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Achilleas was far, far too nice sometimes. Offering Nikos something to wear...but then it was only good sportsmanship, he reflected. It might be a little too cruel, even for him, to have Nikos dripping wet from the fountain all night. Or, gods forbid, have to go home. He side eyed Achilleas again, thinking maybe that home was probably where Nikos would rather go. Nikos’s shoulders were tense and he looked unwilling to turn around at Achilleas’s call, though he finally did.
Stephanos clambered out of the fountain, wringing out the ends of his clothes, not at all sorry, though, he found as he looked towards the balcony and saw his elder brother standing there, glaring at him, that he might come to be. For a long moment, Prince Zacharias and Prince Stephanos silently argued across the vast distance from the balcony to the fountain. Then Zacharias was turning away and walking back inside, leaving Stephanos rolling his eyes but chastened.
Apparently the crown prince was not amused, in any fashion. Tomorrow, Stephanos might reflect that this was not the best decision, but it was the most amusing. He could already hear the lecture he’d be getting no doubt from both father and brother. Then his mother might step in to shield him and that would escalate higher. A good Mikaelidas fight. The best of times.
He sopped his way over to Nikos, the cocky gait back in his step as he grinned. Trouble was tomorrow, gloating was for tonight. Nodding to Nikos, he put an arm around the man’s shoulders, briefly calling for a truce. “It’s just a bit of fun, you peacock,” he said gamely. “Let’s neither of us get fevers. Xene will cover for us, Achilleas will share his clothes, such as they are, and then we’ll go back to the party and continue our night separately, yet delightfully. Deal?”
He then let go of Nikos and waved expansively at Achilleas. “Cousin, lead on.” The three men entered the manor by a more circuitous route to change while Stephanos flapped at Xene to rejoin the party, mouthing at her to ‘make him less mad’. Him, of course, being their brother. Perhaps, if his sister was very clever, and feeling generous, she might save him that chewing out tomorrow. Maybe.
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Achilleas was far, far too nice sometimes. Offering Nikos something to wear...but then it was only good sportsmanship, he reflected. It might be a little too cruel, even for him, to have Nikos dripping wet from the fountain all night. Or, gods forbid, have to go home. He side eyed Achilleas again, thinking maybe that home was probably where Nikos would rather go. Nikos’s shoulders were tense and he looked unwilling to turn around at Achilleas’s call, though he finally did.
Stephanos clambered out of the fountain, wringing out the ends of his clothes, not at all sorry, though, he found as he looked towards the balcony and saw his elder brother standing there, glaring at him, that he might come to be. For a long moment, Prince Zacharias and Prince Stephanos silently argued across the vast distance from the balcony to the fountain. Then Zacharias was turning away and walking back inside, leaving Stephanos rolling his eyes but chastened.
Apparently the crown prince was not amused, in any fashion. Tomorrow, Stephanos might reflect that this was not the best decision, but it was the most amusing. He could already hear the lecture he’d be getting no doubt from both father and brother. Then his mother might step in to shield him and that would escalate higher. A good Mikaelidas fight. The best of times.
He sopped his way over to Nikos, the cocky gait back in his step as he grinned. Trouble was tomorrow, gloating was for tonight. Nodding to Nikos, he put an arm around the man’s shoulders, briefly calling for a truce. “It’s just a bit of fun, you peacock,” he said gamely. “Let’s neither of us get fevers. Xene will cover for us, Achilleas will share his clothes, such as they are, and then we’ll go back to the party and continue our night separately, yet delightfully. Deal?”
He then let go of Nikos and waved expansively at Achilleas. “Cousin, lead on.” The three men entered the manor by a more circuitous route to change while Stephanos flapped at Xene to rejoin the party, mouthing at her to ‘make him less mad’. Him, of course, being their brother. Perhaps, if his sister was very clever, and feeling generous, she might save him that chewing out tomorrow. Maybe.
Achilleas was far, far too nice sometimes. Offering Nikos something to wear...but then it was only good sportsmanship, he reflected. It might be a little too cruel, even for him, to have Nikos dripping wet from the fountain all night. Or, gods forbid, have to go home. He side eyed Achilleas again, thinking maybe that home was probably where Nikos would rather go. Nikos’s shoulders were tense and he looked unwilling to turn around at Achilleas’s call, though he finally did.
Stephanos clambered out of the fountain, wringing out the ends of his clothes, not at all sorry, though, he found as he looked towards the balcony and saw his elder brother standing there, glaring at him, that he might come to be. For a long moment, Prince Zacharias and Prince Stephanos silently argued across the vast distance from the balcony to the fountain. Then Zacharias was turning away and walking back inside, leaving Stephanos rolling his eyes but chastened.
Apparently the crown prince was not amused, in any fashion. Tomorrow, Stephanos might reflect that this was not the best decision, but it was the most amusing. He could already hear the lecture he’d be getting no doubt from both father and brother. Then his mother might step in to shield him and that would escalate higher. A good Mikaelidas fight. The best of times.
He sopped his way over to Nikos, the cocky gait back in his step as he grinned. Trouble was tomorrow, gloating was for tonight. Nodding to Nikos, he put an arm around the man’s shoulders, briefly calling for a truce. “It’s just a bit of fun, you peacock,” he said gamely. “Let’s neither of us get fevers. Xene will cover for us, Achilleas will share his clothes, such as they are, and then we’ll go back to the party and continue our night separately, yet delightfully. Deal?”
He then let go of Nikos and waved expansively at Achilleas. “Cousin, lead on.” The three men entered the manor by a more circuitous route to change while Stephanos flapped at Xene to rejoin the party, mouthing at her to ‘make him less mad’. Him, of course, being their brother. Perhaps, if his sister was very clever, and feeling generous, she might save him that chewing out tomorrow. Maybe.