[ somehow, it is both surprising and not to discover that aspen, once upon a time, had two lovers at once. of course he did. someone like aspen, with enough care to fill a room several times over, would have enough tenderness to fill several hearts. something laurent knows little about. ]
Crown Prince. [ easier, now, to focus on this than the tragedy that lies quietly between them. there is no balm for the pain of losing the ones you care for most in this world — at least laurent has not found one for his own wounds, even after all these years. aspen is a king. these are the words he keeps turning over in his mind, trying to reconcile his truth with the tiny bird beside him.
but the pieces fit. his demeanor, his concealed wit, his desire to help others — they are all traits of a king. traits that too few kings have. auguste would have been good and just, a rarity among veretian kings. but too long before him there have only been warmongers, content to hold open the bloody rift between kingdoms. even now, his uncle thirsts for war. laurent knows keenly what a poor king looks like, and aspen sits squarely on the opposite end.
he takes the scarf once again and settles it upon aspen's shoulders, this time looping it into a neat knot. it's the smallest measure of comfort he can offer in the face of his tears and choking petals. ]
Do you know how you might recover your memories? [ there are many things in his past painful to him, many things he longs to forget — but if it comes at the price of losing his memories of auguste, he would never make the trade. ]
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Crown Prince. [ easier, now, to focus on this than the tragedy that lies quietly between them. there is no balm for the pain of losing the ones you care for most in this world — at least laurent has not found one for his own wounds, even after all these years. aspen is a king. these are the words he keeps turning over in his mind, trying to reconcile his truth with the tiny bird beside him.
but the pieces fit. his demeanor, his concealed wit, his desire to help others — they are all traits of a king. traits that too few kings have. auguste would have been good and just, a rarity among veretian kings. but too long before him there have only been warmongers, content to hold open the bloody rift between kingdoms. even now, his uncle thirsts for war. laurent knows keenly what a poor king looks like, and aspen sits squarely on the opposite end.
he takes the scarf once again and settles it upon aspen's shoulders, this time looping it into a neat knot. it's the smallest measure of comfort he can offer in the face of his tears and choking petals. ]
Do you know how you might recover your memories? [ there are many things in his past painful to him, many things he longs to forget — but if it comes at the price of losing his memories of auguste, he would never make the trade. ]