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somuchbetterthanthat:

> > Jonelias week, day 2!
> > Setting: Royal // Prompt: Forbidden affair

> Ever since he’s been deposed, Elias has had his fair share of visitors; being the former head of a kingdom affords you many amenities, including being able to have the finest food and clothes and furniture one can wish for in the tower they’re kept in, and so he doesn’t lack anything to entertain his angry or wary guests.

> Jon, however, is not like any of them; he shines bright in a corner of Elias’ mind, who cannot help, even know, to reach out for him, despite the danger behind them finding themselves in the same room. Truly he should have prepared for the fact Jon would not respect the orders given at the base of the tower, but he had thought that, as reluctant new king, he would have much more to care about than to come here, to the edge of their domain, where the fog curl around the stone.

> As it is, when Jon appears, Elias realizes he’s been starved until that very moment. God but he is beautiful in his new royal gown, his eyes as dark and dangerous as Elias knew they could become, his posture taller, more confident, his power shimmering all around him, visible only to Elias. His most perfect work, Elias thinks, and it takes all the restrain that usually comes so naturally to him not to get up and breach the distance between them to devour him all.

> Not yet. Not. Yet.

> “My king.” he nods instead, shadow of a smirk on his lips, as is proper for the role he plays in this story. “I assume the hour is grave if you come to me when there is so much to oversee already; or have you come to have my head, perhaps?”

> Jon only stares at him for a long moment, which means Elias has to stare back, to be safe. It’s a thrill all on his own, although the fact Jon wavers and leans forwards, like he’s smelling a delicious meal, is nothing but gorgeous to witness. Still. Business must go on.

> “Well?” he insists. “Which is it, Jon?”

> “I–” Jon blinks. shakes his head. “I’m not here as king,” he says, dragging that last word like it’s a curse. “Basira insisted you didn’t want me here but I needed – I wanted –”

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