locke, everyone was quick to tell me to get over it and win her back.
Which was unnecessary, as he dumped her shortly after.
[ The quick, sardonic flash of his smile is habitual-- a Locke, right? what a guy kind of expression. It's a little funny, in a horrible way. And even if Locke meant to humiliate him alongside Nicasia, it is a kind of justice.
But the smile flees his face immediately. He folds his fingers over Liem's face again, and though he is still tense, his eyes burn with some emotion that is just this side of desperate. He needs Liem to understand this; if he doesn't, what is the point of any of it? ]
But she was the person I trusted. We had grown up together. She knew everything.
I could not see her the same way I had before.
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Why is Cardan telling him this? The sober expression Liem had donned against the uncertainty of this topic falters, something in his eyes turning a little besieged. While he has become accustomed to his husband’s moods and whims and secrets and deflections, he flounders in the face of his honesty, seeking hidden meanings where none exist.
What is he supposed to say to this? What is there to say? The experience had surely been humiliating, and yet Cardan has shared it all with him to… make Liem trust him? To reassure him not to be suspicious of his closeness with Nicasia?
And why… why would anyone with Cardan’s love turn their sights from him for even a moment? Somehow, that remains the most bewildering question of all.]
… I am not sure I could forgive someone for wronging me that way, [he says at length. He wonders, but does not ask, if Cardan’s quickness to anger at some things between them has been spurred in past from humiliation from people close to him.] I’m surprised you would still desire their companionship.
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His thumb finds the corner of his husband's mouth, brushes along the soft curve of his bottom lip. His gaze turns a little less pained and a little more considering. ]
They had their punishment from me. [ Years of it, at that. He had always been cruel, but the breakup had extinguished the last of his good humour and left only the most awful parts of him. Locke and Nicasia had certainly not been spared his thorns. That they had stayed at all is to their grudging credit. ] And everyone else was still dull.
Besides, they taught me a lesson: that no safety and no comfort is worth being with someone who would betray you.
[ For a long time, he assumed that meant not being with anyone at all. How strange, then, to be here, in the land of his birth, with a man he had been almost sure he would end up resenting. How strange to find himself trusting in someone he's known less than half a year, when he had thought he would never trust anyone again. ]
...I suppose this was not the tale you expected.
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But the caress at his mouth does placate him some, as his husband’s touch always seems to. Even if he finds it supremely ironic that Cardan would accuse the broad majority of Elfhame’s folk of being dull, and still content himself in a marriage with a man who devotes most of his time to organization and paperwork.]
It wasn’t, [he agrees. Not even Liem is attentive enough to have already guessed that his husband’s previous relationship had ended in such a way, regardless of Cardan’s obvious predilection towards possessiveness.
Perhaps this revelation provides Liem a little extra insight into the Undersea princess’s unfaltering disdain for him. After all, a princess’s ego surely wouldn’t welcome her having been replaced by a lover so annoyingly inferior.]
If anything, I was expecting less forthrightness. [When was the last time Cardan had been so honest with him about something he was plainly unwilling to talk about? It had been months, surely, and he hadn’t thought this would be the conversation to change that.
Gently, he slides one of his hands free from his husband’s back so he can cover Cardan’s fingers with his own.]
Especially since I interrupted your leisure with a headache.
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[ Very weird of Liem to be such a jock, actually, when he's also such an accountant. Cardan will never understand the fascination with grunting about on training fields when there are much better ways to get one's heart going. For example: twisting his palm so he can lace his fingers through Liem's and press his mouth to his husband's knuckles, his breath brushing over Liem's fingers as he speaks. ]
And as he is the type of vermin that thrives on secrets, I am compelled to give up mine.
[ Harder, that way, for Dain to insinuate suspicion between them. Besides, it hadn't been as awful as he'd expected. Oh, he feels strange about it -- sensitive, exposed like the feeling of bare skin after unbandaging a freshly healed wound. But even if Liem gives him little to go on in terms of his feelings, and even if he thinks less of Cardan for allowing himself to be so tricked -- well, so be it, so long as he has no cause to think Cardan unfaithful.
He smiles, this time a little crookedly. ]
As ordinary as they may end up being.
[ After all, this kind of betrayal is hardly rare in either of their courts. ]
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He raises an eyebrow as he regards his husband, even as Cardan takes his hand and brushes his lips over it. But all he says is, mildly,] Pursuing a hobby is important.
[Especially for Liem, who is discouraged from trying to stab anyone or anything during the normal course of his work. If nothing else, the opportunity to regularly engage in controlled violence helps him be normal with the aggravating immortals he’s obligated to deal with on a nightly basis.
Not that he is at all aggravated now, for all that his husband is certainly accomplished in that particular area. He is a little unsettled, still. He has spent the last few months of his life attempting to win some measure of his prickly new spouse’s trust, and now that it seems he has what he wants, he cannot quite suppress the queasy anxiety that, inevitably, he will fail Cardan spectacularly in his own way.
He tries not to give the thought credence. Though this is hardly a comfort, surely their marriage will not last long enough for that, regardless.]
Even so, I am pleased to be trusted with them, [he says. And he nudges their twined hands aside, enough so that he can lean in and kiss his husband properly.]
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