#Tarhos the Rizzler™

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"You must know, that many days ago I was smitten by the arrow of your love and that I tried with all my might to conceal the wound." - Tarhos @ Haru medieval

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── MEDIEVAL VERSE

"Mmm, you didn't do a very good job of it, my Fair Knight,"

The maiden chides, but accepts the small cornflower presented infront of him regardless. It is a little dot of color over the neutral landscape of Tarhos' form, his hands rough with scars and dirt - yet they held the flower's stem as though he were cradling communion. Somehow he sees the entirety of their love in the moment when his hands cups under Tarhos', two injured individuals trying to lift something beautiful into the sun.

"Even in our first night together I saw the way your eyes traced along the curved bow of my lip - and how they flitted away once I noticed. Oh my, are your cheeks beginning to redden? You really are a sweet man, my love, a man I am overjoyed to be able to call such a gorgeous beau my husband - "

He observes the pools of Tarhos' eyes for a moment longer, willing to drown and lose himself in their azure hue - until he reserves himself into lowering towards the dirt and grass below. He rises with an equally teeny flower - yellow and bright - and presents it to Tarhos,

"Never conceal that wound again, beloved, I've supped its honeyed flavor for too long to go without it now."

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

"When the divine being made you, he left nothing undone." - Tarhos @ Haru medieval

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── MEDIEVAL VERSE

Those sweet words tickle his ears when his husband closes in to whisper such delectable compliments, each brought the maiden's dark gaze farther away from the laundry he was folding and onto his lover. Haruko feels his cheeks light up with an embarrassed flush, one that tugs the corners of his plush lips upwards into a timid grin; stars fill his eyes when he finally does turn all of the way into his husband and eagerly ignores their wet clothing. Their home was quiet, the only sounds around them the crackling of the hearth and gentle tapping of rain upon the roof - it really allowed the maiden to drink all of his fair Knight in.

"Tarhos ... "

What could he possibly tell him that his expressions didn't?

How quickly he had been swept off of his feet and bewitched with just a few simple words. Kiss me. Haruko wastes no time to dry his hands, as though if he doesn't caress his husband's jaw right in this moment he'll fade away into nothing but a distant dream. He thinks he would fall to pieces if his beloved vanished in such a way, after crooning such hypnotizing words to him - it would be cruel to let this only be a dream.

Only once his fingers slither between Tarhos does he lean in to close the space, pushing his Knight into the flittering moonlight to bathe the both of them in swatches of silver and white. The endless abyss reflects in the sheen of his eyes when he lifts his face to meet his husband's stare, "Ah - I ... I'll continue with the laundry - you go back to ... Well," a fluttering wave of his hand, sputtering and unsure as he teases - or tries to - it seems even his tongue could be conquered, "Whatever you were plannig by telling me something so ... earnest."