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[tu_vas_triompher]

Feuilly's new commission has rather shuffled around his usual schedule. The man wants it as soon as possible, so--as soon as possible Feuilly will have it. But it's an ambitious project for him. And ambitious means research. Lots of reference material. Reclining nudes. Reclining nudes with their faces turned away to show the curve of the neck. And boudoirs. Artistic lady's boudoirs.

Really, though, by the time you're sitting there trying to figure out how necks work, much of the eroticism has worn off. Or at least gotten pushed well out of the way. He fills some pages with sketches of naked ladies--and sketches of beds, painted screens, birdcages--then pats Hector on the head and calls it a reasonable day's work.

Off to grab a practice sword and fence a bit with Harry.

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[harryhotspur]

Bravo Feuilly! Harry will be steered, and if an extra nudge is needed to actually get them onto the bed, he will provide it.

But then, after maybe a moment or two, he will pause, one hand buried in Feuilly's hair, and say breathlessly and (oddly, perhaps, given their present position) almost shyly, "I would have thee think well of me. Of all things, I would have that."

[tu_vas_triompher]

It makes Feuilly catch his own breath and sit up a little. He studies Harry's face. "Well, and I do think well of you. I think you are--"

He sits up a little more, pushing Harry gently back, because he doesn't want this to sound like it comes out of--well--present circumstances. "I think you are one of the, the truest men I know."

[harryhotspur]

His smile of bright, frank pleasure is boyish and faintly surprised.

"I would say the same of thee," he replies. "I know not the way to say what else thou art, as I have never had cause to learn the words to-- I have not ever known someone like thee."

The qualities he knows how to praise in the highest terms don't apply, and he feel faintly embarrassed, to be praising a man for something other than feats in arms.

[tu_vas_triompher]

No, well, Feuilly feels somewhat the same. He can't honestly say that Harry is one of the best men he's ever known: the best men he's known were considerably wiser, thought much harder and much farther, examined their own beliefs with scrupulous ferocity and strove to put the good of all the world before anything else.

But. Harry's sincerity, and in fact his open pleasure at being called true, that-- And he does extend his ideas, he is so brave in the face of new thoughts-- "I think very well of you, Harry. And I'm, I'm--if you think well of me, that's--"

Augh. Maybe that's as much as he can say without falling into stammers and, oh hell, blushes.

[harryhotspur]

"Yes," he says. It's a handy word that can stand for a lot of things: yes, I do think well of you; yes, I agree with that sentiment; yes, I understand it and don't know how to say anything more, either.

It's also putting in a shift as a concluding remark: yes, then, good, that settles that. And to punctuate, a kiss.

[tu_vas_triompher]

Yes.

Exactly.