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"I have too many fantasies to be a housewife. I guess I am a fantasy." Milan Wynters, Gentleman-in-Waiting of House Medes. 25. And no, I will not always be at your service.
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“You know...we probably should leave the castle at some point. Or this lovely room of yours.” Milan was currently sitting on the side of Naveen’s bed, looking blankly ahead. The moon was out, clear sky, but it was way past the stroke of midnight at this point. He needed to depart to his own room, yet he remained idle. “Also should put some clothes on too.” @naveenmyre
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scrynxmyre:
Arms were outstretched and the prince was bare. revealing his very pride to the world just outside the open space of his chambers. The servant oiled his skin, to protect his skin from the blazing sun. He stepped into his robe the moment Milan entered and he might’ve given him a peek at the beautiful mahogany skin beneath. “Milan!” Saryn smiled, stepping from the small stage. “Please tell me you aren’t here to scold me for leaving, too?”
A brow was merely lifted at the slightly dramatic greeting, but otherwise was unphased by it all. “You’d be in your right to assume that, but no. I’m not.” He stepped forward, closing the door behind him before he walked closer to his cousin. “Just here to make sure everything’s okay.” Milan wrapped Saryn into a quick hug, before thumping him in his forehead. “No one did hurt you...right?” He didn’t want to be overbearing, but his concern was more than obvious for the prince.
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@aureliosmyre
This was...odd. Not also had the King left for another trip and left his Queen-slash-Consort in his steed, but apparently he also had a private meeting with said person that he didn’t know about. Until a servant surprised him with the details a hour ago while bathing, which threw off any plans he might have obtained for later in the evening. So now here he was with Aurelios, wearing what appears to be robe except it was only tied at his waist and covering his lower half, in one of the study rooms in the castle.
“Auntie. What exactly did you summon me here for?”
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BEWARE THOSE BEASTS IN HUMAN SKIN.
BEWARE THOSE WHO CAN’T LET YOU IN.
BECAUSE IF THEY DO, IF THEY DID —
YOU WOULD NEVER BE SEEN AGAIN.
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ALONE and LONELY
are not the same thing.
— but sometimes,
I get CONFUSED
about which I am.
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@scrynxmyre
Compared to the other princes, Milan wasn’t close but wasn’t distant when it came to Saryn. They knew each other, acknowledged each other, and never really had to argue with him. But after this storm, and his recent attempt to escape, he figured it was time to....do what? Not a clue. Being the only cousin, had to mean something though, right? He knocked once, twice, thric, and opened the door ajar. “Hey.”
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JORDAN CALLOWAY
Drumline: A New Beat ( 2014 ) | dir. Bille Woodruff
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LOOK AT THAT FACE! HOW COULD YOU NOT LOVE JORDAN CALLOWAY?
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@naveenmyre@escamyre@taradynmyre@aureliosmyre@milanwynters@scrynxmyre
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naveenmyre:
“Do I look like I’m fucking cozy?” The prince snapped back to his cousin. Turning around, he revealed to Milan the results of his earlier adventures at the beginning of the storm. Being caught in it and getting as many people to safety as possible. Even if the guards had his safety as priority, he needed to make sure he could save as many as possible. It didn’t come without a price though now that he had his arm had been set in a sling. He needed to have it healed and the sprain would definitely be a quick recover with Lobo’s spiritual energy to mend the wound. Though the prince insisted that the mage use his gifts to cater to others who had worse injuries and needed emergency care.
“…I’m sorry.” He apologized for the bite in his tone in his words prior. It was frustrating…the festival had been going so well and of course misfortune had struck. At least he was glad to know his family were safe. “It’s funny because I hadn’t heard from you. I thought I would have to brave Meran’s wrath even like this to get you here.” He adjusted the sling, wincing at the shot of pain running up through his arm. “You already know I have no issue forfeiting my life if it means saving yours.”
If it was anyone else that spoke to him in some brash tone like that, he would simply just snap back at them harder. But this was his cousin in clear pain, both physically and emotionally, and so he had some sort of sympathy for Naveen. “And I would...the same,” he responded without pause, even though he was still talking a few more breaths of air so his lungs could stop feeling as though some mage lit a candle inside them.
“I...had to save a few people myself. My apologies.” Milan slowly made his way over to him, and quickly rested his hand on the prince’s shoulder, and giving him a kiss on the forehead. “Your brothers are as safe as they can be, I presume.” After all, he didn’t get hurt for nothing. If he did though, he had some choice words for Maren and none of it was friendly. “Will you promise me to get this healed up as soon as you can? I can’t bear you to see you in pain.”
