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bakerstreet2016-11-01 03:58 pm
sockerballs) wrote in bakerstreet2016-11-01 03:58 pm
the morning after meme
| the morning after ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND HIT UP RNG (01-10), OR CHOOSE A SCENE OF YOUR OWN. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios ① BREAKFAST IN BED: YOUR PARTNER'S UP AND ABOUT -- MAYBE DRESSED, MAYBE NOT -- AND IN THE KITCHEN. WHAT ARE THEY MAKING YOU? COULD IT BE... GRILLED CHEESE? ② HIT ME BABY: THEY'RE SUCH A PEACEFUL SLEEPER. A PEACEFUL, SEXY SLEEPER. ACTUALLY THERE'S TOO MUCH OF THAT SLEEPING HAPPENING. WHY DON'T YOU WAKE THEM UP, WORLD'S KINDEST ALARM? ③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED: YOU WAKE UP TO FIND THEY'RE RUMMAGING ABOUT FOR THEIR CLOTHES, ABOUT TO LEAVE. WHY THE RUSH, AND CAN YOU CONVINCE THEM TO STAY? ④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER: AND THE EVENING, MAYBE EVEN THE MORNING AFTER AFTER... HOURS HAVE PASSED BUT YOU JUST CAN'T LEAVE EACH OTHER! OR MAYBE ONE OF YOU JUST WON'T... ⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL: THERE'S A TIGER IN THE CLOSET, A BABY IN THE BATHROOM, AND A TOTAL STRANGER CURLED UP BESIDE YOU. WHO IS THIS PERSON BESIDE YOU SMELLING OF TEQUILA AND REGRET? DO THEY KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT WHAT, OR WHO, WENT DOWN THAN YOU DO? ⑥ WET AND WILD: DON'T FEEL TOO LONELY WAKING UP BY YOURSELF -- THE SHOWER'S ON AND THE SOUND OF WATER FALLING IS MIGHTY INVITING. WHY DON'T YOU GET CLEANED UP -- OR DOWN AND DIRTY ALL OVER AGAIN? ⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE: SLEEP? WHAT IS THIS SLEEP THING YOU SPEAK OF? DAWN'S BREAKING AND NEITHER OF YOU HAVE GOTTEN A WINK, OR WANT ONE. WHO'S READY FOR ROUND asjldkjl? ⑧ A BITTER PILL: TURNS OUT THE REASON YOU SCORED WASN'T YOUR SPARKLING WIT AND MAGNETIC CONFIDENCE. YOUR PARTNER HAD AN ULTERIOR MOTIVE -- THEY ALREADY KNEW IT, AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO. RECON? REVENGE? REBOUND? TAG AND FIND OUT, IF YOU CAN HANDLE THE TRUTH! ⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE: THAT SLEEPY PERSON IN YOUR LIVING ROOM HAD A GREAT NIGHT -- WITH YOUR ROOMMATE. WELL, MIGHT AS WELL GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER WHILE YOU'RE BOTH THERE, RIGHT? ... RIGHT? ⑩ WILD CARD: ROLL MORE THAN ONCE AND COMBINE SCENARIOS, CHOOSE YOUR FAVOURITE, OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN! Stolen from here. |
fantasy au, 2 + others???
It wasn't an uncommon way to start the day, even if he hadn't remembered how the pair of them had spent his first evening as crowned royalty. Always, Caesar would awaken first - and rather then wake him next, he would throw the covers back at Joseph as he slept in and scold him for his laziness later. But today, there's warmth under his arm, a weight on his mattress separate from Joseph's, and he's breathing slow, deep breaths into someone's hair.
It's hardly the way he'd expected his first sunrise as the crown's Prince would go - and part of him supposes he should be disappointed in himself for it as he lies there. There's work to be done, no doubt, and his mother would soon want him up to start on holding audiences and ruling the country and undoing all of the evil that Dio had wreaked while they were deposed.
