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[iniquiticity]

rileymcdaniels asked
oh man you know i'm weak for that general/ham, it's the song my soul sings even in the darkest of times. is that overdramatic? idc

they are in the dark. there’s a painter that’s part of their rebellion, and there used to be a wine cellar under his shop, and they meet there enough. a single torch sconce is is lit, but the light doesn’t track them all the way down the hallway. alex keeps his face away from the light. he can’t see the general enter. he doesn’t want to know when he entered.

“publius,” says a low voice from the darkness. a hand touches his.

“i missed you,” he murmurs, and presses his face into the firm strength that he can feel in the dark. the general’s outline appeared as his eyes adjusted.

“i am here,” the general says, and a broad hand catches his chin. the kiss is soft, and he keeps it that way. it is terribly wonderful to be held and not grabbed. felt like a person and not a doll.

“the marquis told me about the raid on the camp,” he said, between the kisses, “he was furious.”

“i imagine he was,” the general said. alex felt those powerful fingers wrapped gently around him. alex reached forward, found the buttons of a waistcoat, and worked with them. “to appear and for it to be abandoned. what a pity.”

alex chuckled. “enough about it. i just want….”

“yes, my dear publius,” the general said, and kissed him again. he felt hands on his breeches. “let us make haste.”