#♧ titus thread

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Titus chuckles but follows along as Ariel walks along the beach, looking for his clothes.

"Well, it's a beautiful city on a river," he says, letting his gaze wander all over Ariel's body. "Always bustling, day or night, and somewhere all the time, there's music playing."

He feels his body thrum with energy at just the memory. He hasn't been gone long, but he still misses his home.

"Yes, yes, I've got them somewhere around here—" Ariel says, doing a sweep of the premises to look for his clothes. Unfortunately, he truly cannot remember where he put them. Or if he even brought any with him. Luckily, ditziness was tolerable with a beaut like Ariel.

"Do not wait for me, go on, I'd really like to hear about it!"

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where: the kitchens of stefan's palace | when: morning | whom: @beautyawoken

Titus leads Prince Aurore through the halls of the palace. He'd finally managed to find the kitchens and had insisted he show his new princely friend the joy of baking something for yourself.

Holding Ari's hand, they turn a corner and pass under an arch leading to the massive bustling kitchen.

"Here we go," he says, looking at Ari with a grin. "Let's test your skills, shall we?"

They head to a small area Titus had set up earlier. The servants had been hesitant having both princes in there while they worked, but all it took was Titus making them all his famous gumbo to convince them.

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where: stefan's palace | when: day time | whom: open to all

Titus wanders the halls of Stefan's palace, taking it all in. Sure, Naveen's family has a palace and it's beautiful and intimate. This though, this was Titus' entire town in one place. Easy to get lost in, somehow not very many empty spaces.

He's so caught up in his admiration that he walks right into a hard body.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," he says, turning to the unfortunate soul. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

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Titus hums.

"I don't know. I run a business, and while I love my people and trust them, I think having a smaller group that you can hold onto is more comforting."

He smiles at the man.

"But I agree. A large castle can be lonely. Are you here with anyone? A partner, friend, family?"

Pomp indeed. While Titus is now a royal, he might be redeemable. 

“I think so much show can make someone a target.” He glanced at another painting, this time of the young prince. “Although it must be nice. Being able to have all of these people to call your own and places to escape. A large castle can still be lonely.” 

The same way that a small tower could. This meant nothing to him. It was all just for show.

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Titus gasps and whimpers. Two fingers in now, and he already feels ready to bust.

"Is that a promise?" he asks, trying to sound sultry but ending up sounding desperate instead.

Then he feels a finger brush that sweet spot inside him, and he moans almost loud enough to shake the house around them.

"Right there," he says. "That's the spot."

A smile curls against Breck's lips just as his own fingers curls itself inside of Titus' tight hole. His fingertip brushes itself against the prince's tender insides, feeling against his velvety lining as the shepherd searched for Titus's prostate.

"I'm going to keep you around me until you're howling." Breck teases, retreating his finger out of Titus' hole only to introduce a pair of fingers. He twists and curls them inside of the other man's hole, massaging Titus' sensitive glands.

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Titus turns from the (very boring) conversation he was having to see a handsome face greeting him. He smiles and completely turns away from the boring person (he hears an annoyed huff behind him) to fully face the man. He may be new to this prince and balls stuff, but he recognizes a host when he sees one.

"Hi, thank you for having us. It's like a dream and fantasy all in one."

He starts holding out a hand and then realizes he should probably bow instead. Sonhe awkward bends at the waist, hoping he's at least respectful if not graceful. "You must be part of the host's family. I'm Titus Rogers, prince consort of Maldonia."

