#and bors casually giving arsene information about a lost faerie kingdom in the mortal realm jhbjhsdb

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[ HAIR ] + arsène and bors!

|| Romance Prompts ; accepting!

[ HAIR ]:          sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)

The gentle touch of another person was once something Bors had felt almost entirely unfamiliar with.

Not by entirely his own choice, or out of any disdain towards other people, nor any aimed at his own person. That was something he understood clearly. It was something that had been present his entire life, only growing more noticeable once he had become a knight. And then, upon journeying to Camelot, it had been an unavoidable fact. To be known as a holy knight meant he felt as though he were behind a pane of glass at all times. Able to be near the others but always kept just out of reach.

Sometimes Bors had wondered if Percival or Galahad had felt anything similar.

But they all had different experiences.

Memories of the only time someone not of his family treating him as an ordinary man still lingered. A young man, a smith's apprentice with a smile that now reminded him of his beloved, so much so in fact that he couldn't help but replace the foggy memories of the youth's face with Raoul's features instead. Bors had liked sneaking out of Vivian's hidden palace, slipping into the village to spend time with his friend. The last time they had met had been the day before he had left for Camelot.

A brief and final meeting, ending with the first and only kiss between the two young men.

The only time that distance between himself and others had felt fully bridged.

Until now. Until Heaven had granted him a second chance at life and someone he could well and truly love. A blessing from God, his beloved Raoul was. Something Ruler always told Caster when they were wrapped up in each other like now. Raoul resting his head in Bors' lap as told him of the beauty of the Lady of the Lake's realm. Of a castle made of pearl and crystal, at the bottom of a lake as clear as glass but hidden from all eyes on the surface of the water.

Of treasures that could no longer be found by ordinary people, but Arsène Lupin was no ordinary man.

"The trees were made of silver and gold, and their leaves sounded like tiny bells in the currents," he chuckled, shaking his head as his hair fell free from loosened braids, "I do believe you would have found it a marvel, my love." As he opened his mouth to speak more Raoul raised his hand, making the knight pause before a fond and bashful smile formed as his fiance gently tucked those loose strands of hair behind his ear.

Such a tender touch!

The warmth of his beloved's hand lingering as Raoul continued to cup his face made Bors want to melt. And melt he did, curling down to kiss and kiss and kiss the other man.

"Have I ever told you, my dear Raoul, how dearly I love you?"