[closed] they told me all of my cages were mental

[ordinar]

Who: Wilhelm & miscellaneous
When: throughout October & November
Where: Thorne, Horizon
What: Catchall for dramatic bitch fall
Warnings: will adjust as needed


Closed starters to follow. Maybe some open starters eventually.

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[ushiri]

He remembers what it was like to be Wilhelm's age, the intensity of his own feelings the first time he met the gaze of another young man in town and recognized the same wanting that he'd tried to ignore. His face is blurred by years, but at the time he could recall every detail, and at night he could play back every conversation and every small touch they shared.

How it could make him feel whole and hollow at the same time.

There are those other memories, too. The ones that don't fit, that make no sense. The ones where he watched John from a distance in Rathal'pesha, not Nayeshi. Where they went months without being able to talk and it was maddening. There's more, so many more intimate details that he tries not to fixate on. Especially now, here. He makes Wilhelm his focus again, watching him as he seems incapable of sitting still - or meeting his gaze for too long.

"Your mother didn't approve?"

[ordinar]

Wilhelm shakes his head, fingers tightening on his knees.

"It was...complicated."

Which is why he spends a moment sorting out how to explain without forfeiting any details about his title, which he prefers to leave behind him as much as possible.

"I don't think she would've cared that I'm...you know, except that I'm supposed to get married and have kids someday. Carry on the family legacy. That's all that matters to her, legacy and tradition."

And in those narrow confines, there was no room for a crown prince who loves another boy. Bitterness bites in his voice. He had tried to balance both, his duty to his family — to Erik's memory — and his own desires. If he denied the video, the heat of the media circus would cool down, and he could continue seeing Simon in secret.

Except it hadn't worked that way. I don't want to be anyone's secret.

[ushiri]

Even if Wilhelm speaks around the details, what he says makes Kahlil think of the gaun'im. Blood and power meant something different to the nobles than it did the church.

And Wilhelm's older brother.

"That's a heavy burden to carry." Even without being the way that they are. He lets out a breath and closes his eyes for a moment.

"I can see what you mean about having more freedom here."

No one in Thorne cares if they're with a man or a woman. They can be with whomever they want, without fear - to a degree. There's no promises that Thorne might someday use those relationships against them.

He keeps that to himself, though. Wilhelm has enough to worry about.

[ordinar]

It's a heavy burden to carry, and yet he feels that it shouldn't be so hard. He should be capable. Erik was capable. Inside of him tangle so many things. Relief that he can set aside the weight of the crown looming over his head. Guilt for that relief, for failing his brother. Frustration that his newfound freedom comes at the cost of losing any chance he had to be with Simon.

Wilhelm hums in acknowledgement of Kyle's words, which feel something like forgiveness, then settles into silence. It's the sort of silence that follows after you've pulled yourself open for someone else, and you both sit there in your shifted perspectives of one another. You take a minute to get used to being a more honest version of yourself.

Hauling himself back up to his feet, he stretches his limbs and releases a breath.

"I think...I'm ready to try again, Kyle."

[ushiri]

It's hard to trust someone else with your secrets. With your true face.

Maybe it's in part a self-serving impulse, that he sees so much of himself in the young man and wishes to protect him. No one looked out for him when he was Wilhelm's age. He does care about him, though. And he's glad he could share this much with him.

"C'mon, then." He shifts onto his feet in one swift motion.

He'll continue drilling him for a little while longer, then nudge him toward breakfast when they're done.