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Di Stark [userpic]
by Di Stark (getyourzexion)
at May 16th, 2008 (07:19 pm)
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Lisle was avoiding looking toward him. So he had been obvious. Lèon cursed his bad luck, and tried his hardest to act like nothing was amiss.

He allowed the silence to stretch between them. It was slightly uncomfortable, admittedly, but he couldn't think of the slightest thing to say following his recent revelation.

He was mildly relieved when the Prince took it upon himself to speak, but felt the relief quickly fade as the younger man enquired about his plans.

'A lady? ...Could it truly be that he hadn't noticed?' Lèon breathed a sigh of relief, looking a great deal less troubled.

"Ah, a lady, no. Nothing of the sort." Lèon laughed slightly, "I should like to visit an old childhood friend of mine, however. He recently moved here, and I've been rather... busy and haven't seen him for a while."

Lèon's eyes softened at the recollection of his old friend, Alexandre, and could already imagine his put-out expression at Lèon's extended absence.

"I should imagine that Aveline will give me quite the lecture for that, however." Lèon sighed, shaking his head fondly. Aveline was Alexandre's younger sister, and although she had made it quite clear that she liked Lèon as more than a friend, Lèon had always viewed her as a little sister and hoped she had grown out of the infatuation she held for him.

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Lisle.
by Felicia Kain (feliciakain)
at April 24th, 2008 (12:39 am)

Lisle rode without looking at the knight. He was certain that were he to look at the older male, he would surely do or say something that would get him into trouble.

Still, the silence was wearing on the young prince. He needed to speak or he would surely go crazy.

"Lèon," he said in a level tone, allowing his eyes to drift to his company. He quirked a brow at the slight flush on the knight's cheeks. Was he sick? "I would like to visit the shops. Was there anywhere in particular that you would like to visit? A friend?"

He looked ahead, sighing inwardly. "Or a lady, mayhap?"

He didn't look at the older male again. If he did, then Lèon would know everything and the prince just couldn't risk it.

Not when he wanted the other near him.

Not when there was already far too much space separating them in Lisle's mind.

He couldn't risk the possibility of never seeing the other again.

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by Di Stark (getyourzexion)
at April 18th, 2008 (05:37 pm)
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Nodding briefly at Lisle, Lèon swiftly mounted Argent as they set off towards the town.

As the horses made their way down the road, Lèon found himself watching the prince, more than where they were headed. As soon as he realised what he was doing, he forced himself to look straight ahead, mentally chiding himself.

This was ridiculous, surely he could spend time with Prince Lisle without staring at him like some...like some lovestruck teenager!

Oh.

Lèon suddenly felt a heavy weight settle in his chest. So that's what it was. It certainly made sense - even if Lèon had to admit it somewhat reluctantly. He rather wished that he'd had this revelation somewhere other than in the Prince's company - not that it would have changed anything, but he certainly would have felt a great deal less embarrassed. He severely hoped that no colour had risen to his cheeks, at least.

It seemed so obvious to him now, and Lèon only hoped that it hadn't been as painfully obvious to anyone else. Especially not the blond prince himself.

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Lisle
by Felicia Kain (feliciakain)
at April 4th, 2008 (10:43 pm)
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Lisle walked swiftly and he reached the stables in no time. Making his way to his gelding, a pure black beauty that his father had given to him for his eighteenth birthday just a month before.

Lisle set about saddling his horse, his body taking over the repetitive chore as his mind went over his repetitive thoughts.

Maybe if he talked to Lèon. They had always gotten along. Even if the older lad didn't feel the same, he would surely understand?

He groaned as he pulled the cinch tight. His horse whickered and released the extra breath it had been holding in, obviously thinking that Lisle was annoyed with him. The Prince patted him apologetically before smiling. "Be glad you are a horse, Noir," he whispered as he reached the horses head and kissed his nose. He then held open the gate and ushered the gelding out.

Once they had both joined the knight and his horse outside the stables, the prince smiled at Lèon, mounting his horse.

"Shall we, Sir Knight?"

Di Stark [userpic]
by Di Stark (getyourzexion)
at March 22nd, 2008 (06:10 pm)
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Lèon smiled slightly as he watched the prince stride off towards the stables. Laying a hand on his horse's neck, he followed Lisle.

"Argent. With me." he commanded softly, the horse whinnied and heeded his master's order.

In all truth, Lèon was not fond of visiting the town. He always seemed to attract far too much attention, which bothered him. Every time he went to town, he would, without fail, be approached - and no matter how often it happened, he still found it surprising that they knew his name.

Despite this, he found that he couldn't refuse Lisle. The prince had said that he was planning to go alone, but an irrational part of Lèon had been nagging in the back of his mind, saying that if he refused, Lisle would ask someone else to go with him. And although he had no idea why - the very idea bothered him, the twisting in his chest, although uncomfortable, not entirely unpleasant, changing into something darker.

At the stable entrance, Lèon held up his hand, Argent slowing to a stop beside him. A faint smile tugging at his lips, Lèon merely watched the prince, forcing his mind from such thoughts.

