Personal Duties

9

Leonan's arm held out idly in the other's gentle grasp; giving forth no effort to move away from the gesture - he was more than accustomed to having his hand kissed. As the other turned his shoulder, the younger male's red eyes focused intently on the form of Mateo's back and shoulders, only to be brought back to attention at an abrupt notice, reverting his eyes again to those of his contemporary. A mixture of hot feelings churned inside of his chest at Mateo's words, a familiar patronization, but he exhibited little more than a raised eyebrow and unamused curve in his lips. Affection from the man -that if he bore the temperament of his father or of course his brothers, he would want to see killed- gave Leonan conflicting impulses; a glimpse at what sorts of comfort that could be given to him, if he accepted Mateo earnestly, whilst fueling his paranoia.

Of course Leonan believed in his own curse, and the curse he knew was one he, unlike so many poor souls of the family, could overcome. Unlike the madness of his brothers, the disturbed thoughts of his sisters and misfortune of his parents, the curse would seemingly just cripple and weaken his body; a fight that he could win.
Depressions, nightmares and paranoid tendencies were still part of him, but they were tamed.

Replying in a light grumble, Leonan crossed his arms and looked away; a hot blush burning from each pale cheekbone over the bridge of his nose.
Leonan turned over again, now left in solitude after a rather flustering tease. Pulling the covers over his shoulders, the young man curled his body into a compact position, resting his cheek and temple sunken in the pillow below them. Though the painful throbbing of his mid section continued, he was content enough to rest.

Softly opening the door, Aaron bowed his head slightly, "I am entering, my lord," Quietly walking across the room, his robes scraped across the carpets and spread them slightly to sit down in the chair that Mateo had just left. His eyes, which remained on the floor, narrowed every so slightly as he felt the warmth radiating from where he sat, finding comfort in Mateo's left over heat.

"If there's anything you need, my lord, just request it," Aaron was confident of himself, yet, he preferred to be more quiet and refined, years of in depth studying had taken precedent for him over physical training as it had for Mateo or even Xavier, who had shown up as a young boy. However, Aaron had been with Mateo since birth, and even when he watched the two sparring in the yard as teens, he never really felt threatened.

However, here he was, slightly petty in stripping the honorable 'Your majesty,' and using 'My lord,' instead. He would silently curse himself for doing so, however, he would still go along using it. This was the first he ever felt slightly threatened in his position and with Mateo, he regret to come to terms with this within himself.

Watching Leonan's curled up form he wondered why he was, it would seem that most of the time the younger male would be trapped here in his chambers. There was nothing really Aaron should be worried about, yet that's how he was, silently worrying about every small detail for the best outcome, always thinking through before he spoke, it was in his nature.

He silently promised himself not to get worked up over the other man, even if they were to have similar roles. 'No one would be able to replace me,' He thought to himself, satisfied with that comment he sat with his back straight, his hands resting in his lap as he watched over Leonan, keeping over so silent.

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Author's Note:

Refresher, underlined is what I write.
Not Underlined is what my partner has written.