another lil rp
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Briar sat on a small bench in front of a large willow tree in the courtyard of his castle, humming as he drew quietly in his sketchbook. He had finally gotten a moment to himself, the chaos of the coronation having thrown off his entire schedule. He took a deep breath and sighed with content, inhaling the scent of the nature around him. He was quite glad to get some peace and quiet, but he knew eventually it wouldn’t last very long. He paused the drawing of a hydrangea he was working on, flipping to a page with many sketches of a young man he once knew. The love of his life. He exhaled softly, admiring the art for a moment before looking up. Gosh, if he could see me now- The new King of Altea.
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Lawrence rode into the kingdom as fast as his horse would go. He stopped when he got to the town square, looking around desperately. What had he been thinking? Briar wouldn't be in the kingdom, out and about. He'd be in his castle, bossing around servants, probably with a new boyfriend, with not even a thought about the former king. He slid off his horse and sat down on the edge of a fountain, burying his face in his hands. He'd allowed himself to cry more, since Joe was pretty much deaf and couldn't hear a word himself, but he tried to keep it in. He pulled out his notebook and small pencil.
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Briar looked up when he heard some voices calling for him and he groaned, rolling his eyes. “God, I am not in the mood for another council meeting- especially not with Father,” he muttered, shutting his journal and standing up. He looked around for a moment and slipped behind the tree, pushing his way through the small wall of bushes and out of the courtyard. He snuck to his little secret passage way and out to the stables, hopping onto his beloved horse, Glory. “Hello, beautiful~” He said with a smile, petting her neck for a moment before riding his way into town. He hummed as he rode through the streets, greeting the citizens with a kind smile.
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Lawrence pulled his thin, tattered coat around him. He wondered of Briar still used his old coat, or if it had been discarded in a bin. He flipped to the poems he'd written, a majority of them about the king. He sighed and tore out his latest one, scrunching it up and throwing it as hard as he could. It didn't go very far. Lawrence had gotten much skinnier since he'd been resorted to a poor urchin.
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Briar slowed his horse to a stop and hopped off, greeting a lady working a stall that sold flowers. He picked up one and paid for it, smiling as he admired it for a moment. He continued to walk on foot, guiding Glory with him. He looked over to see a man hunched over, sat on the fountain. He frowned and walked over to him, letting go of his horse’s reins for a moment. “Sir, are you alright?” He asked in a kind voice, crouching down in front of him.
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Lawrence looked up from his notebook and turned his gaze to Briar, expression unreadable. He didn't recognise the other man for a moment. He pulled out the newspaper from his coat and unfolded it, looking at the picture on the front cover, then looking at the man. His breath hitched. 'K-King Briar?' he stammered, voice wobbly, not answering his question.
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Briar watched him for a moment, a familiarity in his voice. “Y-Yes, that is me,” he replied with a warm smile, nodding. He- He sounds just like him, but- he looks different, he thought, his heart racing. “You- Your name isn’t Lawrence Wilson, is it?” He asked hopefully, his voice quiet.
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Lawrence scratched at the cut on his cheek. His hands shook as he nodded slowly, clutching the notebook tightly. He reached out to touch Briar's cheek, but paused halfway and pulled his hand back. 'I-It is.'
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Briar gasped, a smile spreading across his face. “You’re joking,” he spoke, grabbing Lawrence’s hands. “You- Do you remember me, Lawrence? We- we met when my- my father kidnapped you, and- and I tried to save you and we- we fell in love and-“ He exhaled shakily, whether from nerves of excitement, he couldn’t tell. He hoped and prayed the man remembered, to reassure him it actually happened. That it wasn’t some fever dream.
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Lawrence looked down at their hands, shaking slightly. He nodded quickly, looking up at Briar. 'I remember,' he said, voice barely above a whisper/
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Briar exhaled shakily, smiling happily. “It’s you, it’s really you-“ He let go of Lawrence’s hands and wrapped his arms around the man, burying his face in his neck. “I missed you so f---ing much, Lawrence,” he murmured, clinging to him.
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Lawrence blushed. He wrapped his arms around Briar's torso, barely able to process what was happening. Tears welled in his eyes as he raked his fingers through the king's hair, the familiar feeling of holding him overwhelming his senses. 'You're really here..' he said mumbled
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“I am, I’m here,” Briar spoke shakily, smiling as he hugged Lawrence close. He pulled back a little, exhaling softly. “Oh my God, I- I’ve missed you so much, Lawrence~ I- I’m so glad you’re alive.”
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Lawrence whimpered, burying his face in Briar's shirt. 'f---, you're really here...' he whispered, holding him tightly. He pulled back slightly to gaze into his eyes. 'I've missed you too...'
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Briar giggled softly, watching him with a smile. “God, how- how have you been! Where have you been? God, I missed you so much, Lawrence~”
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