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He was too aware of his pulse.

It was foolish, as a good many things Laurent had decided to let transpire tonight were foolish. Still, he assembled several bottles of wine, a plate of cheeses, a small assortment of meats, loaves of bread, and grapes. It was too much, but so too was Damen's appetite. He had placed a large carafe of water in the cold box to chill. He had dressed himself in a long sleeved shirt, a tie, removed the tie, and put it on again.

He should not have demanded this.

Laurent could count on one hand the number of times he had given up control in the last seven years. That any had had a happy ending was an affront to plausibility, but it hadn't escaped Laurent that each favorable time had been with one man. Yet each time had been the result of circumstance, the both of them caught in an escalating chain of deadly events and each doing their best to survive it. Never by Laurent's own hand, save for that night in the fort, that evening in the inn.

A heavy knock came at the door, rendered by an overlarge Akielon hand, and Laurent waited in silence while his heart climbed down from its perch in his throat. He went to the door and opened it. Damen was on the other side.

'I hope you don't expect a spectacle.'

Date: 2016-09-04 04:45 am (UTC)
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Damen had managed to think of very little else since Laurent's declaration the night before. He nearly didn't know what to make of it, the weight of trust Laurent seemed to have in him. Not only was he choosing to engage in an activity that would almost certainly remove his tightly-held control, but he was choosing to engage in that activity in the presence of the man who had killed his brother. The man Laurent had spent years utterly despising.

Though he was quickly coming to suspect that there was more here. The statements Laurent had made regarding the alliance, this notion of Damen being possessive... It was becoming too much for him to not want to push for further clarification. Too much to ignore.

And so he knocked now at Laurent's door, clad in his usual pair of long shorts and a sleeveless shirt, hair drawn back away from his face as he'd learned to be in style. Dangling from two fingers of his right hand he carried a large glass container -- something called a growler -- of his favorite local brew. He smiled as Laurent opened the door, gaze catching on the tie that hung from his neck. Though another common style choice, Damen had not prepared to see it on Laurent, nor had he prepared for how alluring so simple a garment could be.

'Why wouldn't I?' he responded, attempting to wrestle the strange tangle of nerves under control. 'Veretians love their spectacle, don't they?' He held up the glass growler with a wider smile. 'I brought beer. Have you tried any since you're arrival?'

Date: 2016-09-04 05:23 am (UTC)
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'I wasn't certain what you'd have on hand,' Damen admitted as he stepped inside, noticing immediately the countertop full of various bottles of wine along with an assortment of meats, fruits, and cheeses. Laurent had clearly put a great deal of thought and effort into... loosening himself.

'Perhaps the beer is redundant,' he agreed, setting the growler amongst the bottles of wine all the same. 'I'll leave it with you to try later. If you don't like it, I'll be happy to return to take it off your hands.'

He stole a grape off the platter then and easily popped it into his mouth before flashing Laurent a warmer smile. 'Is there to be any sort of ceremony to this or shall we start filling up our glasses?'

Date: 2016-09-04 06:04 pm (UTC)
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Laurent cut him a look and Damen felt his lips twitch into a wider grin at his tone.

A laugh bubbled free a moment later and he grabbed a small handful of grapes for himself as Laurent gathered their glasses. He'd grown accustomed to Laurent's sharp tongue and tone in the past weeks, could recognize the sarcasm for what it was.

'You've caught me unprepared,' he said, his grin unwavering. 'And I'm far more suited for battle speeches than wine ceremonies anyway. Do you have anything you'd like to say before we get started? Any last kernels of wisdom or caveats?'

Date: 2016-09-04 06:53 pm (UTC)
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'Whatever wisdom that might leave you as soon as the drink takes hold,' Damen said, still smirking before filling his mouth with the four or five grapes he'd taken, freeing his hands to grab the platter.

It occurred to him only once he was halfway into the other room that he'd done Laurent's bidding without question, as though the bonds around his wrists might still mean something. It shook him slightly, if only because it was not accompanied by any real sense of shame. They were friends here, in this place. And, friends or otherwise, it was not in Laurent's nature to simply ask for anything.

Damen sat the platter atop the table before seating himself on chaise, relaxing into the cushions as Laurent handed him a glass of red wine. He lifted his glass as though in salute before bringing the rim to his lips, drinking only a sip as he watched to see if Laurent would truly do the same. The taste was pleasant, strong and earthy and Damen chased the taste with a swipe of his tongue before speaking. 'Did you research the types of wine as well? I noticed you bought quite an assortment.'

Date: 2016-09-04 07:40 pm (UTC)
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Damen's smile turned warmer, a quiet laugh bubbling free of his throat as he took another sip from his own glass before reaching for his own slice of cheese.

'Clearly not a man who appreciates the true purpose of drinking,' he stated as he chewed. Whether or not it brought out the salt of the cheese, Damen couldn't say either, but it was good nonetheless. He shifted slightly on the couch to better face Laurent, who still sat just on the edge, his back a straight line. Damen could recall only one instance in which Laurent had not been fully in control of his faculties, an instance that had not been of Laurent's choosing.

It was a sobering memory, his smile fading somewhat as he softened his tone. 'Are you certain this is something you truly want?' he asked, still holding his glass carefully. 'I meant only to tease you the other night.'

