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@vergangenheit-nostalgisch said : New Year's Eve. A sentimental time for him, truly. As if he doesn't reflect enough about just how long he's lived already, it was amplified during nights like this. So, instead, why not celebrate instead. Dwelling on such things like the past did one no good, in his experience. Only wasted time he could spend on looking for the future. Thus, here he was, over at Rys' place to get away from the party his brother was throwing. Surprisingly, it'd always been a worthwhile journey to make, somehow always ending on a good note. Which, much to his joy, meant that things had indeed starkly improved between them. Hardly any arguments, only good-natured snark and remarks. "Would you mind if I stayed overnight and tomorrow as well?" There was much more confidence in his tone as he approached, stopping before him, "because, well... I want to stay with you." Almost directly after, he took a deep breath, before grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him into a surprisingly soft yet passionate kiss. Upon breaking away, he quickly added, "Before I inevitably lose my confidence here, I'm going to say this now: I love you, I've always loved you. I don't lie about things like this, you know that, and I'm tired of lying to myself about it. Damnit, I love you, Ryszard." {LISTEN- I got feels over them, so have a New Years thing for them, too- ;-;} 『 New Years Asks! || Accepting 』

         For awhile, it hadn't at all uncommon for Ryszard to find himself alone on New Years'. Especially after his unfortunate, ah, split with Júlia. They had since made their amends and gotten on better terms, sure, but he had always encouraged her to spend more time with the others in their little German group. Lichten and Switzerland, for instance, since Júlia seemed to be one of the rare few who could actually keep the lass in line. Or either of the Italies. She had always been so fond of Veneziano, in particular, no matter what a little devil the boy had been.

         In any case, it was only fitting Ryszard find himself to his own company. It wasn't as though he hadn't burnt near every personal bridge he had, in the name of his nation's wellbeing, his own personal vendettas and pursuits.

Even if...certain ones had begun to take a turn for the better, the way his bond with Júlia did.

         Like Gilen's.

         Centuries of vitriol and bitterness, centuries he'd though he'd lost for good, all for a horrid mistake...and yet they managed to began anew. Tentative, perhaps. At times even awkward and difficult. But they'd gotten better, far more than he'd ever dreamed they ever have been able to again.

         And the impossible had even occured.

         Because on this most auspicious day, today of all days, Gilen was here with him, instead of sticking by that brother of his. Gilen was...

         Was...

         Wait-

         "Oho? Looking to snag a hearty Austrian breakfast, are you?" The jest had a fond smile tugging at his lips. "Well, luckily for you, you've saved me and my pride the effort of having to utterly plead my case for it to you. So of course I'll be more than happy to accomo-"

         Hold on, just a moment-

         What was Gilen--?

         Breath caught in Ryszard's lungs, not only at Gilen's further request, but the kiss.

         The kiss, that near stopped his heart, one he'd reciprocate, even well before his stunned mind could begin to fathom. Of course he would. The love he held for Gilen was wholly engraved in his mind, heart, and body. His very heart beat for him, always had from the moment they'd met, no matter the mistakes and enmity he'd tried convincing himself to hold centuries prior.

         Ah, but what did that matter now?

         What did it matter, when what they had now, what Gilen offered and gave, filled his heart with such resplendent joy, like bubbles in the tumultuous waves aglow at sunset.

         And, gods, his delcaration.

         I love you.

         I've always loved you.

         I love you.

         Such words uttered from his lips, Ryszard could only dream about. After everything they'd been through ,what he'd put Gilen through...how could he have ever called himself worthy of them? No, thte very notion was nothing short of laughable. To hope for such a thing, he'd always thought so wistful, and a rather vain one at that.

         And yet it was given to him now. Unconditionally. Unflinchingly.

         Truthfully, as Gilen always was.

         For a moment, Ryszard found himself overwhelmed. Choking back the most undignified, punched wheeze of a sound in acknowledgement, as he let the words sink in. Truly, deeply, until they threaded within him like the rest of his affections for the Prussian did.

         And once those very words, played in tandem to the beat of his heart?

         A soft breath left him, one Ryszard hadn't even realized he'd been holding.

         "Gilen--you...!" Ah, really...should it surprise him his eloquence always made a swift exit whenever Gilen was concerned nowadays?

         As if it it was anything new to him anyway-

         He shook his head, managing a laugh.

         "Well, that...you certainly know how to take my breath away." He resisted the urge to plant his face into his palm. "I..."

         His gaze averted briefly ( just enough for him to collect his thoughts ), before looking back to Gilen.

         His hand moved, tenderly cupping Gilen's cheek, as Ryszard leaned right back in. Heart hammering away in his chest, like a war drum, as he would respond,

         "Truthfully, there was never a point in my life where I didn't love you."

