Wingul | Fealty before duty

[longdau]

[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.]

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AND FINALLY

[dawnking]

[Gaius doesn't respond right away. Not because he's surprised at Wingul's response, he knows that even at times like this his default response is still usually snippy. But he pauses instead to shoot him a look, more out of habit than actual annoyance. Why do you have to make this so difficult every time?]

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.]