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iniquiticityGregor & Ivan or Gregor/Ivan, competence and masks
As usual, watching Gregor put on his most dominating Imperial air did do something warm and twingy in the pit of Ivan’s stomach. He happened to know that Obey Me Or Else was not Gregor’s favorite approach to problem-solving, but it could definitely be useful. Ivan knew a thing or two about being a good diplomat and you could get pretty far as long as you had a handful of faces to pull out of your pocket at any given time. He didn’t particularly prefer Obey Me Or Else either.
Gregor could do Obey Me Or Else like no other. It was transfixing, how Gregor could make himself look taller and broader, as if someone had lent him a preacher’s box and a suit of armor. God damn, Ivan thought, his cousin was so unbelievably good at his impossible, soul-sucking job.
Gregor’s eyes turned to him. He acknowledged them with a nod.
“As I was saying,” Gregor nearly growled, and Ivan was very glad he was sitting owing to a coiling vine of heat in his belly, “I find it more than a bit absurd that there is controversy at all. A sensible subject would hear and obey. Isn’t that right, Lord Ivan?”
Ivan knew what Gregor wanted out of the act and could deliver on command. “Of course, my liege,” he answered, immediately, his eyes lowered with demure obedience. It was a weird, twisty kind of fun, to do an act, and especially with Gregor. He hoped Gregor thought it was fun too - a flash of a little game in what seemed to be a rather grim life. “Merely permit my ears to hear the order that I may carry it out.”
He knew what Gregor’s mark saw: him in his dress greens, tall, broad, handsome, muscular, immediately and entirely submissive to his scowling Emperor. Gregor stood from his chair, his half-cape fluttering, and walked behind Ivan and squeezed his shoulder, covering his epaulette in a possessive way Ivan admired. Ivan kept his head bowed, gaze downcast, putting a slight bend in his spine.
**
Later they were relaxed on the couch of one of Gregor’s endless sitting rooms. Gregor was in his favorite spot, nestled into Ivan’s side, Ivan’s arm wrapped around him, idly petting him.
“It was a very convincing act today,” he murmured to Gregor, admiring, “Can you get commendations for being the Emperor?”
Gregor huffed a little laugh. “It’s called favorable trade agreements. And you were just who I needed you to be, too. Glad I’ve got you.”
As usual, watching Gregor put on his most dominating Imperial air did do something warm and twingy in the pit of Ivan’s stomach. He happened to know that Obey Me Or Else was not Gregor’s favorite approach to problem-solving, but it could definitely be useful. Ivan knew a thing or two about being a good diplomat and you could get pretty far as long as you had a handful of faces to pull out of your pocket at any given time. He didn’t particularly prefer Obey Me Or Else either.
Gregor could do Obey Me Or Else like no other. It was transfixing, how Gregor could make himself look taller and broader, as if someone had lent him a preacher’s box and a suit of armor. God damn, Ivan thought, his cousin was so unbelievably good at his impossible, soul-sucking job.
Gregor’s eyes turned to him. He acknowledged them with a nod.
“As I was saying,” Gregor nearly growled, and Ivan was very glad he was sitting owing to a coiling vine of heat in his belly, “I find it more than a bit absurd that there is controversy at all. A sensible subject would hear and obey. Isn’t that right, Lord Ivan?”
Ivan knew what Gregor wanted out of the act and could deliver on command. “Of course, my liege,” he answered, immediately, his eyes lowered with demure obedience. It was a weird, twisty kind of fun, to do an act, and especially with Gregor. He hoped Gregor thought it was fun too - a flash of a little game in what seemed to be a rather grim life. “Merely permit my ears to hear the order that I may carry it out.”
He knew what Gregor’s mark saw: him in his dress greens, tall, broad, handsome, muscular, immediately and entirely submissive to his scowling Emperor. Gregor stood from his chair, his half-cape fluttering, and walked behind Ivan and squeezed his shoulder, covering his epaulette in a possessive way Ivan admired. Ivan kept his head bowed, gaze downcast, putting a slight bend in his spine.
**
Later they were relaxed on the couch of one of Gregor’s endless sitting rooms. Gregor was in his favorite spot, nestled into Ivan’s side, Ivan’s arm wrapped around him, idly petting him.
“It was a very convincing act today,” he murmured to Gregor, admiring, “Can you get commendations for being the Emperor?”
Gregor huffed a little laugh. “It’s called favorable trade agreements. And you were just who I needed you to be, too. Glad I’ve got you.”
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Date: 2026-03-13 04:02 am (UTC)