         Not even as his heart ached in perceived betrayal. Nor the anger that gripped him in its aftermath, a centuries'-long grudge they'd he'd together, through taunts and torments, regrets and heart-hollowing despair-

         "But I know...that itself is hard to believe. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't, even now. I...hadn't exactly acted like it, for the longest time. But, I...I meant every word I said to you that day, however," he drew breath, "I am more than willing to spend the rest of our lives making it up to you. And, by the gods, I would be just as happy if those very efforts can also convey that, even by a fraction, that I...th-that I, too, love you."

         How long had it been since he'd last uttered such words? Displayed such vulnerability, in handing his beating heart over to another. To him?

         Far too long-

         He leaned forwards to close the distance between them, sealing it with a tentative, yet lingering kiss. Allowing himself to indulge in his, feeling his heart soar and thrum so happily as he pulled back and rested his head against Gilen's.

         "Beloved, you...you will always have a place in my home, as you would my heart."

         You, yourself, are the very home of my heart. If not are, it.

         "Please. Stay." Please, let us never part the way we have many a time before. "For as long as you'll have me. For as long as you'd like.

Stay."

#vergangenheit-nostalgisch #ic #answered #long post for ts #//WHY IS THIS ALMOST 1K WORDS. ACK HCBSHBDG #//THEMMM #//I am that one Mushu reaction gif rn kjdrgbg #//I LIIIIIVE

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called off the duel not because i'm a coward who's afraid to look death in the eye but because i spent hours on choosing my outfit and styling my hair and polishing my blade until it glittered in the sunlight, i even wore PERFUME for this because i wanted to make sure i looked and felt my best, and what does the guy who challenged me to a duel in the first place do? shows up LATE, wearing what i'm pretty sure were his work clothes, shirt untucked and collar unbuttoned and askew, his complete lack of effort or respect for the art of duelling evident in everything about him, and carrying this chipped and scratched old blade that looks like he didn't even bother to wipe the dust off after digging it out from behind the couch where it's spent the last decade. i'm sorry. i just couldn't stand it. i'm taking him back to my place to show him how a REAL gentleman prepares himself for a duel.

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if ur not in love with her why are your swords kissing and springing apart and kissing again then uhhhh?

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#;;you’re mine #vergangenheit nostalgisch

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         Ouch, okay fair point. “Oh, dearest knight, you wound me so. I dar–” Wait.

          Wait. WHAT–>/small>

          “Wh–h-hold on, you...!” Angelic? Him??? For Gilen, he–

           “Fuaahhh...!” Give him a moment, he might need to sit down for this round-

@hoellenfeuer-und-edelweiss replied to your post: Rys vc; Well, good news for me, I am a SAINT-

"Well, I beg to differ! All the un-saintly things you've done to me alone say otherwise!"

Oh. Wait- An opportunity has shown itself.

"But... you'll be all angelic for me, won't you... darling~?" He's gonna relish in this for days. He's realized the power he holds. Oh, how the turn tables.

#vergangenheit-nostalgisch #ic #//LMAO; OH HOW THE TURNTABLES INDEED

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What’s your type?

            “And, oh, what a chaotic little warrior he used to be. Of course, I still adore him even after though, like a true fan-”

#;muse games #ic #//Targetted post at #vergangenheit-nostalgisch #//Lololol

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"Oh. Oh," moments can be great.

"Oh shit," moments are even better.

But the long-suffering sigh of acceptance that comes with, "Oh. Right. Yeah. Of course." Like, come on, what could I have been thinking? There's no other way this could have gone.

#;;you're mine

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“Here comes a special boy!”

“Please stop saying that every time I enter a room.”

#;;you’re mine #vergangenheit nostalgisch

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oh to be a hero with a homoerotic relationship with a villain who you were at one point childhood friends with.

#;;you’re mine

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#;;you’re mine #vergangenheit nostalgisch

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they were never gay married but they ARE gay divorced. it's when you're divorced but you're kind of gay about it.

#;;you’re mine

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THE OLD GUARD (2020) dir. Gina Prince-Bythewood

#;;you're mine #long post for ts

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STAR WARS: EPISODE II ● ATTACK OF THE CLONES dir. George Lucas | 2002

#;;you're mine #long post for ts

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for old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. let’s do it for the love that used to be here!! it is reason enough!!

#;;You're Mine

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Quiet…… I am Yearning

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"darling" is honestly such a good pet name because it's sweet but saying it it also makes you feel like a really gay villain

#;;A Monarch's Musings

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the concept of the admirers of knights giving them tokens or "favors" to show their love before a tournament or battle has me so fucked up today. like it's such a small gesture but it speaks volumes. i cannot be there in body next to you in the dust and blood and pain to share your victory or defeat, your suffering or your celebration, because honor and duty and social convention requires that i be elsewhere, so wear me over your heart so that my own might go with you. i cannot keep you safe but if you wear my love perhaps the world and its people will be kinder to one it knows has another waiting for it to rejoin them. nobody else might even know who the ribbon tied to your arm or flower tucked in your breastplate belongs to unless they saw us exchange it, but you and i know. and they will know that we exist. they will know that our love exists.

#frau des krieges