Rhadamanthys x Valentine Oneshot Prompt "Flowers"

Flowers

Notes:

Please note: you can consider this a fragment of any life lived by Rhadamanthys and Valentine during any point in time: modern, LC, even prior to that.
Specters reborn over and over, and thus I like to imagine of the many different situations that might have happened in this or that life between them: those little precious moments that contributed into the development of their centuries-long relationship, key moments that might or not become distant memories in their future lives as feelings bloom anew and yet so terribly deep at every new cycle.
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Extra Charas Data.

Rhadamanthys.
NAME: Rhadamanthys Walden
AGE: 23/28
NATIONALITY: English
HAIR/EYES COLOUR: Blond / Gold
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 1,89 m / 84 Kg
ZODIAC: Scorpio
BLOOD TYPE: 0

Valentine.
NAME: Valentine Erosou
AGE: 20/25
NATIONALITY: Cypriot
HAIR/EYES COLOUR: Pink / Orange
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 1,82 m / 71 Kg
ZODIAC: Aquarius
BLOOD TYPE: AB

Work Text:

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Valentine was running up the path connecting the main gate of the British property to the internal courtyard of the Walden Manor. That day he was on a rush since getting off the bed in the morning and it seemed like everything was pressuring him to hurry. He's been feeling nervous and slightly stressed all day long, even tho the long pink haired boy couldn't pin point exactly why so.
At that very moment, Valentine was coming back home and he knew already that, despite the somewhat tiring day, he would have to work on his usual chores around the big house, a thought not exactly appealing to him at that very moment.
He liked living at the Walden Manor, he didn't own it sure, but it felt home. It was home. And couldn't be otherwise for he has lived there for so many years, moving from Cyprus when he was only but a little child. The problem Valentine had with the Manor, was precisely its being such: a huge, old, creaky, dusty and listed grade II building in the rainy and ever grey England. And he was the only one taking care of all of it.

Rhadamanthys, his English Lord, his General, his reason of life or - as Valentine himself would put it while thinking about it with flushed cheeks - his boyfriend, was extremely strict over not having anybody snooping around, strongly opposing the idea of people working at the Manor as always so was in the many years before. The Englishman decided on that change a very long time ago, it was infact one of his very first dictates at his Grandfather's passing and inheritance of the title and fortune of the Walden's.
So Valentine got used. It wasn't easy and it was tiring. But he would do anything to please his Lord. He was a good boy, who knew well his place as a servant: he wouldn't dare defying his owner. Nor he wished too, for he was that deep into his feelings for Rhadamanthys. Something that started as a mere teenagehood crush and bloomed into the love of a lifetime - or many, in this case.

As the young man approached the heavy door of the Manor's Porch, he sighed and put on his usual sweet, polite smile. He wouldn't allow his beloved Lord to feel troubled by his own low mood or fatigue. It was Valentine's sworn duty to serve and care after this great man Rhadamanthys.
He had better to do than bothering himself after some emotional distress of his partner, of course. Valentine didn't even question himself on that.
Standing there for a second, he brushed his jacket flattening the folds and adjusted carefully the slightly messed-by-the wind pink hair in order to look acceptable. He wasn't vain, but Valentine would never want his liege to see him scruffy for being proper meant pretty much everything to that man. And who could tell - even if highly unlikely considering the Lord was always inside the Manor's library at that time of the day - by chance he could even have ended up meeting with him right past the entrance. Looking like a ruffled bird sure wasn't the best idea.