He'd realized earlier that "Owner of Titus' Palace" doesn't carry the same weight around here as it down in his realm. It's irksome but the look on Naveen's face when Titus first said "prince consort" was worth the annoyance.

location: the castle's great hall when: early evening of the first day of celebrations

dressed  in  finest  garments  -  appropriate  for  the  occasion,  of  course,  ari  was  roaming  the  great  hall  with  a  soft  melody  on  his  lips.  they  had  musicians  play,  so  his  own  voice  should  barely  make  a  difference,  but  it  was  something  that  calmed  him.  it  all  still  was  overwhelming;  he  went  from  living  in  the  forest  to  being  a  prince  to...  being  cursed  in  a  few  mere  days.  he  still  didn't  quite  know  just  how  long  it'd  been  since,  but  he  knew  he  was  lucky  to  be  awake.  he  appreciated  every  single  person  who  was  here  at  his  father's  castle  this  weekend  -  truly.  he  wasn't  the  most  skilled  conversationalist,  but  ari  was  eager  to  meet  people.  strangers.  for  the  longest  time,  he  couldn't.  that  would  change  now.  he  picked  someone  randomly  -  a  back  that  said  talk  to  me  &  placed  a  gentle  hand  on  their  shoulder,  "hey,  thank  you  so  much  for  coming.  how  are  you  liking  it  so  far?"  wide  smile,  gentle  &  sweet,  inviting...  he  hoped.

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Titus looks in surprise. He'd been caught up taking in the window he hadn't realized he wasn't alone. Then it takes him another moment to parse out the words the man is saying.

"Hello," he greets. "I'm visiting as well. Another realm, in fact."

He offers his hand out as he takes in the broad shoulders and strong jaw of the handsome man.

"Titus. Prince consort of Maldonia."

Location: King Stefan's Palace Time: Just before the celebration officially began Open to: Any member of @taledhq

Evan had arrived a few hours ago and the castle staff had already indicated which room he would be staying in during his stay for the festivities celebrating the union between the different kingdoms. After leaving the small bag in which he carried all his belongings on a small dresser, he went out to walk through the corridors. Before entering, he had already found the building to be a breathtaking sight, but the more he wandered, the more he became convinced that the place seemed bigger inside than outside, from galleries that seemed endless to walls that almost touched the sky. Then he arrived at a place with a large stained glass window, the light that passed through made the colors of his clothes even more colorful, he looked up and down, impressed by the work and trying to decipher if there was a story being told through the images. He looked to the side and saw another person, probably from another kingdom since the flutist wasn't recognizing him. “Hello” he said with a gentle grace, “Are you from this kingdom or another place? Are you from afar, like me, you see? Not the same place, but elsewhere, could it be?”

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Titus breathes heavily, catching his breath. He laughs and looks up to Ariel with a renewed hunger. He sits up and places kisses along Ariel's chest while his cock finishes unloading inside the merman.

"I'd like that very much."

Coming down from his high, Ariel pants for breath as he feels Titus unload inside him, drowning his cunt with hot white seed. He knew he'd never tire of how good it feels to receive a man's orgasm; having a human body felt so incredible.

"It was terrific," he smiles, looking deeply into Titus's eyes, caressing the back of his head fondly. "You're a wonderful lover, Titus... perhaps you should meet Eric. Maybe even join us in the bedroom..."

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Titus rushes to keep up, breath ragged from running through the woods. He stops to catch his breath.

He looks up at the handsome prince.

"When you said we'd be chasing does," he gasps out, "I thought we'd be on horseback."

It may not have been ideal as Titus has only ridden a couple of horses, but he'd be far less tired.

"And I thought I could. You should see me back home, on my feet for hours without a break."

He finally straightens up, breathing getting more even.

"Only if we take it slow," he replies.

ext . the forest on the outskirts of the northern kingdom . midday .

"   you're slacking, my friend. we're gonna lose her.   "           kit says from above, perched on the branch of the old willow tree, watching as their target ( a hind with golden fur ) escapes into the deeper forest. how unfortunate. they would have to try again tomorrow.

jumping with the grace of a boy who has done it a thousand times before, he approaches their companion with raised eyebrow.   "   you said you can keep up with me.   "   he says with both a jest and concern in his tone, and an arm reaching out to pat them on the shoulder. hopefully, he didn't push them too far.   "   are you alright? we can turn back, if you wish.   "

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"Well, you certainly carry the air of a fish out of water."

Titus chuckles at his little joke and then offers his hand again.

"Why don't we find you some proper clothes and I can tell you all about it?"

