[ for all of sasuke's wondering, he's seeing the truth right now, that laurent, when not spitting acid, is like this — quiet, inquisitive, more comfortable curled up on his bed than with a weapon in his hands. ]
And your bloodline is special. [ it must be, with those peculiar eyes. laurent has never seen anything like them. ] But that isn't all. Who taught you espionage, warfare, and everything else?
[ not his brother. the memory flits through his mind once more. the boy running through that house, afraid, was too young. laurent's gaze flickers back to the screen, settling on sasuke again now that he's looked away. i'd find you. another peculiar sentiment. laurent has never had anyone come for him since auguste died, and has long since let go of his faith in such things. only auguste could have found him anywhere. only auguste would have come to his aid in any trial. now, there is no one. certainly not sasuke. he sets the thought neatly aside. ]
Maru eats the amount necessary for her happiness. [ hardly. laurent can feel her spiteful glare at his back. but at the inquiry, he blinks slowly, a steady pang in his chest. ]
Auguste was good with everyone. Especially with courting women. He wasn't allowed to — we aren't allowed to be alone with the opposite sex, remember — but we all knew he would find a suitable match, make her his queen, create strong heirs. He was all that a prince, and a future king, should be. [ a beat. ] I didn't grow into it. [ liking women. being a suitable prince. ] My kingdom would need an heir, but I — [ shame blooms inside of him at speaking such a thing aloud, even as his words hold steady with conviction. ] I would not bring them forth. I would not continue this bloodline. Not for weak, tainted heirs that will suffer for crimes they did not commit.
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And your bloodline is special. [ it must be, with those peculiar eyes. laurent has never seen anything like them. ] But that isn't all. Who taught you espionage, warfare, and everything else?
[ not his brother. the memory flits through his mind once more. the boy running through that house, afraid, was too young. laurent's gaze flickers back to the screen, settling on sasuke again now that he's looked away. i'd find you. another peculiar sentiment. laurent has never had anyone come for him since auguste died, and has long since let go of his faith in such things. only auguste could have found him anywhere. only auguste would have come to his aid in any trial. now, there is no one. certainly not sasuke. he sets the thought neatly aside. ]
Maru eats the amount necessary for her happiness. [ hardly. laurent can feel her spiteful glare at his back. but at the inquiry, he blinks slowly, a steady pang in his chest. ]
Auguste was good with everyone. Especially with courting women. He wasn't allowed to — we aren't allowed to be alone with the opposite sex, remember — but we all knew he would find a suitable match, make her his queen, create strong heirs. He was all that a prince, and a future king, should be. [ a beat. ] I didn't grow into it. [ liking women. being a suitable prince. ] My kingdom would need an heir, but I — [ shame blooms inside of him at speaking such a thing aloud, even as his words hold steady with conviction. ] I would not bring them forth. I would not continue this bloodline. Not for weak, tainted heirs that will suffer for crimes they did not commit.