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Wingul | Fealty before duty
[Issuing orders is but one responsibility of managing a country. Then there is the written part, where records must be kept in order to ensure that mistakes are prevented, in addition to the petitions in need of royal approval (a task split between himself and his king, for he can hardly sign in Gaius' name without prior discussion). Sometimes all of this involves a great deal of crosschecking, as it so happens to be the case that afternoon, indicated by the papers spread atop the table, before which Wingul sits with his legs tucked under him.
He has been working since the early morning, and the work is nearly finished. More would come piling in afterward, but punctuality is absolutely essential to a working system. So he continues without break, staring down at the slip in front of him and soaking in the words imprinted there.
It's no difficult task. Wingul has always been better with words.]
He has been working since the early morning, and the work is nearly finished. More would come piling in afterward, but punctuality is absolutely essential to a working system. So he continues without break, staring down at the slip in front of him and soaking in the words imprinted there.
It's no difficult task. Wingul has always been better with words.]
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[There's a bit of a shine in Gaius's eyes, more telling than the faint hint of a smile on his lips. It was not exactly as rare an expression as most people would have you believe, but certainly less fleeting in this instance than it so often was. His hand lingered on the other man's face for a moment before moving to grasp his chin, tilting his head up to meet his own. The kiss is brief, but firm. Gaius releases his grasp only to lean forward to whisper in his ear.]
U tuususundu yaio, Lin.
oh this got long
He inhales deeply upon hearing the foreign words slip past Gaius' lips. Gaius is far from mastering the language, but he is gifted regardless in that he has learned more than anyone else within miles of the citadel. Perhaps the entirety of Auj Oule, Rieze Maxia.
In his childhood, it had been a stifling language. He had used the coveted tongue of the elite, only to be ignored by those that shared in the privilege, because he had been too young. The experience is no longer as bitter to think upon now; now, now that everything to do with it is gone and a relic of the past.
Gaius, though, speaks Long Dau with respect and attentiveness that Wingul cannot disregard, even if he himself does not make an effort to use it in his regular state.
Wingul shifts underneath Gaius, attempting to slide his body a little ways up so that he can have a better look at Gaius' face. So that he is not swallowed by Gaius' larger form, because even in this position, Wingul cares to have a presence of his own. And to dispense a dry quip after a long pause.]
Is that all you had to say?
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AND FINALLY
I'd think you'd know me well enough by now that I wouldn't have to say anything else. You're supposed to be the smart one here, you know.
[Gaius traced a line on Wingul's exposed skin as he spoke, down the side of his neck and along his collar bone, gently nudging the fabric of his shirt to the side, just enough to seem indecent.]