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“Name one hero who was happy."
I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back.
"You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
"I can't."
"I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
"Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.
"I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."
"Why me?"
"Because you're the reason. Swear it."
"I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.
"I swear it," he echoed.
We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned.
"I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
― The Song of Achilles
I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back.
"You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
"I can't."
"I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
"Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.
"I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."
"Why me?"
"Because you're the reason. Swear it."
"I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.
"I swear it," he echoed.
We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned.
"I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
― The Song of Achilles
“I want you," said Damen.
"You've had me," said Laurent. "Twice.
I can still feel the . . . sensation of it."
Laurent shifted, just so. Damen buried
his face in Laurent's neck and groaned,
and there was laughter too, and
something akin to happiness that hurt as
it pushed at the inside of his chest.
"Stop it. You will not be able to walk,"
said Damen.
"I'd welcome the chance to walk," said
Laurent. "I have to ride a horse.”
― Captive Prince: Volume Two
"You've had me," said Laurent. "Twice.
I can still feel the . . . sensation of it."
Laurent shifted, just so. Damen buried
his face in Laurent's neck and groaned,
and there was laughter too, and
something akin to happiness that hurt as
it pushed at the inside of his chest.
"Stop it. You will not be able to walk,"
said Damen.
"I'd welcome the chance to walk," said
Laurent. "I have to ride a horse.”
― Captive Prince: Volume Two
“Did you learn the rotation of the border patrols?â€� said Laurent.
‘Yes, our scouts found—�
Laurent was standing in the doorway wearing a chiton of unadorned white cotton.
Damen dropped the pitcher.
It shattered, shards flying outward as it slipped from his fingers and hit the stone floor.
Laurent’s arms were bare. His throat was bare. His collarbone was bare, and most of his thighs, his long legs, and all of his left shoulder. Damen stared at him.
‘You’re wearing Akielon clothing,� said Damen.
‘Everyone’s wearing Akielon clothing,� said Laurent.
Damen thought that the pitcher had shattered and he could not now take a deep draught of the wine. Laurent came forward, navigating the broken ceramic in his short cotton and sandalled feet, until he reached the seat beside Damen, where the map was laid out on the wooden table.
‘Once we know the rotation of the patrols, we’ll know when to approach,� said Laurent.
Laurent sat down.
‘We need to approach at the beginning of their rotation in order to give us the most time before they report back to the fort.�
It was even shorter sitting down.
‘D²¹³¾±ð²Ô.â€�
‘Yes. Sorry,â€� said Damen. And then: ‘What were you saying?”
― Kings Rising
‘Yes, our scouts found—�
Laurent was standing in the doorway wearing a chiton of unadorned white cotton.
Damen dropped the pitcher.
It shattered, shards flying outward as it slipped from his fingers and hit the stone floor.
Laurent’s arms were bare. His throat was bare. His collarbone was bare, and most of his thighs, his long legs, and all of his left shoulder. Damen stared at him.
‘You’re wearing Akielon clothing,� said Damen.
‘Everyone’s wearing Akielon clothing,� said Laurent.
Damen thought that the pitcher had shattered and he could not now take a deep draught of the wine. Laurent came forward, navigating the broken ceramic in his short cotton and sandalled feet, until he reached the seat beside Damen, where the map was laid out on the wooden table.
‘Once we know the rotation of the patrols, we’ll know when to approach,� said Laurent.
Laurent sat down.
‘We need to approach at the beginning of their rotation in order to give us the most time before they report back to the fort.�
It was even shorter sitting down.
‘D²¹³¾±ð²Ô.â€�
‘Yes. Sorry,â€� said Damen. And then: ‘What were you saying?”
― Kings Rising
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