He lifts the boy's chin to look him in the face, and the prince is shy as his eyes look away.
"You're a little love junkie, aren't you?" the large man asks. The young master bites his lip, shivering with shame. "Is love a drug to you?"
"I…I apologize." the weak muttering falls from the boy's lips, but as if to undo the words the elder leans in to kiss the guilt away, taking the boy's shame with him as he does.
"It is alright," he mumbles. He hears the young master's voice hitch in his throat when he elects to rest a palm on his hip, pulling him into his lap on the bed. "Sometimes a drug…is a medicine that you use to heal."
The thing they don't tell you about fried egg runny yolk is that if you put it in a sandwich it will be the best most delicious thing and you can mop up the egg with the bread, but in exchange you Will get so so messy and covered in egg yolk
not "i ship these characters" or "i want them to bond platonically" but a secret 3rd thing (I want them to be forced to interact by the Narrative bc they would HATE that)
You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side
Went to a masquerade ball and danced with a charming butch, but she left hurriedly at midnight, muttering excuses about waking up early to build a deck. I've been searching the lands for her ever since with this massive carabiner she dropped...