King x Gardener
Thread Topic: King x Gardener
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Casimir stood in the doorway, giving a small smile. ‘Do you want me to leave? Or I can stay and hang out here for a bit. I have nothing to do.’
(I’m gonna attempt to go back to sleep since it’s like 6am, gnnnnn) -
(xD yeah, you should do that- gn!)
“I uh, I think I’ll be fine on my own-“ Georgie said, realizing he didn’t really want him to leave. But if he was gonna be able to take off his prosthetic without the prince finding out, he needed him to. “You don’t have to stay, I’ll be okay~” -
‘Alright,’ Casimir said, turning around. ‘Just, uh, take care of yourself, please.’ He walked out, gently closing the door behind him.
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Georgie nodded, running a hand through their hair. “I will- Thank you,” he said, smiling a little at Casimir before the door shut. He exhaled shakily and pulled up the pant leg of their trousers, quickly unbuckling the prosthetic and pulling it off carefully. f---, that’s not great, they muttered, staring at the growing bruises, scratches and cuts on their leg bump. They stood and hobbled over to a small desk, opening a drawer and pulling out some ointments, a handkerchief and wraps. He moved back over to the bed and sat down, cleaning off the cuts and putting the ointment on before wrapping it. He sighed and laid down on the bed, letting their pant leg roll down and lay limp off the edge of the bed.
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Casimir stayed at the door for a moment, in case he heard any cries of pain and anguish. He kind of hoped he did so he could spend more time with Georgie. Then he got mad he wanted to spend more time with Georgie so he walked off. He rubbed his face with his hands, then walked to Damien’s room. He knocked on the door.
‘Come in!’
Damien was reading a German children’s book on the floor as part of his homework from his tutor. ‘Hey,’ Casimir said, sitting on the floor opposite him. ‘Why did you do that, with the flowers?’ -
Georgie rolled over onto their side, exhaling softly as they become lost in thought. He really is nice, isn’t he? I don’t know why I expected him to be this, harsh, rude and snooty prince- I man, je’s a little more socially awkward than what I expected, but he seems very sweet, they thought, smiling to themselves. She rolled back onto her back, resting her hands on her chest. I hope I can talk to him more soon~
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(he’s**)
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‘Because you’re always moping in your room! You never play with me and Michael anymore! Or even Bella!’ Damien complained.
Casimir watched his little brother for a moment, then sighed. He crossed his legs. ‘You know I mean well, Damien. I can’t spend all my time playing with you.’
‘You used to be so much more fun,’ Damien mumbled.
Casimir looked away. ‘How about this, I’ll play with you more in return that you don’t mess up the garden anymore, okay?’
Damien grinned. ‘Okay!’ he stood up and ran off to tell Michael and their youngest sibling, Bella. Casimir sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. -
Georgie laid there in bed with a smile, soon falling asleep from the exhaustion of work as he thought of his interactions with Casimir.
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(I’m just gonna go ahead and ts lmao)
Casimir stood up and walked to his room. He flopped onto his bed and also eventually fell asleep. Damien came in and woke him for dinner, and he walked to the dining hall.
(Do you wanna do a dinner scene with maybe some drama or just go ahead and skip that?) -
(maybe skip? idk, i’m braindead and just, mentally and emotionally exhausted rn- even tho i’ve done f---ing nothing all day.)
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(Alrighty, to the next day or just the night? And I feel you dude, if you need to talk I’m here)
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(i’m just so f---ing done with my mom rn-
i won’t put more here, since it’s for the rp, but i’ll be sobbing in my vent thread :’)
and maybe the night? cas comes to check on georgie??) -
(Oh damn. Well I’ll check on you in there if it’s okay? I just didn’t want to invade and stuff
Alrighty, let’s do that then)
After an exhausting dinner, Casimir walked down to the servants quarters. He wanted to talk to Georgie. He fidgeted with his hands and stood outside the door, taking a deep breath then knocking on the door. -
(yeah, that’s fine, i don’t mind. i’m just so tired of life n stuff rn T^T)
Georgie flinched when there was a knock on the door and she stood from her chair, brushing strands of hair out of her face. “Who is it?” She asked, moving over to the bed and grabbing her prosthetic that laid on it.
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