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animatedsmoke) wrote2016-07-12 09:31 pm
animatedsmoke) wrote2016-07-12 09:31 pm
Shipping
Who: Potemkin and Ky Kiske
What: Potemkin has a wingman he never wanted.
When: Xrd-ish
Where: Various
Potemkin is the sort of person to assign some significance to dreams. What better medium is there for man to express his inner thoughts than a form of pure imagery and absurdity? However, the time has come for him to be exposed as a hypocrite, as he is sorely tempted to throw this one out. It took place in a vague location that he couldn't name or describe, but there was warmth, natural sunlight, and at his side the form of a man he respected very much, reclining on him like his body was as non threatening as the arm of a couch. It was pleasant, enough so that Potemkin woke up not dramatically, without shame or disgust. All that was of his reaction was a quiet moment of thinking. He had lain there, awake and in darkness, holding his own subconscious to judgement, if he really believed Ky would accept him like that. Or anyone would, for that matter.
He is perfectly fine never finding out.
"Potemkin, you know the importance of a warrior's heart, am I wrong?"
The Secret Service Agent slash Ambassador's attention is summoned the moment when he is called, in the personal office of the President of Zepp. So far it had been an ordinary day of duty. "Of course, sir. A man has no power worth using if nothing from the heart is at stake."
"And it's not worth it for a man to neglect the matters of his own heart. "
He's not sure where this is heading, but he holds his turn of the conversation, prepped to listen to every word coming from his commander.
"Potemkin, even the cadets who skip physical training can tell that you've come down with something. I, who have looking over you for many years, know these things on sight."
Somehow, despite not yet understanding what he could be referring to, Potemkin can feel dread chill his skin.
"You seem to be hoping that these feelings can be waited out, for months, for years, but I won't stand to watch you wait that long in solitude. Potemkin, you should know I welcome anyone who could offer my understudy companionship."
"Mister President!" Potemkin couldn't keep in a small outburst. Disrespectful, undoubtedly, but it's not like this is something that could possibly be happening. Another impossibility is that, although half his face is covered by his arms bent on the desk, Potemkin can swear that Gabriel is grinning behind those hands.
"Anyone, whether they be a Zeppian or an Illyrian, a serf or a king. But, these things can come with more complications than what is warranted. So I've taken the liberty to write a persuasive missive for you that accentuates your natural charm. No one on this earth could see this and not be convinced to at least check you out. An initial date should do for now."
Running will not help even if he could; Potemkin's legs have been frozen in place. Potemkin is cornered and facing the terrifying question that he doesn't know the man in front of him. Perhaps he never did.
"Sir, I don't think that's necessary - "
"Your input should have been asked for sooner. I had the transmission sent 35 minutes ago."
From the State Office of the Independent State of the Zepp Republic
It has come to my attention that the finest soldier of my personal guard holds affection for you, so great it weighs down the conscience to ignore. You've already been made familiar with his personage based on incidents in the past, but the occasion calls for a reintroduction.
Single, male, not overly antisocial but the quiet type. Requires little upkeep in terms of time or attention, since he is able to occupy himself with work or independent hobbies. Very little experience. He is a late bloomer in that respect, but like the blossoms that are earned from years of nurturing a flowering tree, it is a devotion more rewarding than any other. As someone who has placed the security of my life in his charge, I can state that your happiness will be the only thing on his mind. He is an impeccably neat man and does all his own housekeeping, and has a practical level of cooking.
Any further inquiry can be forwarded to this address.
What: Potemkin has a wingman he never wanted.
When: Xrd-ish
Where: Various
Potemkin is the sort of person to assign some significance to dreams. What better medium is there for man to express his inner thoughts than a form of pure imagery and absurdity? However, the time has come for him to be exposed as a hypocrite, as he is sorely tempted to throw this one out. It took place in a vague location that he couldn't name or describe, but there was warmth, natural sunlight, and at his side the form of a man he respected very much, reclining on him like his body was as non threatening as the arm of a couch. It was pleasant, enough so that Potemkin woke up not dramatically, without shame or disgust. All that was of his reaction was a quiet moment of thinking. He had lain there, awake and in darkness, holding his own subconscious to judgement, if he really believed Ky would accept him like that. Or anyone would, for that matter.
He is perfectly fine never finding out.
"Potemkin, you know the importance of a warrior's heart, am I wrong?"
The Secret Service Agent slash Ambassador's attention is summoned the moment when he is called, in the personal office of the President of Zepp. So far it had been an ordinary day of duty. "Of course, sir. A man has no power worth using if nothing from the heart is at stake."
"And it's not worth it for a man to neglect the matters of his own heart. "
He's not sure where this is heading, but he holds his turn of the conversation, prepped to listen to every word coming from his commander.
"Potemkin, even the cadets who skip physical training can tell that you've come down with something. I, who have looking over you for many years, know these things on sight."
Somehow, despite not yet understanding what he could be referring to, Potemkin can feel dread chill his skin.
"You seem to be hoping that these feelings can be waited out, for months, for years, but I won't stand to watch you wait that long in solitude. Potemkin, you should know I welcome anyone who could offer my understudy companionship."
"Mister President!" Potemkin couldn't keep in a small outburst. Disrespectful, undoubtedly, but it's not like this is something that could possibly be happening. Another impossibility is that, although half his face is covered by his arms bent on the desk, Potemkin can swear that Gabriel is grinning behind those hands.
