dear_mun | So... much... to do...

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So... much... to do...

I... Yes, we know you've been through a lot this past month. You still have a lot on your mind and no one blames you for a day or two spent too distracted to get anything done, so you should stop beating yourself up over that. Everyone has told you that they don't mind waiting, so listen to them. Just because some people haven't been so patient in the past doesn't mean everyone is like them. Some people actually do mean what they say, of course. And you have done a pretty good job at getting back on track, even after all this— probably a better one than most in your situation would have been able to.

That's why I'm very grateful you've been allowing me more time and attention lately. Thank you for that. I'm sure the queen is also very glad too. From both of us: thank you. I know you'll get to starting that post eventually, so don't let it add to your stress right now. I'm liking the spontaneous moments with Arthur and the others that we have, and we have so much to plan for now that we've decided on the family matter! That'll keep us all plenty busy while you take a little more time to get your head screwed back on straight! (And, obviously, I'd appreciate any spare moments you can spend on listening to me tell you more about the kingdom, in case you were wondering about that. Seriously, who wouldn't?)

Oh, and, uh, lastly, we're all proud of you for dealing with that too; it had its moments, but running yourself ragged over something like that was not worth it. It's about time you accepted it. One day at a time with the more important and serious things now, right? Right!

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[ Hmm? What's this? No scowling, no yelling? That's virtually the equivalent of lifting up a big sign declaring, "Please! Test my limits!" to the King, which he is apparently interested in doing. He kisses the queen's other cheek and raises a hand from his waist to lightly brush a forefinger along the shorter man's jaw, resting it on his chin. ]

This attitude again? All right, then I'm sure you won't mind me not staring right back at you.

[oh gosh what does he do. he doesn't want to be rude but this guy...]

I... should warn you. I am not your Queen. Y-you shouldn't b-be cheating on him! [red faced]

[ D'ohoh! Blushing is loads better than anything he expected from this queen. He's sort of impressed, to be honest. The King can't decide from his reactions though if he's on the verge of exploding with offense or embarrassment. His words seem to imply the former, but he's just not sure... Surely if he was truly put-off by the advances he's made on him so far, he would have done more than just stand there the first time he kissed his cheek.

So Alfred pretends to be hurt, convincing frown turning his lips downward and disappointment clear in his eyes. He doesn't pull away though. ]

Are you that upset with me? Just because I haven't seen you as often as the other doesn't make us any less real. If you're going to be so stubborn, maybe you can sleep alone with the cats tonight.

[dammit! don't make that face. the King in his world still means a lot to him. just... not romantically]

I already sleep alone. Idiot.

[ 'Good thing he ain't that king then, eh? He'd be comforted a little to know that the Wounded Puppy-Dog look is still effective at least. ]

Then one more day shouldn't hurt, should it?

[puts his hand on the King's face and shoves him away. stupid cute puppy-dog look]

Whatever!

[ Not the face, not the face! Manhandling a monarch in glasses! Rude! Well, that's more like what he was expecting earlier, but somehow his own expectations don't stop him from sputtering in surprise. ]

...I was wondering when you'd show your true colors!

[you're rude! hmph]

Pardon? [insulted face!]

[ Your face is rude! "Hmph" yourself! ]

Exactly what I said. One of the other queens I know told me about you.

[ He shrugs, taking off his glasses and examining the lenses. They're all smudged with Arthur's fingertips now, so he frowns and takes out a small blue-violet handkerchief to wipe them clean. ]

[your glasses are rude!]

So. You were purposefully trying to rile me up.

[ HDU! The glasses are just an innocent bystander! Check your perfect vision privilege, queenie; the King needs these to see! They're the finest pair of spectacles ever crafted in the Spade Kingdom!

Alfred shrugs and quirks a brow at the other man. Well, the queen isn't wrong, but his actions are a little more nuanced than simply trying to annoy the monarch. ]

Maybe next time you'll be more tolerant of people who are different from what you are used to. You were almost making a scene of yourself.

[him? tolerant? oh dear...]

H-how dare you! You can't talk to me like that! [huffy]

[ And kind of cute. ]

Huh? I can't talk to you like how? You were staring, Your Grace. I...