For a time, he tells himself that it can wait as he lies there, shielding Caesar's sleeping eyes from the soft morning light, running his fingers through his hair. He'd needed this - their shared evening, guiding Caesar through heavy kisses and encouraging clumsy exploration, wandering hands, fingers winding in his hair and teeth in his shoulder. It's hazy, but it's there, coming back slowly as Joseph lies there and forces back the throbbing in his head. As he lies there, as he wonders how much Caesar remembers, he wonders how late is too late to abandon his throne.
That's probably time enough spent enjoying this moment while he can. Time to get up. He hooks his hand underneath sleeping Caesar and rolls onto his back, pulling him onto his chest, peppering his hair with noisy kisses. ]
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caesar only pulls the blanket higher over him, arms wrapping loosely around jojo's waist as he kisses his collarbone, tongue running over the scars near his neck. he has always been so reckless, even when he had been a monster; especially when he'd been one, lengthy coils of pale scales moving across the dirt, and now all he has in his hands is a boy molded into his touch like clay.
it's almost rare to see caesar in such a quiet, contented state. the fact that he's hurting everywhere may have something to do with it, too, but it's a good hurt, the kind of tired he's happy to be. relieved, even, to be able to kiss him like this still. he is afraid of so many things changing the moment the crown touches his head, but he won't voice them out for now as he outlines his bone with his mouth. ]
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The lack of indigence and anger and yelling is cause for alarm for a split second - it's what he normally expects as a return for hijinks like these, and he'd expect double what comes normally for taking a rock and shattering the warm atmosphere swelling to fill the bedroom by just being Joseph.
That he instead wordlessly works to repair it brings relief next. As he had been lying there, waiting for Caesar to wake up (well, not entirely, he supposes now - the subdued calm in him now tells him that he's been conscious for some time, perhaps lying in peace and basking in it for longer even then Joseph had been,) there was the fear of just what would be waiting for him when he finally did awaken. Though he'd done his best to keep a firm handle on things, they had gone further then Joseph anticipated. He'd considered, as he sheltered Caesar against the morning sun with himself, that that sunrise might bring with it a souring of his partner's apparent willingness the night before. That his memories might be all that he would have of them when the morning's light broke, though it seemed so unlikely in all that they had faced down at each other's side, was a genuine possibility, and one that he grew to fear in the silent little pocket they'd folded themselves away in.
He hums contentedly as Caesar makes himself comfortable with unpredicted ease, coiling around him as though he'd still had coils to do it with. Joseph bares his neck for a time, his hand travelling up to Caesar's shoulder to hold him, before turning to push his nose into him. He lets his fingertips travel up to his neck, brushing against him with a familiar gentleness. ]
Caesar, in spirits too good for me to ruin? [ Whispered in a hot cloud against the curve of his ear. ] This is a very rare treat.
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[ but caesar says the words without heat, and anyway, how could he? being with jojo makes him want to be selfish, even if he probably shouldn't. after all, he's not the one wearing the crown here.
on the other hand he enjoys the reprieve his eyes get from the sun and he most definitely enjoys the words whispered in his ears, his skin shivering from the warmth and the gentle touch over his neck. ]
The Queen would probably want to see you by now. [ he leans his head against jojo, and closes his eyes. ] You have duties. I shouldn't .... keep you.
[ he has no right. and yet ... ]
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He lets his fingertips trace the curve of Caesar's spine as he speaks, tracing and retracing his slow path up its length, from the small of his back to the base of his neck. The ghost of that shiver could just barely be felt through their bodies, but it was just strong enough to tell him that Caesar wants to be touched more, and that he's not going to get up if he doesn't. He pulls the pads of his fingers up his back one last time, and then rests his forearm against the broad of his shoulders, pulling him even tighter against his chest. ]
I'm feeling rather partial to being kept, actually. [ A low, liquid hum, solid and flowing, words seeming to bumble into one another as he speaks them. ] The Queen's waited this long, she can wait a little longer yet.
