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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.......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. ]

[different worlds, different kingdoms! such trifles doesn't change the fact that he's so damn curious]

Well. I mean. In my world, only women can h-have children. Men don't........ Ah... Have the c-correct..... [pause as he tries to word it] Equipment for the job.

[ Ah, now there's just no mistaking it. And the King can't help but laugh at how Arthur still seems to stutter over his words just trying to clarify his question. ]

Yeah, of course. That's plain, simple biology. We are all still human, y'know.

[ He gives a tuft of the queen's hair a light, playful tug, still smiling down at him, finding the other's bashfulness painfully endearing. ]

We have a few options, but some are more dangerous than others, so we haven't exactly decided yet. Adopting seems the safest, most reliable avenue though. We may just end up doing that.

[...oh. oh. adoption. why didn't he think of that? why did he just jump to the conclusion of.........

okay he actually DOES hide his face in his hands. so embarrassed. he wants to hide under a rock]

[ Well, to be fair, the other options include surrogacy and turning one of them into a woman for as long as it takes to conceive and give birth. The King doesn't tell him that though because the latter is sort of complicated and dangerous and requires powerful magic they probably shouldn't be tampering with, while the former opens up a whole other round of questions the monarchs haven't even begun to think about answering yet.

The King laughs again, but tempers that bit of cruelty by putting his arms around the other man. He noses the top of his head affectionately and strokes along his spine in an attempt to be comforting. ]

I don't think I've seen either of the other queens I know like this in a long time.

[he stiffens in the King's grip, mostly because ahhh embarrassed! but also because the King is touching him again and he really likes being affectionate but aaa everything is confusing]

P-pardon?

[ The King isn't daunted; he ran his hand over one red cheek, letting his fingertips soak up the heat from Arthur's flushed skin. Once again, he's very tempted to kiss his lips. ]

You're blushing, Your Grace...

Shut up. [pushes the King away, finally, freely being himself. it's affectionate, in his own way, because he was trying so hard to keep a calm head in front of this new face. though now he's finally opening up]

[ The King allows himself to be pushed away, but he's grinning even as he's forced to backpedal from the other man, obviously neither offended nor put out by the sharpness of the command. A moment later, he's casually invading Arthur's personal space again. ]

What? I was just making an observation...

[that cheeky grin! it's mocking him! the Queen puffs out his cheeks before reaching up and yanking on the King's nose]

[ Mocking?! The King only mocks Clubs and some of the Hearts, for goodness' sake! He was more like... laughing with the queen— not at! So suffice to say that he's genuinely shocked by what happens next. ]

Ow!

[ He can't help but laugh, but this time he's laughing more with disbelief than anything else. His poor nose! Ouch... That smarts. He's more used to verbal abuse! That said, he's not going to let Arthur get away with that, of course, so quickly, he leans down to pinch the queen's neck with his teeth— gently! Well, at least not hard enough to leave any marks. He's flirting a little, yes. ]

[hgfjkdghd his neck is a weak spot though! the bite forces him to let go before practically melting into the King's arms. darn you, King!]

Ow, yourself.

[ Well, he'd be flat-out lying if he said he hadn't been hoping it was, heh, but he didn't expect to not get slapped or something! Nonetheless, he catches the queen with practiced ease and decides that he just may want to take advantage of this moment. He only hesitates briefly before warmly kissing the spot where he bit the other man, soothing over the redness left behind from his little assault by softly mouthing the skin. He only kisses once, though, uncomfortable with doing anything else without some sort of sign that he's being allowed to do so from the queen himself. ]

[it's probably for the best. he's confused enough already. he's sort of known as the Melancholy Queen because he's tormented by his thoughts and never smiles. though he's had a lot of fun meeting this King, he's not sure it's helped him come to anymore conclusions. if anything, it's made him even more puzzled.

he does sigh at the kiss, because it feels nice and warm. but when he gets his bearings, he practically shoves the King away from him. it's not that he's mad at the King, because that would be silly. the Queen's more trying to get his own thoughts together]

...You have others. [two other Queens that love him, right? damn playboy... or lucky bastard... the Queen isn't sure which]

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