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❧Dance ❧With ❧Me?




➷ Pick A Muse
➷ Post a prompt, picture prompt, or set the scene.
➷ Label who you're tagging.
➷ NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE. We can dance until we die, bb.
➷ ...Something like that!

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[laughingandlyric]

We can.

[He agreed, kissing the same spot again and then nuzzling it after.]

After the bath... you really are a heathen, though.

[Getting clean just to get messy, via waffles and... well, that? His brother might have odd priorities, but Jean loved that about him.]

[shylyintrepid]

Says the man agreeing to it. We can take another bath later.

[He sighs at the nuzzle and kiss before turning the water off.]

It's ready. Let me up.

[laughingandlyric]

No, we don't have to. I like smelling like you.

[He doesn't mind admitting that he'd one too; they're practically the same, after all, in most of the fundamental ways.

But he does do what his twin asks of him, letting go of him but also helping him into the bath first.]

[shylyintrepid]

Yes, but we don't want to smell like sex when the family returns. Too many questions.

[He eases himself in and then tugs Jean's hand]

The water is wonderful, come on.

[laughingandlyric]

Do you think they'd really ask them, though? Or just think them, loudly?

[He followed the little tug and climbed in after, settling beside him in the nice, warm water.

Which still smelled phenomenal.]

We need one of these wherever it is that we move when we have our own places, as Real Grown Ups. Or place.

[shylyintrepid]

Grandmother would have a Look.

[He pulls Jean into his lap as soon as he's in the tub]

We do. A massive tub, big enough for three people with all the jets and bubbles we could ever want. Maybe even colored lights, or are those hot tub only?

[laughingandlyric]

Oh, no, not the Look.

[A wince. All right, they'll bathe again. He'll have never been so clean in his life, by the end of this.

Situated on Jehan's lap now, he went to reach under the water to play idly with the knuckles of one of his brother's hands.]

Mm... what about the lights that look like ice cubes, that they drop into drinks at the fancier bars? We could have a load of those, in different colours. It would look magical, wouldn't it?

[shylyintrepid]

Ooh, yes. All different shapes, red roses and yellow suns and blue raindrops. It'll be like something straight out of Faerie.

[As Jean plays with his hand, Jehan kisses his cheek]

We can match them to scents and moods and everything.

[laughingandlyric]

[He chuckles at that, ducking his head down and turning to face him more properly without budging from his lap.]

I like that. And I like the 'we'; so 'our' future place, then?

[He'd return that kiss to his chin, sighing a little at the way the warm water eased up his muscles.]

[shylyintrepid]

Of course it's "our".

[He almost sounds hurt by the implication that it would never be "their"]

I'll never find someone better for me than you, petit jumeau.

[Little twin]

[laughingandlyric]

[Feeling a little tug at his heart at Jehan's tone, he lowered his head against his neck and kissed the skin there too, in apology.]

It's selfish, but I hope not. But then sometimes I hope so... I don't know.

[He gave, smiling against his collar bone a little, still playing with his hand. He wanted whatever made his brother happiest; was it wrong to also hope that would continue to be him?]

Ours, then. We should get the star shapes, too. Like bathing in the sky, when you turn the lights out.

[shylyintrepid]

[It would always be Jean. Even if Jehan found a man he wouldn't mind marrying, he'd never come close to his brother. His brother had been there all through his life and would always be there. What more could you ask for?

He rests his head on Jean's, smiling]

Oh, yes. We'll have to get a starry night projector, then. Surrounded by stars.

[laughingandlyric]

[His smile widens a little at that idea, and he'd slip an arm around his waist, giving him an excited squeeze.]

We should put a hammock in, too. In the bathroom, I mean. So after we get out of the tub, we can dry off in the middle of all those stars.

[shylyintrepid]

We'll never sleep in our bed, if we did that. We'd wake up all tangled and probably on the floor since you kick in your sleep.

[laughingandlyric]

I do not! A heinous lie.

[He totally did...]

Well you talk in your sleep. And the hammock still doesn't sound like a problem to me. We'll put pillows on the floor below it.

[shylyintrepid]

If you don't kick, I don't talk.

[Hmph. He laughs and tugs Jean closer]

That doesn't solve our bed problem.

[laughingandlyric]

But you do talk. I once wrote a poem where I tried to combine everything you said over a week into a single story. ...It was difficult, because I'm still not very sure what Gryphons have to do with apple pies.

[He's still grinning a little bit, as he goes to thread their fingers.]

...Then we have to make the bed just as exciting, somehow. Embroidered sheets? Canopy? Heated pillows? Heated by those old brass containers, that they used way back when; you know the ones I mean.

[shylyintrepid]

Clearly the Gryphons are eating the apple pies.

[Duh. He matches his brother's grin]

Oh, a canopy and heated pillows yes. Thousands of pillows, with the softest sheets.

[laughingandlyric]

But what about the ones that prefer Rhubarb?

[He snorts a little.]

They'll have to be very small pillows, to fit so many. Oh-- ...or a very big bed, I guess. That maybe makes more sense.

[Logic. Once a day, like Jehan said.

Reaching behind his brother, he went to grab the nearby bar of soap, dipped it, and began to wash Jehan's shoulders with no preamble. Well, they were in a bath... so he might as well.]

[shylyintrepid]

Perhaps a bed made of pillows. No mattress, no bedframe, just pillows everywhere.

[He sighs when Jean starts washing his shoulders. Oh, that feels good]

The entire bedroom would be our bed.

[laughingandlyric]

Except for the one portion of the room that's left completely clear, for the desk and a chair?

[Because really, he knows you.]

I like that idea. It's like a forever pillow fort. A pillow jungle.

[He'd knead the soap in a little bit, then spread it along the blade with his hands, giving them a rub before pouring the hot water on top, to relax him.]

[shylyintrepid]

Two, so you can write as well.

[His next comment is cut off by the moan as Jean massages the soap in and rinses him off]

You spoil me, Jean.

[laughingandlyric]

I can write outside, if it's nice out. Or when you aren't using the desk.

[He looks in no uncertain terms very pleased at the little moan, and sits back a little to get his chest now, in much the same manner.]

I like to.

[shylyintrepid]

Mm, but I like writing with you. Our best work is collaborations, after all.

[He melts under his brother's touch]

And you're my muse.

[laughingandlyric]

They are. You're a better writer than I am, so that's definitely the case for me.

[He'd flush slightly, even though he looked pleased, at that sweet statement. Pressing Jehan against the rim of the tub a little so he can get lower along his torso, he shrugged his shoulders up, mildly self-consciously; but only because that had given him a little thrill to hear.]

Then that's my greatest role. And you're mine, too.