Date: 2016-09-04 08:39 pm (UTC)
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Gradually, Laurent sat back a bit further on the chaise, muscles uncoiling as the was very carefully forcing them to do so. The words he spoke held logic, however, and Damen silently vowed not to ask again. It was clear Laurent meant to trust him and Damen would not give him reason to question it.

'Possibly,' he answered honestly, taking another, deep sip of his own wine. 'Finding one's limit takes longer than a single evening, I'm afraid. But there are methods to curbing it somewhat. Water, for example. A glass or two before you rest your head can help some come morning. Did you experience any of this with Makedon?'

Date: 2016-09-05 11:04 pm (UTC)
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Even just the notion of Laurent so far gone as to need a bowl, made Damen laugh faintly. It was ridiculous, really. Almost impossible.

'We'll see what we can avoid,' he promised all the same as he leaned forward to grab himself a bit of bread and another grape. 'Though I will say, the more loose you get this evening, the more you'll pay for it tomorrow. If you're more controlling of what you drink tonight, you'll not suffer so badly, but then that does ruin the purpose of this experiment.'

Date: 2016-09-05 11:40 pm (UTC)
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Laurent shifted slightly, drawing his long legs up beneath him. Damen refused to let himself stare, instead taking another sip of his wine.

He smiled at the question, at the memory it brought forth. 'Kastor, actually,' he corrected with a warm smile. 'I was thirteen. It was late and my father was away, out negotiating somewhere across the border. Kastor snuck us out past the guards and down into the cellar where he introduced me to barrel upon barrel of sweet alcohol. We drank ourselves sick, drank for hours, and could barely move the next day.'

It felt a bittersweet memory now, heavy in a way it had never before been, though Damen's smile faltered only slightly. 'I don't believe I've been so sick in my life, before or since.'

Date: 2016-09-06 12:39 am (UTC)
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It was a quiet observation and Damen turned his gaze on Laurent once more, studying those blue eyes, marveling not for the first time at how much less piercing they were here than they'd been in Vere.

'Once,' he agreed, stretching his arm out across the back of the chaise as he relaxed a bit further. 'Though, I'll admit it's difficult to look back upon some events and not see them in a different light now. Perhaps he had truly been trying to poison me that night? If not for the fact that he'd been nearly as sick as I, I think I might believe it. But if that's the case, when did he decide to do away with me?'

But then, Damen thought he did know. And that Laurent did, too.

'A king maker would always choose the weaker man.' The memory drifted to Damen's mind unbidden and with it a similar sensation as the night Laurent had first spoken those words.

He finished off his glass of wine then in one large gulp.

Date: 2016-09-06 02:58 am (UTC)
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The wine was starting to hit now, a slow simmer in his veins, a growing a haze across his brain. It was mild so far, even after downing his glass, and he happily welcomed another one when Laurent handed it to him.

'Kastor?' he asked, though he knew Laurent could mean no one else. He considered it for a moment, a long moment, and found there was really only one answer. 'He is my brother, he's... Is it foolish to feel as though I might be able to talk to him? If he were here, of course. I'd... I'd like to ask him why. How he could hate me so much.'

Date: 2016-09-06 03:46 am (UTC)
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It could have been a lie. All that Laurent had shared with him since his arrival to this place could all be lies. And yet Damen was inclined still to believe him.

He took a sip from his newest glass, ran his thumb along the rim thoughtfully. Then said, 'Perhaps that's why he didn't simply kill me. I have to believe that, don't I? That he held enough love for me that he couldn't draw the blade.' The thought brought another question to mind and before Damen could think better of it, he asked, 'Do you know if he still lives?'

Date: 2016-09-06 04:22 am (UTC)
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Damen felt a weight drop in his stomach the moment Laurent set his wine glass aside and seemed to steel himself. Yet, somehow, once the words were spoken, Damen could not feel surprised. He'd know the blood wasn't Laurent's. As dirtied as he'd been when Damen saw him, as doubtlessly disheveled and worn, he had neither been bleeding nor bore any cuts.

But-- 'Mine,' he echoed for that part was a surprise. 'Did he kill me first?'

He didn't voice the logical next question. He found he couldn't. Somehow in the past month it had become easier to imagine Kastor killing him than Laurent. That realization shook him more than the knowledge of Kastor's death and he sat up straighter, eyes locked on Laurent's. 'In your world, our world, who rules Akielos?'

Date: 2016-09-06 05:01 am (UTC)
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Instinctively, Damen dropped a hand to his side as though he might feel the wound Laurent spoke of. He felt nothing, of course, though his hand mindlessly drifted to the scar he carried lower, the one his brother put there years before.

'That's why you killed him,' Damen said, knowing somehow the truth whether or not Laurent chose to confirm it.

In that moment, everything made sense, the pieces slotting into place one by one, all the glimpses and hints that Laurent had offered since his arrival, his softer demeanor and warmer smile, his desire for Damen's presence and refusal to entertain the notion of choosing between Damen and his own brother. And the alliance he'd mentioned, two kingdoms united to be ruled by two kings.

His breath shuddered, eyes locked on Laurent's.

He'd let himself ponder the notion only twice before this moment and both times he'd ruled it impossible. It still felt impossible, but--

'We were lovers.'

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