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Lisle.
by Felicia Kain (feliciakain)
at March 21st, 2008 (10:52 pm)
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Lisle concentrated on the other. He noted that the older man had to look away and the prince vaguely wondered if Lèon had guessed his feelings.

Was he so obvious? Did he need to be more careful? Was his most guarded confession inked into his skin just as the many stories and ways of the gypsies were inked into theirs? Was the utter truth of his feelings glowing out through his eyes like a lantern in the fog?

Lisle had heard of the other knight's rumors that Lèon had a lady in town. They told all sorts of stories about who was doing what with whom on the many evenings that he ate among them. He refused to believe them, but there was always that pang of fear that the knights and squires were right. He could never bring himself to ask him either.

When Lèon spoke once more, however, it was with over-eager hope that Lisle saw something in his knight's eyes. Happiness? Contentment? Pleasure?

Or maybe... discomfort?

He pushed his chaotic thoughts away. He bowed his own head slightly and quickly crawled over the fence to join Lèon on the other side.

"Then by all means, Lèon, I will saddle up Noir, and we can be on our way."

He started off toward the stables not once looking back to see if the other male followed, but praying to the Gods that he did.

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by Di Stark (getyourzexion)
at March 21st, 2008 (11:36 pm)
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Lèon's throat went dry at Lisle's words, and he struggled for a moment to keep his composure, having to look away from the blond for the moment. All the effort he'd put into staying away from the prince, making sure he was nowhere near him - it was exactly the situation that he least wanted to be in.

The other knights had noticed too, often asking why he'd taken to disappearing regularly. He hadn't said anything, but he supposed one of them had suggested that he had a girl in the town, and they'd all taken that to be the reason. Lèon saw no reason to disillusion them.

And yet, he still felt exceedingly compelled to accept Lisle's request. Lèon's eyes shifted from his horse to the younger man before him, willing his voice to sound normal.

"Of course, Prince Lisle. I would be honored." Lèon gave another slight bow, "I was intending to visit town today, myself."

A lie, he hadn't planned anything of the sort, but it sounded plausible enough.

And, although the odd twisting in his chest hadn't subsided, he managed to keep his gaze steady on the prince, even manging a smile.

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Lisle.
by Felicia Kain (feliciakain)
at March 20th, 2008 (03:41 pm)
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Lisle was silent for a moment. He allowed himself to reach up and rub the dapple-gray's nose, smiling softly as the horse whickered a hello. Only when the horse neighed and turned his large head toward his human did Lisle meet the other man's eyes. Gorgeous hazel eyes.

He sighed internally, forcing the smile to stay on his face.

"I just saw you on my way to the stables and thought I would bid a good day," he said softly. Never mind that he had been watching Lèon for at least ten minutes before.

He bit his lip before nodding in the direction of the main castle gates.

"Father said that I can go to town today. I was going to go alone, but perhaps you'd care to join me?"

He let the question hang in the air, not certain what he would say were he to speak further.

I want to spend time with you. I am secretly attracted to you. I have dreams of you taking me to your bed. I want you, Lèon Fleuette, more than you could possibly ever know.

No. That would be entirely inappropriate.

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by Di Stark (getyourzexion)
at March 20th, 2008 (12:26 am)
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Lèon closed his eyes briefly and cursed whatever gods that would listen as he caught sight of familiar blond hair in the distance.

It wasn't that Lèon disliked the young prince, in actual fact, it was exactly the opposite - and Lèon, having been caught entirely off-guard by this odd feeling, had taken to avoiding the prince. Not in such a manner that it would be noticed by anyone, or compromise his duties, but he took care not to venture to the areas that Lisle was known to frequent, unless entirely necessary.

Lèon knew that he could never reveal that he was attracted to the prince - not that he had quite figured out that he was, so to speak. He was a knight of Ilasia, hardly anyone of any remarkable importance, and of course - he was quite obviously male, and therefore completely  out of the question.

Dismounting his horse, Lèon had hoped that Lisle was simply passing by, and that he could get by without having to deal with the prince. The uncomfortable tightning in Lèon's chest grew as he heard the prince call out to him.

"Sir Lèon,"

Taking a deep breath, and steadying himself, Lèon turned towards Lisle, managing to keep his expression neutral.

"Ah, Your Highness," Leon bowed, before straightening up once more with a small smile, "Is there something I can assist you with?"

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Lisle.
by Felicia Kain (feliciakain)
at March 18th, 2008 (03:50 pm)
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Lisle leaned on the wooden fence, his eyes locked on a dapple-gray gelding in the distance. The horse itself was of no interest to the prince; its rider, however, was. His light green eyes followed the horse and knight's progress as they came steadily closer and closer to where he stood.

Lisle had a secret. One that he kept hidden deep in his heart. One that would be the utter end of his existence were it to ever surface. That secret was simple.

Lisle liked those of his own sex. He was attracted to other men.

What was more... Lisle held an ever-growing infatuation for Lèon Fleuette, a knight of Ilasia.

He sighed as Lèon smiled, patting his horse as they came ever nearer. He couldn't help but smile himself, even if the older man's expression wasn't directed at him.

"Sir Lèon," he called when the other was close enough to hear. He waited.

Royal decorum stated that the knight would need to bow and greet him before he could say anything else.

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