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goldendrus:
Drus had to read Milan’s lips for a second, getting the gist of what the noble was saying, until Milan pulled them together. That had intentions ringing bright and clear.
Warm breath on the shell of his ear had Drus’ eyes fluttering closed, lips full and parted, definitely rising into the pressure between them. The prince didn’t hold as much hesitation, lifting up on his feet to pull the lobe of Milan’s ear past his own lips. That hand, still curled around Milan’s head, pulled to keep him close. “Definitely okay,” he answered.
Like a crowd starting to whisper all at once, rain raced from mist to drizzle to sheets, growing to a roar around them.
“Good.” He wouldn’t say this out loud, as to not insult the prince, but he found their height difference kinda cute, in this aspect. It also gave him more leeway to keep his arms wrapped around him as much as possible.
But then the wind picked up even more, and the rain started to hit them both harder. Normally, he wouldn’t budge, but he couldn’t ignore the warnings any longer.
Time to take this someplace else. “I think we should go!” And on cue, a branch flew right above their heads. “Holy─”
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#me always
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medesigeneral:
As his nephew admired the blade given to him, the elder of the two let his gaze wander to the crowd, keeping an eye out as his guards remained dutiful. To ensure that they wouldn’t slack, he had them on a rotation - that way his knights could enjoy the festival and give thanks to Maren on their own time - but that didn’t mean that there weren’t distractions. With so many scantily clad nobles and royals taking advantage of the tropical heat of Medes, he knew that their eyes were wandering - he was just grateful that most of his knights were already familiar with seeing more skin than most.
“I had been waiting for it to get engraved,” he stated simply, “and by someone that was willing to do it discreetly.” Moving to grab the dagger from the man, he flipped it over to show him the butt of the handle, where the Wynters house crest was presided. “And because no matter what, I want you to be able to defend yourself.” Even before their family rose to power, Aitan taught his nephews the basics in how to defend themselves - even more so with Naveen - and he knew that Milan could hold his own if it came down to it.
“And because, like me, you know that there is never a time when your guard shouldn’t be down.”
“Discretion?” He meant to ask that in a quieter tone, but he was sadden by the fact that the dagger was taken back from him. He probably had a pout on his face, but if anyone called him out on it, Milan would deny it. His eyes widened at the sight of the crest, and his face morphed, now looking more solemn and serious. Aitan really did go all the way for him to make this, and while he appreciated it, his state was less festive (as it could be) and turned more melancholy.
“I know.” He mumbled aloud, after falling into deep silence. “Thank you. I don’t expect to slice anyone’s throat anytime soon, but. It’s better than using my own bare hands, I presume.” At least now the guards and knights could not look at him like he had a stick up his arse all the time. “Isaac does know you’ve done this for me, right?”
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“In my cousin, I find a second self. ”
@milanwynters
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Maren had to be feeling upset or jealous of them, since he clearly did not want either to be heard or even speak. But it didn’t matter, since by the way he was touching him, Milan got the gist of what he was saying. He thought so, anyways.
“Neither do I,” is what he tried to get out, although the wind may have cancelled that line out.
He made both of them get close, their hips and crotch grinding against one another almost, before smiling calmly. “I can take of myself. No one should be persuaded to fight me, less they are missing a sound mind. Okay?” Although, he leaned more into Drus’s ear, enough to almost wanna play with it a little, get a good reaction out of him.
milanwynters:
If anyone was currently looking at them, they probably look like the average new be lovers that happen once in a blue moon. Which, he was currently missing, because the other night felt way more sensual than this current…situation.
He was trying to hold off any questions between, or ignore the obvious impending weather, but then Liandrus backed off, and frustrated was the word he’d use to describe his mood.
“What for, I wonder, Drus.” His own hands skimmed over the prince’s arms, trying to keep his owns on the Sollian and not the sky. “Did we not both be foolish towards one another?”
“Yes, but…”
A flash of lighting, nearer than he’d seen it while still at the festival proper, lit Milan clearly save for his own shadow. The rumbling thunder drowned Drus’ words out surprisingly soon – surprisingly near.
“–ore likely to be harmed, and I should’ve been more considerate of you. I should’ve been more careful.” Fingers would scrape over the noble’s scalp, following a path over Milan’s ear towards the back of his head. “But I don’t regret that we met, what we did, or that we’re here now.”
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