log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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[monsieurblanc.livejournal.com]

It should be more safe. I have heard that there can be many ruffians with less intelligence and tact than you and I.

[Now he pulls up the sheets. There's a chill in the air. Best to enjoy the warmth and perfume they've created. Why are those eyes so bright? Upon closer inspection he sees emerald and topaz.]

We must be careful.

[Not to damper this moment, they have arrived from such a ride and should enjoy the destination as well as the journey....but the days to come are worth thinking of.]

[monsieurorange.livejournal.com]

[At first he laughs softly again, thinking Blanc's remark on ruffian's is a quip, a theatrical observation because what they have just accomplished has been very dramatic. But his following words and the expression he wears...that's different. It reminds him of the way Monsieur Blanc looked when he spoke of severing fingers.]

I know. [Orange nods, he needs no reminders for reasons Lawrence Dimick does not even realize.] But all is well this moment.

[monsieurblanc.livejournal.com]

Yes. It is.

[Perhaps this is enough to consider that if there is a God he is a loving being to allow a man such as he to have this sort of a moment. Lawrence holds their bodies close.]

...you were speaking truth when you said you did not court women.

[He smiles at this nonetheless.]

[monsieurorange.livejournal.com]

[Humor again? He quirks a brow while preparing his own retort.]

I court women but they are not my passion.

[These words are but words to describe the sentiment that courting women is purely business. As a son he must carry on the family name, courting women is a duty owed to his clan. Is it weak to admit he carries out gestures in which he has no heart while veiling that which passions him in secrecy? No, it isn't weak, it is smart. But there are weaknesses in this dangerous liaison too.]

Hush. [Before they speak more and threaten the peace by way of his own guilt.]

[monsieurblanc.livejournal.com]

[Blanc takes this to mean that he has in his way dishonored Orange.]

Pardon my trespass.

[A sigh and a moment of quiet he still revels in the way the sheets are askew and warm. This is a man he knows he can trust with his life, and the other way around. Even if nothing may come of this passion the memory is worth cherishing.]

Tomorrow the rest of our kin should arrive.

[And the play shall come into motion.]

[monsieurorange.livejournal.com]

Pardon granted. [It should not be so easy to speak such words with a man he barely knows but it is. No trespass truly made, no pardon truly required, but granted all the same. Orange shifts to curl closer against Blanc, keeping warm.]

And everything will go according to plan.

[This he speaks to fill Monsieur Blanc with confidence but underneath it is the realization that he has yet to reveal the truth while not quite telling a lie. It is the other plan his side has orchestrated that will fall into place too. You are a wretched human being, Newendyke. Share silence with me.

[He asks, begs, as quietly as a man who may only simply wish to sleep.]

[monsieurblanc.livejournal.com]

Yes. We'll be away to Spain in no more within two weeks time, gold in hand.

[Together or apart. Whatever it may be. The idea of seeing this man bare chested to the sun as the natives do, hiding away from king's men. For now though it is enough to be touching every space of skin against his own.

Perhaps they have been acquainted in times past.]

Good night, Monsieur Orange.

[Love as a more fond and carefree man would say.]