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ill_take_bottom) wrote2018-08-12 05:05 pm
ill_take_bottom) wrote2018-08-12 05:05 pm
PSL for red_peril
[Past lives AU. In a past life, Napoleon was the Duke of Suffolk under King Henry the Eighth. Illya was the Prince of Valencia. They had met when the Duke was visiting Valencia to attend a ball in the King's name. Incidentally they met before the ball due to the Duke being on the grounds hunting and rescuing the Prince from an assassination attempt while he'd been out for a walk. The Duke had seen the Prince drowning and dove into a small lake after him. Soon after this they began an affair and fell in love, but it ended tragically when the Duke was killed in battle. Now they have found one another again. During the first chase, Napoleon felt like he knew the man chasing them and this was why he didn't shoot him. During the meeting the next day, when they were fighting, suddenly Napoleon remembered, but he kept it t himself sine he didn't want anyone to think he was crazy. Illya remembered after he almost drowned and Napoleon saved him. Of course, Napoleon knew that he knew when Illya called him by the name of the man he had been, Charles. After this, Napoleon tried to act like it was nothing, pushing Illya away even though Illya tried his hardest to get closer.)
Charles frowned as the rabbit he'd been aiming at turned and took off as the sounds of what could only be a struggle reached his ears. He turned himself, looking back towards the palace grounds before humming and heading in the same direction they were coming from. He'd only been in Valencia for two days and already he'd fallen in love with it. The city was absolutely beautiful from what he had seen so far and the game was plentiful. When he'd been given permission to do a little hunting, he'd certainly taken the opportunity. Though now he was beginning to wonder if perhaps he should have left the palace grounds themselves.
As he was stepping out of the forest he frowned when he saw a robed man hitting another over the head before quickly dumping him over the edge of a nearby bridge and into what looked to be a deep pond. "You there! Stop!" He shouted, running as quickly as he could towards the bridge. He raised his bow, aiming carefully and managing to embed the arrow he loosed into the attacker's leg, though he doubted that would stop the man completely from running. It might still help them identify him later. He turned, throwing the bow and his quiver down then, turning to the edge of the bridge and without a second thought he dove in, grabbing the other once he found him.
He pulled them both above the surface, gasping for air as he tried to force the other man to breath. "Come on. Breath. Breath!" He shouted, but nothing. So he swam for shore, carefully laying the man out and frowning. He was carefully as he tilted his head, pressing against his chest. It was a new technique, one that had recently made news from Amsterdam and he hoped like hell that it actually worked. He pressed a few times before pressing his mouth over the others, blowing to try and get him to breath again.
Charles frowned as the rabbit he'd been aiming at turned and took off as the sounds of what could only be a struggle reached his ears. He turned himself, looking back towards the palace grounds before humming and heading in the same direction they were coming from. He'd only been in Valencia for two days and already he'd fallen in love with it. The city was absolutely beautiful from what he had seen so far and the game was plentiful. When he'd been given permission to do a little hunting, he'd certainly taken the opportunity. Though now he was beginning to wonder if perhaps he should have left the palace grounds themselves.
As he was stepping out of the forest he frowned when he saw a robed man hitting another over the head before quickly dumping him over the edge of a nearby bridge and into what looked to be a deep pond. "You there! Stop!" He shouted, running as quickly as he could towards the bridge. He raised his bow, aiming carefully and managing to embed the arrow he loosed into the attacker's leg, though he doubted that would stop the man completely from running. It might still help them identify him later. He turned, throwing the bow and his quiver down then, turning to the edge of the bridge and without a second thought he dove in, grabbing the other once he found him.
He pulled them both above the surface, gasping for air as he tried to force the other man to breath. "Come on. Breath. Breath!" He shouted, but nothing. So he swam for shore, carefully laying the man out and frowning. He was carefully as he tilted his head, pressing against his chest. It was a new technique, one that had recently made news from Amsterdam and he hoped like hell that it actually worked. He pressed a few times before pressing his mouth over the others, blowing to try and get him to breath again.
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"Let us go now and let father rest," Andrew said.
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He turned then, looking at Andrew and nodding, following him out of the room. "Now, I believe you mentioned something about going riding?"
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"Yes, your highness," the man led the horse back to it's stall. He wasn't a child, nor was Andrew incapable of defending himself. Besides, Charles would be with him and had saved his life once already.
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He nodded, mounting the horse he'd been given and waiting as the attendant went back inside. Then he turned his horse, riding after Andrew.
He smiled, laughing as they urged their horses to run through the fields and forests. He wasn't sure how far they had gone, but he slowed after a time to allow his own horse to rest for a moment. They reached a stream and he dismounted, walking around. The lands were beautiful.
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"You ride well, Charles," Andrew said, petting his horse's neck. "I'm sure we are far enough it would be safe to speak of private things without being overheard.."
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They had stopped close enough to an orange grove for him to walk to a nearby tree. He looked at Andrew before reaching up and picking one of the large fruits. Then he walked back to the prince.
"I want to see you again. I don't want...that to be our only night together." He said softly, moving in even closer as he started peeling the orange. He sectioned it out, the juice dripping over his fingers as he held one of the pieces up for Andrew.
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"I want to see you again too. I want many more nights with you." Perhaps it was just because this experience was new and shiny. But Andrew didn't think that was the only reason. He wanted more of Charles. Once could not be enough. He smiled when Charles offered him the section of orange. Andrew smiled and took hold of Charles' hand to eat the slice of fruit from his lover's fingers gently. Looking at his eyes, Andrew licked and sucked the sweet juice from Charles' hand.
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His eyes widened a bit, eyes going dark before he slid his free hand around the back of Andrew's neck, pulling him in for a deep and heated kiss. His eyes slipped shut as he kissed the man, sighing softly and resting their foreheads together when the kiss broke.
"We will find a way. I still have time here and there is always the chance you can come to England as well." He breathed out, wetting his lips as he opened his eyes to stare into Andrew's. "Is there someplace we can go now? Where no one will happen upon us?"
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He followed Andrew to a small beach and a cove that had a hidden cave in the back. Unless you really knew what you were looking for, you'd never find it. He looked excited before turning his head to smile at Andrew.
"This is beautiful." He continued to follow, leaving his horse with Andrew's where they would not be seen. "And you're sure no one will find us here?"
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Andrew turned to Charles. Smiling, he drew Charles into his arms and kissed him hungrily.
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He followed him deeper into the cave, smiling before the man lit the oil lamp. Then his mouth fell open as he looked around in absolute awe. "This is beautiful..." He murmured, walking over to him.
He pressed into Andrew's arms, pulling him into a deep kiss. He moved, pulling him down to the ground.