[ He'd enjoy this for as long as he could before leaving the confines of the glowing little bubble they've made and stepping out into reality. He gently rubs the knuckle of his thumb into Caesar's shoulder as he lets the words hang. ]
I hope that you're feeling... all right. About, um, everything. That was - quite a lot more then even I bargained for, so...
[ It seems plenty okay now, but it seems proper to check anyways. ]
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I'm alright. You tired me out. [ a slight grin. his hand moves to take joseph's arm, the one brushing against his back, and shifts his body beside him so that he can slip his fingers between joseph's own easily, with his eyes closed, unwilling to acknowledge the sun. ]
Are you all right with this?
[ jojo telling him he wants to be 'kept' is leaving a hole in his chest. i can't exactly call you mine, caesar thinks. jojo, he probably can, but joseph joestar?
even if he'd go through hell to make that a reality, he feels like this joseph is the kind of joestar that other men - mostly his relatives - fought and died for. how can he keep someone like that, whose existence is so much bigger than what he understands now. it's one thing if it were still just them living as the hunters that they were. it's another matter entirely when caesar zeppeli is a good bedfellow of the prince, and they're not exactly talking politics. he wants, desperately wants, to set this aside. but as with all things about caesar he is imbued with a sense of foreboding at what lisa lisa and the court might think, eventually. jojo may be new but he was also a hunter, and though the castle was his, most people have no understanding of the fact that they were the ones trapped in this cage with him. he will not be dio, no, but he won't be easily pushed into this agenda or that either.
it's enough to restore faith in a kingdom, but where caesar is standing, everything feels precarious. he brushes his lips on the back of jojo's hand, and then settles with kissing his hand warmly, again and again, his half-lidded eyes blinded from the morning sun.
he should also probably start thinking of leaving. after all, caesar doesn't exactly belong in a castle - and he'll punch jojo if he contradicts him again about this point - and he'll probably be trained and surrounded by men lisa lisa would want him to be with always. he's got a town to sort of go back to, at least, and anyway hunting season is almost upon them. ]
Jojo, [ caesar murmurs against his skin. ] I wish - I want - I'd give the whole world, and all of its happiness for you.
[ it probably says a lot about him that he is discounting himself from the kingdom entirely. after all, he is the only remaining zeppeli, with nothing to his name than a faded title, and there will be plenty others to replace him that were more qualified for jojo.
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And he supposes, also, that it's this that has him so uncomfortable in the fanfare and celebration that marks his ascension to the throne - his right by birth, the role he was created to fill, a symbol of order being restored to a life and family thrown into chaos. His grandmother would have wept to see him, he's sure. It's the image that chased him as he stood before his mother and that gleaming tangle of gold. His grandmother, tears sinking into the folds of her aged and creased skin, old hands shaking as she wipes them away. It's easy to get lost in the revelry of it all until that image, the realization that he doesn't know if she's crying of despair or pride or happiness or shame, returns him to the ground and sobers him.
Joseph turns with Caesar, laying on his scarred and armless shoulder, and now, he looks at him fully, pale skin shining to a translucent gold in the daybreak's light. Yes, he had said that Caesar would suit the castle more then Joseph did - and he would say it even after he was punched for it. Graceful, purposed, cold Caesar, looking and moving like one of the stonework masterpieces lining the hallways given life, acting with a refinement mined from storybooks and hammered into himself, would always belong more to the chambers of a castle then Joseph did - even if he didn't realize it. Caesar, who always translated stories of faraway heroes and royalty and monsters and daring-do, who had helped Joseph learn to read on the stories he was so taken by, would always belong to the walls of castles and the company of nobles, no matter what he had come from. It was him who should be the prince, and Joseph the rough-and-tumble sidekick. As he breathes soft and feathering breaths against his knuckles, pushes the warmth of his kisses against the back of his hand, speaking words of romance so genuine that they startle him, it's only solidified that whatever put them here had them so grievously mistaken in so many ways. He stretches his fingers to brush against his jaw, light, reverent, as he sighs out the shivering heat in his chest.
