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(unless they want to~ insert lenny face)
(unless they want to~ insert lenny face)
Dali nodded, refolding his hands in his lap. "I would hope not, but what are you going to do when someone starts questioning it?" His voice was wary, like he definitely expected it to happen. "Like, I'd assume we'd be wearing… Concubine clothes and us being half bloods means you'll start to get a reputation for exotics."
"I was considering this, and I believe so long as we imply we have been doing such things in the bed will suffice. Yes, you would be wearing the clothes, and it would be wise if we do show some forms of affection, in whichever ways you are most comfortable with." Corbin set his own hands in his lap. Straight to the point with his own words, it seemed.
"I am more concerned for what they might think of both of you being disabled in some way then you being half bloods." This was no time for mincing words, after all- there was a war going on.
"For me, it's possible to just get some sort of covering pants and I just won't move a lot. I think you could do the same with Dragomir if you cover his arm and such." Dali supplied, tapping his chin as he thought. "It would probably work. Depends on the doctor, I suppose."
Dragomir spoke up. “Well, having only one sleeve is a certain cultural symbol of… well loyalty to a lover, generally of the same sex. My clothes could just always have my sleeve on my right arm.” He lay there and thought for a moment, his hands folded over his stomach. “But what sort of affection would be suitable for this situation? And will we just have to spend the night in your room just some nights or what?”
(I’m not joking about the one sleeve thing. It came from the legend of a Chinese emperor cutting off his sleeve after his boyfriend fell asleep on it [mind you, if it was the emperor, it was EXPENSIVE] so he wouldn’t disturb his nap as he had to get up and go about his duties, and the rest of the court saw it and immediately cut off their own sleeves as symbols of loyalty and care to their lovers. Interesting, right? It might not be the same universe, but I thought we could use that tidbit.)
(Well, that, actually, isn't quite right. But I'll leave it alone.)
(NO! Please correct me, if I’m wrong!! That’s just the story I have heard. If there’s something wrong, I want people to correct me!!)
(Oh, okay, I just know some people hate being poked at or something. But actually, it wasn't a sign of loyalty to lovers. The emperor did indeed cut his sleeve when his male lover fell asleep on it. But it actually gave birth to the term "cut-sleeve", which became another term for gay. Most commonly, the term was used in disdain of gay people (i.e. "you damned cut-sleeve!" blah, blah), seeing that this was a looong time ago back in ancient China. And gay people really weren't all too accepted nor was their presence appreciated. Some were even called lunatics. That's most of what's important of that story.)
(Though! It reallyyy excites me to see someone knows the baseline thing about it! ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑)
(Thank you for the correct!! That’s super interesting! I’m glad I have the full context now, thank you!)
(Mhm! <3)
(No offense, but I also am not changing my RP response because I’m lazy and need and excuse for Dragomir to have a single sleeve… lmao)
(Ooh, that's good to know!!)
(Lol I understand, we can run with it for the lore of the world XD He gonna look crisp in a one sleeve)
"I'm sure the doctor will be able to lessen the impact on your limbs, which will be good." Corbin looked over when the man laying on the bed- Dragomir. It was a good name, Corbin liked it as much as he liked the man. Still, he was a bit surprised the man was still conscious.
"I think that would be a good idea," he agreed. It would look good on him, too.
"Well, depending on the situation it could range just from keeping close, to perhaps even sitting on my lap around others. Escpecially during the advisor meetings. And yes, that would be a good idea. We don't have to do it every night, of course."
Dali nodded. "I've gotten used to sleeping on chairs, so I'm fine in here. How thick are the walls? If they're thin enough that screams can get through, we'll probably have to make some fake noises." The strategist in him is coming out.
(Yes he IS. He’d look hot. Lmao.)
Mir blushed furiously at the “fake noises” idea. “U-um…. well, if we have to make noises… I can’t do that without- without real…. erm… stimulation….”
He looked totally embarrassed and tomato red in the face about it, even though he had turned slightly pink at the idea of having to sit in the king’s lap. “B-but what about names…? What should we call each other to make the notion pass…?” He was still rather innocent for a grown man to be honest.
(Oh my god he's babey.)
"Mm…" Corbin thought a momnet. "They are relatively thick, but it might be on the safer side to do so. I've caught servants listening in to conversations I've had in here, and I'm sure there are more ways to do so then I have discovered." Corbin looked over at Dragomir's words, his own slight blush coming to his face at the statement.
"I see," he said softly. "As for names, I see no reason to change what we call each other. I think it might even be suitable, if we wished to, for pet names."
(He's so sweet, bby we stan)
(is so happy rn)
(Just- heart squeeze)
(Honestly he's gonna get a lot of cubbles and love, he's so sweet–)
(I'm so tempted to just have Dali call Corbin somewhat okay king and Mir dearest friend/lovely in his family languge and just,,, not tell anyone what it means.)
(YES do it!!)
Mir worried what he’d have to do to make the noises. He had a suspicion he was the only one of the three who purely relied on others to… turn him on…. as the saying went… And since he couldn’t make passable noises without help… he subtly fanned his face because he could feel all the blood rushing to his face. “O-ok…. but I don’t think we know your real name, Your Majesty…”
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