[By the time Regis' thumb settles over his lips, stilling his retreat and his heart with one motion, Cor is trembling. He'd kept it to himself for decades because he knew there was no place for him at Regis' side. His King needed a Marshal, someone he could trust, and Cor couldn't be the clear headed, stone cold soldier if his head and heart were muddled up with something like love.
What need has a tool of the Crown for love?
The gentle brush against his lashes has him swallowing back a sound that could almost be called a whimper and he starts to turn his head, intending to hide his face in the safety of Regis' hand. Before he can though Regis is doing the unthinkable, lips soft against his own and Cor's heart breaks at the sweetness of that kiss, the words that follow. Things he cannot have and does not deserve.
His breath freezes in his chest for a long moment, one hand sliding up to cradle Regis' face as though he might disappear into Cor's dreams like so many times before. Finally he has to breathe, has to gasp in a desperate breath, has to surrender for one moment to the emotions that he can not hold back any longer. He surges forward, pressing a much harder kiss to Regis' lips. Anguish and love and so many years of desperation poured into one single press of lips, the wetness on his lashes finally falling. One traitorous drop before he can wrench himself away, jerking back as though he'd been burned, scrambling to the edge of the bed to give Regis his back while he sucks in ragged breaths, trying so hard to pull everything back in behind his walls.]
We can't. [And the pain in those two words is enough to make his voice crack.]
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What need has a tool of the Crown for love?
The gentle brush against his lashes has him swallowing back a sound that could almost be called a whimper and he starts to turn his head, intending to hide his face in the safety of Regis' hand. Before he can though Regis is doing the unthinkable, lips soft against his own and Cor's heart breaks at the sweetness of that kiss, the words that follow. Things he cannot have and does not deserve.
His breath freezes in his chest for a long moment, one hand sliding up to cradle Regis' face as though he might disappear into Cor's dreams like so many times before. Finally he has to breathe, has to gasp in a desperate breath, has to surrender for one moment to the emotions that he can not hold back any longer. He surges forward, pressing a much harder kiss to Regis' lips. Anguish and love and so many years of desperation poured into one single press of lips, the wetness on his lashes finally falling. One traitorous drop before he can wrench himself away, jerking back as though he'd been burned, scrambling to the edge of the bed to give Regis his back while he sucks in ragged breaths, trying so hard to pull everything back in behind his walls.]
We can't. [And the pain in those two words is enough to make his voice crack.]