[A year ago, Liem never would have supposed that next summer would see him and his betrothed so happily, effortlessly married. Of all the struggles he must face as the weeks go by, almost none of them are his husband’s doing—not unless he counts the tasks Cardan sets him during intimacy, for his own amusement. He could not have guessed that his spouse would make his work nights pass more easily, make parties more tolerable, bring more joy to his precious spare hours. He could not have foreseen that the simple touch of Cardan’s hand would make him feel so at peace.
Would that they could both stay here and devote the next hours to only more of this. Instead, Liem sits up from the task of lacing his boots and insinuates an arm around his husband’s waist, pulling Cardan briefly against him so he can lean close and steal a warm, easy kiss.]
Let us go, husband.
[The house awaits them, and with it, food and clean sheets for his wearied spouse. Liem has an interest in enjoying those clean sheets as well, once he’s tackled the most pressing things on the night’s agenda. It has been a very long day.]
[ So they go. It turns out, to Cardan's mild chagrin, that his husband is indeed serious about bearing him home in his arms. Since he cannot very well refuse an offer he has already agreed to -- and he is excruciatingly, bone-shiveringly tired -- he soon finds himself nestled securely against Liem as they traverse the night forest.
It's comfortable. So comfortable that he dozes off against Liem's shoulder soon into the journey, and finds himself blinking blearily at the house upon their arrival. He will take the offer of food and a change of clothing, though he stubbornly refuses to sleep alone, dragging himself into the office so he can nap on Liem's couch instead. And when they finally do slip between the sheets, his last thought is that he has never been so happy to be so utterly exhausted. ]
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Would that they could both stay here and devote the next hours to only more of this. Instead, Liem sits up from the task of lacing his boots and insinuates an arm around his husband’s waist, pulling Cardan briefly against him so he can lean close and steal a warm, easy kiss.]
Let us go, husband.
[The house awaits them, and with it, food and clean sheets for his wearied spouse. Liem has an interest in enjoying those clean sheets as well, once he’s tackled the most pressing things on the night’s agenda. It has been a very long day.]
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It's comfortable. So comfortable that he dozes off against Liem's shoulder soon into the journey, and finds himself blinking blearily at the house upon their arrival. He will take the offer of food and a change of clothing, though he stubbornly refuses to sleep alone, dragging himself into the office so he can nap on Liem's couch instead. And when they finally do slip between the sheets, his last thought is that he has never been so happy to be so utterly exhausted. ]