Since when have you thought so little of my ability to shirk responsibility? You pay insult to your Prince.
[ 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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[ 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?