[ Bastien doesn’t beam at By; he glows, the brightness coming from somewhere deeper. For the praise. For the fact that By let Bastien praise him without putting up a fight. ]
I would need you, too. I need you now.
[ Maybe not in the desperate way of romance novels—which he’s never found romantic himself, all of that if you leave me I’ll die business. He’d live. But he’d live worse. He’d be less than he could be.
Bastien gives him a kiss, deep and urgent in a way that's less take off your clothes and more please understand how much you mean to me, and caps it off with a shameless nuzzle that would probably make the peanut gallery gag. ]
You'd be a wonderful king. I would hate watching you do it, because you would never sleep, and you would tear yourself to pieces wondering if everything you did was good enough, but you'd be wonderful. And I'd be a fantastic concubine.
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I would need you, too. I need you now.
[ Maybe not in the desperate way of romance novels—which he’s never found romantic himself, all of that if you leave me I’ll die business. He’d live. But he’d live worse. He’d be less than he could be.
Bastien gives him a kiss, deep and urgent in a way that's less take off your clothes and more please understand how much you mean to me, and caps it off with a shameless nuzzle that would probably make the peanut gallery gag. ]
You'd be a wonderful king. I would hate watching you do it, because you would never sleep, and you would tear yourself to pieces wondering if everything you did was good enough, but you'd be wonderful. And I'd be a fantastic concubine.