"Maybe it's more obvious than I thought," Ariel giggles. "I've been on the surface for many years, and gravity still trips me up sometimes... literally! Swimming is so much easier..."

"So, this New Orleans," he begins, still feeling very naked and oogled in his current moment, "what is it like? I love traveling to new places, so does Eric..."

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Titus blinks.

"Honestly? I took a wild guess," he says with a laugh. "Though I'm usually pretty good and guessing stuff like that."

Well, now he is, but the when and how doesn't matter.

He laughs at the question. "I don't know, and to be honest, I don't really care because I'm pretty sure it was racist as hell."

Titus can't help that his gaze keeps wandering down to Ariel's nudeness. That could also be why he could tell he was a merman. Titus is feeling drawn into him like a siren's call.

"How do you know I'm a—" Ariel asks quickly, as though such knowledge would be a detriment to him. Most of the people he interacted with now were some sort of magical, or adjacent to those who were, so it wasn't a huge dead. Force of habit.

"New Orleans...? What happened to the Old Orleans...?"

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Titus raises his eyebrows at the man's assertiveness. It's surprising, though it really shouldn't be.

"Sorry, I've just never met a mermaid before. I'm not wholly familiar with the decorum here. But it is likewise nice to meet you."

He chuckles and offers his hand out to Ariel, offering a more gentlemanly assistance than outright carrying him.

"I'm from a city called New Orleans and my partner from a kingdom called Maldonia. Our realm is rather different from this one."

As sad as Ariel is to hear the other's misfortune, his kind eyes and pretty smile distract him from that sad thought. He didn't recognize this person, nor did he recall seeing such environments, which meant he and Eric had another realm to discover soon. That excited him.

"Oh, I am capable of walking myself, thank you!" Ariel said, standing up straight and feeling prideful in his ability to walk with his legs. "But nice to meet you, Titus... where are you from...?"

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Titus nods. So they are at least in part equal in that regard.

"What do you make of all this... pomp?" He waves his hand around them at the grandeur of the palace. "My partner's kingdom isn't nearly as big as Stefan's, and I'm still overwhelmed there. This feels like an ocean compared to his lake."

And Naveen's feels like a sea compared to Titus's bayou. What has he gotten himself into?

a royal that doesn't want all of the fruits of being noble. gothel can get a hint of that when he studies titus' face. that makes him all the more interesting.

why doesn't he want that? who is his partner? so many questions.

“i'm not a noble at all, not like king stefan. so ushered in the sense that i'm here now with no title.”

he doesn't have a castle, just a tour. he doesn't have a kingdom, just the dead.

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Titus makes a face. He doesn't want that. Naveen knows that, and he tries to protect Titus from the most intrusive parts of the royal life.

But still. Moments like this scare him.

"Are you a born noble? Or ushered in like me?"

He looks to the man, searching for more common ground with someone.

“The King is trying his best to usher an era of peace.” Gothel pretends to be understanding. “Although like you, I fear that he doesn't know how some of these beings might twist that to their advantage.”

Gothel doesn't reveal that he's one of those people too.

Instead, he tries to keep on a small grin as they walk around. His gaze casts up to the portait. Pompous ass showcasing his wealth. 

“Well, you are a noble now. Correct? Perhaps you'll have one soon.”  

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"It seems like it," Titus replies with a smile. "Though I've heard rumors that the invitations went out to less savory characters. I know I'd prefer not to see the man that tried hurting my partner and I here."

Titus shudders at the shadow filled memories.

Then, he pauses at a portrait hanging in the hall. It seems to be one of King Stefan. Looking extremely royal.

"I couldn't imagine having my portrait painted. Especially one that big."

“Sounds like you're in good hands in that case then. Hope you reunite soon.”

One born into nobility and another that happened to marry into it? Well now he was more curious as to who this couple was. A little socializing wouldn't hurt.

“No worries. I'm sure this place is filled with kind souls as well.” 

Gothel turns his head slightly when he feels Titus' hand, a small smile forming on his face as he does so. Keeping up appearances as always.