The whole world, and all of its happiness. For a second, he considers how long it would take just the two of them to fill it anew. ]
You've got me for less. You could have always. [ He almost takes a pin and deflates the whole thing, as might normally be his way - but it's nice here. It's nice here, while his bedroom has broken completely apart from reality and distanced them both from the impending weight of that crown on his head. As he watches his eyes flutter open and flash with the hot light of morning, lazily draped across his cheeks like a sheet, he decides that he will enjoy it for as long as Caesar will let him. ] And if I can't break open a place for you here, then I'll make one for me out there.
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The situation's changed, Jojo. [ his face looks too grim for the morning. on the other hand, caesar, defiant as always about how he feels, would rather not let go of joseph at all. ]
And anyway .... most people wouldn't look too kindly on someone who's not even royalty having your trust and counsel easier than others.
[ calls of favouritism would rise, no doubt. for the early days of jojo's coronation .... to have his prince, or his lover, questioned about his empathy for people, his drive to pursue justice - no, caesar can't take it, he'll end up punching someone in the jaw for him if that comes to light, and he doubts lisa lisa would approve of such actions. ]
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- truthfully, I wouldn't to go hunting by myself, either. It's just a lonely way to live.
[ even as a monster. but especially as a boy. caesar is well aware that he's not offering solutions, however, and so he bites his lower lip before responding, ] I suppose it's more accurate to say that I don't exactly know what I want, [ and that's probably the most honest thing he's said all day, and it's an embarrassing enough of an admission that he wants to be swallowed by the earth. ]
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[ The last man to have that crown on his head would have had Caesar exiled for such an offense at the very best - and it's a strange and disquieting thing to realize that Joseph will soon be able to ascribe that same power to himself.
Yes, there would be talk. Yes, there would be rumours, there would be betrayal and pain brewing for them behind doors that they couldn't unlock. And perhaps it's a testament to how truly unsuited to his birthright Joseph is that he doesn't know that that could stop him from letting himself do as he pleases - he'd just try to exercise discretion to get away with it. Where Caesar sees a wall, Joseph tries to puzzle out how to climb it.
But, clearly, this arrangement hasn't just been weighing on Joseph. Caesar has provided some of the most consistent pressure on Joseph to claim his right of birth since learning the truth of things, next to his mother. Never had Caesar been able to take any alternatives as much more then whining and complaining - laziness. Joseph had never quite been able to find a handhold in convincing him of his side of things, but maybe he could make his own in the soft tenderness of this moment and finally get through. He pushes his hand forward, smoothing his finger's pads across his cheek and to his ear, cradling his face in the well of his palm.
He's still so warm under his hand. It breaks over his skin again, shivering, radiating from his spine and over his back. Joseph passes his thumb over Caesar's lips. ]
Is this not what you want? [ Whispered, only barely loud enough to be heard. ] Why shouldn't we awaken like this, every morning that we would like to?
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Anyway, I'm fairly sure the ... Queen Mother wouldn't look too kindly on me assisting you to leave.
[ caesar, bullish as always, at least tries to be kind even if he protests against the idea. but he craves these moments too badly. it is very tempting to say yes to jojo because that kind of life, for the longest time, was the only kind of life that he'd imagined to have: both of them hunting and being together on the road, god knows where they're going but wherever and whatever's at the end of it, they'll meet it together. that's how it was supposed to be.
he bites on jojo's thumb, tongue flicking over the tip before he sucks it in his mouth. ]
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Joseph watches with heavy-lidded eyes as Caesar rolls his tongue over his thumb's tip and then takes it between his lips. There is something at once maddening and irresistibly fun about the dual conversations he's having with Caesar. From his mouth come words that he might expect to hear as he pulls up his slacks and buttons his shirt; but in the same moment that he hints at leaving and finality, explains the hopelessness of their situation and illustrates the inevitable longing that waited between them, he doesn't leave. He offers his affections still in lingering touches, in kisses, in contented sighs, in keeping him down with the weight and heat of his body. The wet heat closed around his thumb sends warmth up his neck and shoulders, and he sighs it out in one slow breath. ]
Shall I make last night's case again...?