[ He pauses for a moment, obviously finding a little bit of difficulty acknowledging what he's about to acknowledge aloud. ]

...understand that I don't mean to you what you mean to me, but that's doesn't justify your rubbing it in.

.......I... wasn't rubbing in anything! [he was just curious. and now he feels bad, because he hates hurting the King. any King. he didn't mean to be rude]

It's just, in my world, the King is in love with someone else.

So I hear.

[ He can't really imagine that though. He knows one of the queens he knows, the one this one has spoken to, used to have romantic interest in the current Queen of Diamonds, but the King is younger than his partner— so much so that he didn't have time to look into being with anyone else and now, he's simply not interested. ]

You know that isn't how it is in my world though, don't you? What were you hoping to have from me?

I wasn't hoping to have anything. I suppose... I just wanted to meet you. [or maybe he felt left out] I'm sorry.

[ The honesty of the queen's answer surprises him and he wonders if maybe he's been too guarded internally, guilty of exactly what he accuses this Arthur of being— intolerant. He's confused; this Arthur doesn't love him, but he doesn't seem to hate or dislike him either. He doesn't understand why though or what he does mean to him and, truthfully, he's afraid to ask. He can't predict how he'll react to knowing more and he doesn't want to risk being really hurt or saddened, let alone possibly jeopardize his happiness with the others.

After a while of merely being quiet, he sighs and reaches out to take the queen's hand, bowing to kiss his knuckles lightly. ]

King Alfred F. Jones, of the First House of Spades. How do you do, Your Grace.

[why would the King worry about being hurt by this Queen? he's got his own Queen and they're talking about having children! but anyway, he's rather surprised by the King's emotions. and for a fleeting moment, he feels as though he's being treated with dignity. it's a nice feeling, and he appreciates it. not that he'd say that out loud.

though his face says it. his expression looks relieved]

...I'm right as rain. [now] Thank you for asking.

[ For a reason similar to the queen's for worrying about hurting this King? They may be from different worlds, but no matter how different their homes are from each other, suffice to say that, at their cores, they are still the same people, the same souls. The King's feelings aren't going to change immediately for any Arthur Kirkland simply because of that. It's too hard to differentiate between them, seeing how they look the same, talk the same, even have the same nuances to their various expressions. Alfred is still going to feel the same inherent love for him until this queen commits some cardinal sin against him that explicitly changes forever how he thinks of him, specifically.

So, you see, it's all he can do, really— keep holding his hand and just manage to restrain himself from leaning in to kiss the queen on the mouth when he smiles at him. He settles for a less intimate, but no less genuinely emotional, peck to the temple. ]

Well, it does sort of rain a lot in our kingdom.

[at home, he would probably never get kissed by the King, mouth, cheek, forehead. he can't say it's not nice to be treated like that. different, but nice. he's still respectful, though]

Ours, too. [his smile becomes a light smirk. a part of him wants to ask how it's possible for two guys to have kids in the other's kingdom. because... he kind of likes that. but he's too much of a gentleman to say anything! besides, it would have seemed like he was snooping....... which he kind of was] And you?

[ Luckily, the King is so akjflkdsfl excite about the situation, that he can't really be expected to keep the news to himself anyway. ]

Me? Oh, I'm well! Great, actually! Arth— Er, I mean, the other you that you met... He and I have decided to start a family, so there's a lot of planning to be done!

[could the King read his mind? he better be careful about that!]

That sounds wonderful. [his smile twitches, because he's so eager to ask, but he doesn't want to be rude... finally he just asks really fast] sohowdomengetpregnantinyourworld!

[ If only! ]

...Hm?

[ Unfortunately, Arthur's question is a train-wreck of syllables and the King can only blink and incline his head towards the other man. ]

'Sorry— I don't... think I got that? What about men?

[faceinhands]

I... I just wanted to know... How two men in your kingdom have children... [and how i can get in on that]

[ Well, first of all, they're from different worlds, remember?

The King continues to look confused, as though he can't understand what he's asking exactly, much less why the queen is asking him. ]

...Could you... um, be more specific?

[ It's very possible that he's laying it on pretty thick right now though, just to see Arthur blush some more. ]

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