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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]

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.

[shylyintrepid]

You're a wonderful writer, Jean. Just because I'm the oldest doesn't mean I'm the best.

[He shifts when Jean pushes him, reaching up to tangle his hands in his hair]

I'm nothing without you, after all.

[laughingandlyric]

No. You're the best because you just are.

[He assured, tilting his head a little to kiss his palm when his brother went to put fingers through his hair.

He'd continue to wash at his sides now, but watched his face to make sure it was actually relaxing for him.]

You're so much, either way. Maybe they decided to make me to remind you of that; whoever it is that decides about twins. Flying Mercury.

[shylyintrepid]

I would imagine it is Artemis and Apollo, not Mercury.

[Jean is doing wonders at relaxing Jehan. He closes his eyes and lets the heat wash over him as he relaxes under his brother's touch]

[laughingandlyric]

But the Dioscuri are in the sky as Gemini under Mercury's protection, aren't they? Any God who would allow himself to be the name of a planet would also guard that planet's sign, I imagine.

[He preferred the story of the Dioscuri to that of Artemis an dApollo anyway; it was somehow more tragic.

Once he's done with that, he'd very carefully switch to his brother's legs. He didn't want to work him up yet, just soothe him and clean him off, so he went a little more quickly, focusing on massaging the calves. Safer territory.]