(So I had to give this prompt a try since it really tugged my heart so much!! This is my first time writing a FFXV fic so I'm sorry if this is just BAD, I wrote it so fast like zoom... I'm gonna post it on AO3 and hopefully continue more of this prompt when I get the chance)
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It was usually after the king’s long and uneventful meetings that Clarus would slipped a hand around Regis’ hand without anyone noticing as they took their walk outside of the room. Clarus was graced with his king’s smile and a small squeeze before taking their time to move to a more secluded area.
At times, he thought he was young once more.
The king’s garden was one area the two enjoyed. The silence and the beauty of flowers, arranged in a lively array of whites, reds, blues. Clarus listened to every word that Regis spoke of as he talked about each flower.
Clarus never researched botany much, but hearing Regis talk of the ones he was most fond of, he would never get tired of hearing his majesty speak.
With a stroll around the cobbled pathway, they took their seat down a stone bench. Clarus stood closely by Regis’ side, their shoulders brushing with closeness until he rested a hand over the king’s left, feeling the subtle warmth and glancing the marks of prominent veins.
Clarus understood that this wasn’t forever, they were growing old, and if Regis was to fall, then everything will be over, but he has faith in the new generation. They will emerge and have their place in this world.
A future.
“You are thinking too much, Clarus.”
Clarus looked up. “I apologize. It’s nothing to concern yourself with.”
But Regis placed his hand other Clarus’ own and pressed firmly. He didn’t utter another word, and Clarus breathed, his heart calmed once more because this moment belonged only to them.
Mini Fill: Song of Dreams 1/?
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It was usually after the king’s long and uneventful meetings that Clarus would slipped a hand around Regis’ hand without anyone noticing as they took their walk outside of the room. Clarus was graced with his king’s smile and a small squeeze before taking their time to move to a more secluded area.
At times, he thought he was young once more.
The king’s garden was one area the two enjoyed. The silence and the beauty of flowers, arranged in a lively array of whites, reds, blues. Clarus listened to every word that Regis spoke of as he talked about each flower.
Clarus never researched botany much, but hearing Regis talk of the ones he was most fond of, he would never get tired of hearing his majesty speak.
With a stroll around the cobbled pathway, they took their seat down a stone bench. Clarus stood closely by Regis’ side, their shoulders brushing with closeness until he rested a hand over the king’s left, feeling the subtle warmth and glancing the marks of prominent veins.
Clarus understood that this wasn’t forever, they were growing old, and if Regis was to fall, then everything will be over, but he has faith in the new generation. They will emerge and have their place in this world.
A future.
“You are thinking too much, Clarus.”
Clarus looked up. “I apologize. It’s nothing to concern yourself with.”
But Regis placed his hand other Clarus’ own and pressed firmly. He didn’t utter another word, and Clarus breathed, his heart calmed once more because this moment belonged only to them.