"Anyone, whether they be a Zeppian or an Illyrian, a serf or a king. But, these things can come with more complications than what is warranted. So I've taken the liberty to write a persuasive missive for you that accentuates your natural charm. No one on this earth could see this and not be convinced to at least check you out. An initial date should do for now."
Running will not help even if he could; Potemkin's legs have been frozen in place. Potemkin is cornered and facing the terrifying question that he doesn't know the man in front of him. Perhaps he never did.
"Sir, I don't think that's necessary - "
"Your input should have been asked for sooner. I had the transmission sent 35 minutes ago."
From the State Office of the Independent State of the Zepp Republic
It has come to my attention that the finest soldier of my personal guard holds affection for you, so great it weighs down the conscience to ignore. You've already been made familiar with his personage based on incidents in the past, but the occasion calls for a reintroduction.
Single, male, not overly antisocial but the quiet type. Requires little upkeep in terms of time or attention, since he is able to occupy himself with work or independent hobbies. Very little experience. He is a late bloomer in that respect, but like the blossoms that are earned from years of nurturing a flowering tree, it is a devotion more rewarding than any other. As someone who has placed the security of my life in his charge, I can state that your happiness will be the only thing on his mind. He is an impeccably neat man and does all his own housekeeping, and has a practical level of cooking.
Any further inquiry can be forwarded to this address.
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At least his voice isn't failing him. Potemkin continues in the baritone he's known for. "Correct. The paths are arranged to always provide the visitors a diverse collection, no matter which way they walk through them. I think this is a pleasant way of spending an afternoon." And I hope by the end of it you know at least a little about why I fell for you, but Potemkin leaves that bit unsaid.
/slowly crawls back into here.........
'This' being their current, casual stroll. Of course, as King, he was given a brief tour of the gardens. But that was merely a diplomatic gesture done before settling down to discuss more important matters. It was difficult to take in the beauty of the gardens very well when his mind was preoccupied.
"Do you visit here often?" He asks curiously, making a bit of small talk.
[Hammerpants shuffles into the room]
In other words, they're both very busy men. Making things worse, when Potemkin found himself not busy for once, he tended to look for more work to take on. In fact, this is one of the reasons why he considers himself not a good partner for anyone. He would feel too sympathetic to the poor soul who would seek out the time of a man who would rebuff them for duty. Though if anyone would be understanding, then it would be someone with the fate of a whole nation over their head.
If Potemkin came here more recently, he would have remembered that these paths tend to start with a trellis near the beginning. While it is a fine piece, draped with flowering vines, Potemkin is stopped in his tracks in order to calculate how to fit through it.
that made me think of potemkin doing an mc hammer shuffle... this is the greatest mental image
"There is still much to do in both our nations, but at least progress is being made," he continues, stepping under the lovely trellis the welcomed them into the garden...
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"...oh."
Oh. It's all he can say. He didn't even think about the trellis and Potemkin's size. Is this a common issue for the man? Does he have to stop at every doorway and consider how to enter? Ky wants to help, somehow, but he's at a loss of what to do.
Turns out he actually can move his legs!
"I can handle this," he says under-breath, as he starts to crouch and bend-over as much as he can, while turning so the width of his shoulders isn't facing the trellis. The fact that he has a whole ritual for this probably confirms Ky's thoughts. What's next is to crab-walk sideways, slowly...
Visitors were probably not meant to get that close to the arch, since even when he barely passes through Potemkin gets some flowers dragged with him for his efforts. He stands on same side as Ky, hesitating on whether he should pick them off his clothes (especially on his shoulders it looks like he's been sprinkled with something) or try and forget that just happened.
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When the larger man has made it through, Ky quietly watches him for a moment. There's nothing to be ashamed of, from his standpoint, but Potemkin's hesitation makes him wonder if the man is embarrassed. He decides to alleviate that discomfort as soon as possible.
He steps closer and reaches towards Potemkin's shoulders, extending his hand in an offer to pluck off the remaining flowers. "May I?"
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The soldier can back up most of what he held pride in, but Potemkin definitely has an overly high opinion of his ability to hide inconvenient feelings (which is how he ended up in this situation in the first place). He actually looks surprised that Ky could notice and is now approaching him like he's been found out.
"Oh. Of course."
Potemkin kneels slightly, so that Ky can reach his shoulders easily. This brings him to eye level with the other man, which is only kept for a second before Potemkin's eyes dart away to a direction vaguely toward the ground. Realizing he's this close to the man gave a jolt of fear akin to the vertigo from looking down a steep cliff.
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It is, by far, not Ky's intention to be so teasing. He's rather oblivious to his actions.
"It's almost a shame to remove these, to be honest," Ky says in a low, gentle voice. It's a tone he typically reserves for those close to him. "They suit you very well."
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He is so relaxed, he mumbles out, "Hmm, you give kind words so easily."
Isn't that stating the obvious. It's the quality no one could forget to list, that Ky has a goodness which he doesn't hold back under any restriction.
"I can't say that they don't feel nice," he goes on, braving a little closer to his real feelings.
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"I'm pleased to hear that," he says in return. Ky drops his hand once the petals are cleared from Potemkin's shoulders. "As I only speak the truth."
Thankfully, he ends his statement there and refrains from going any further into cheesy (but genuine) declarations. Ky takes a step back towards Potemkin's side, gesturing lightly towards the garden path. "Shall we?"
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Potemkin makes a general wave toward the myriad types of flowers. "I went with daisies because I don't know what your favorite flower is. I could learn that about you, for a start." He just thought daisies felt right for Ky when he saw them. This answer could help out for future dates, but that's an unfathomably distant idea to Potemkin.