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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]

[Threading their fingers together, despite that being counter-productive to digging things out of suitcases, he bites his lip and nods.]

A few work still. Aladdin, and The Little Mermaid.

[There was something nostalgic about sitting though all the previews for movies they'd already seen.]

Hm... um, Jehan? Why don't I just drag this into the bathroom with us? Easier that way, and-- [He gave there hands a squeeze.] I won't have to let go.

[shylyintrepid]

The Lion King?

[His favorite thing is watching old previews on the internet. It sends him back to his childhood.

And then Jean suggests dragging the suitcase into the bathroom and he just laughs and starts reloading it all]

And there's our practicality quota for the day. Thank God you're the smart one.

[laughingandlyric]

Part of that one is messy, but we can just sing that scene ourselves while I use my finger to wind it past that bit.

[Suggested, laughing under his breath and shortly at his second statement.

When Jehan finished reloading it, he gave his temple another kiss for his troubled before stooping to grab the handle of the case to tug it along after them.]

It's nearly nine, if we didn't use it up by midnight, we'd have to forfeit it. And I'm not the smart one.

[As far as he was concerned, his brother was better at... well, all right.

Jean was prone to compliments and being somewhat gushing over those he actually loved. So in his estimation, if Jehan was not better at everything? Then he hadn't noticed, and might insist he was.]

[shylyintrepid]

You are the smart one.

[And Jehan was just as bad. The poetry written about his younger twin was proof of that.

He helps Jean with the suitcase and unloads the goods again, setting the candles up to be lit and finding a safe place for the chocolates]

We don't need glasses, right?

[laughingandlyric]

[Oh, don't remind him about the poetry. He'd spend the rest of the night staring and sighing and giving all manner of actual, distressing signs of absolute adoration.

Instead, he shakes his head to the compliment; see? Jehan is even the modest one, isn't he; and goes to help with lighting the candles, after setting out the wine bottle.]

No, we don't. We can be real and true heathens. Melted chocolate in the bath and drinking right from the bottle. It'll be messy, and terrible and great.

[shylyintrepid]

[Only distressing if the object of his adoration did not understand just what they meant and how powerful the adoration was. Jehan has had moments of absolute despair over his love for his brother. He understands better than anyone.

He laughs]

I'll run a fresh bath, then. Hot water, more lavender, and all the things we promised Maman we'd never do.

[laughingandlyric]

[While he'd never admit to having felt that same brand of despair, so as not to upset the brother e knew well enough to understand the feelings of by almost nearly just a glance, it was certain that he had. In a way, it made the tenderness and the surrender into that adoration all the more powerful.

But, he knew he was more than a little strange for thinking so; they both were, really.]

You have an innocent face, a kind heart and a scandalous mind.

[He teased, lightly, getting the wine uncorked once he had finished with the candles.]

You know, that is the best combination for a man to have, I think.

[shylyintrepid]

Best combination for anyone to have. How else can you truly appreciate the world if you don't at times think that the tree looks a bit phallic?

[He smiles and runs a fresh bath, adding in more lavender than before this time]

Or that the holder of your heart looks particularly ravishable?

[laughingandlyric]

[Snorting softly, he went to set the chocolates and the wine on the lip of the tub.]

It depends on the tree... though, then there's the wordplay, with kinds like the 'redwood', isn't there.

[At the second bit, though, he shoots him one of those looks that maybe betrays just how sappily he feels... before heading over to join him where he was adding lavender, and putting his arms around him from behind, leaning his head onto his shoulder.]

It's an important part of the human condition, yeah. ...And the second part is only all right if the holder of your heart thinks so back. Or, well. More all right, when they do.

[shylyintrepid]

[Jehan leans back against his twin, sighing a bit]

Well, do you? Think I look ravishable, that is.

[laughingandlyric]

Was that ever in doubt?

[Leaning over, he'd place a kiss just behind his ear.]

Of course I do.

[shylyintrepid]

Then perhaps, after our bath, we might....?

[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.