[ Damen can feel the flush stretch all across his body and more conspicuous is that he knows it can't be blamed on anything else but Laurent in front of him. There is no hearth to warm him, he's hasn't had enough wine to alter his faculties.
As friends, as allies, the end of his hospitality could have been in dropping off a meal after a battle. Behind him, the door to Laurent's room is closed. The only one left ajar is the one behind him, where he'd just been offered the bath. He hasn't looked away from the prince and his heart throbs high in his chest. He can see Laurent's pulse fluttering in his neck, a give away. I also— miss you.
There is only one bed. These rooms are designed for single occupancy. Damen takes a soft breath. ]
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As friends, as allies, the end of his hospitality could have been in dropping off a meal after a battle. Behind him, the door to Laurent's room is closed. The only one left ajar is the one behind him, where he'd just been offered the bath. He hasn't looked away from the prince and his heart throbs high in his chest. He can see Laurent's pulse fluttering in his neck, a give away. I also— miss you.
There is only one bed. These rooms are designed for single occupancy. Damen takes a soft breath. ]