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thelilyprince:

-His cheeks heat slightly at the sudden closeness of his companion, and the sweet smelling breath that was fanning across Tim’s face as Dick spoke— Of something important, no doubt, but all the heir could focus on were those lovely, pink lips and the too blue eyes watching him with such intensity. It didn’t take much more; years of holding back and resenting himself for feeling these things for a man that was raised to protect Tim, to work for Tim, finally broke the dam with the prospect that he may never meet this angel again. 

Tim closed his eyes and leaned forward, their lips only brushing for a moment at first before the prince increased the pressure of the kiss, drawing his knight closer with delicate hands cupping his jaw and silky hair— It was like he always imagined it would be.- 

-The gentle caress of the young Prince’s perfume was the first thing Dick really noticed, followed shortly by the careful stroke of his fingers, and finally the gentle pressure of his lips. At first, the exchange chased every ounce of stress from his body. He relaxed under the touch, leaning in and breathing deeply as his darkest, most resented fantasy unfolded in front of him. The Prince’s hands against his skin for longer than just a stray touch, his scent consuming and lips soft, and his body so close—

The stab of Dick’s conscience was like ice, freezing and tensing his muscles just as suddenly as they had wilted. There was a reason they were fantasies. The Prince was someone he was entrusted to by the King and Queen, people who had saved his life. The Prince was a child, an authority, something beautiful and completely off limits. 

Pulling back and standing, the knight walked two steps away before he dared to turn and face Tim again, eyes trained on the ground in front of the boy rather than at his face. He couldn’t bring himself to look.-

Prince… Prince Tim, I.

-For a brief, fierce moment, Tim thinks that this is really happening; That Dick is pulling him closer and kissing him back, breathing him in and touching him like he’d always wanted him to— But that would be much too easy. 

Instead, that dream is shattered after a moment of hesitation and he is being pushed away from, pulled and placed until Dick is looking at anything but him, with something that Tim could only describe as disgust in his eyes. 

Something inside of the boy cracks and breaks, and it almost feels as though the world is spinning before he realizes that’s just his own head. A small, choked laugh escapes his lips and suddenly his lily white robes are the most interesting thing in the world.-

M-My apologies, I must have been swept up in the moment. You’ll have to forgive me. 

Rosemary and thyme.

princeofthesands:

He continued to eat, picking up anything that Tim had left behind. His tummy ached from having to actually digest foods and drink. It had been a long time since Ibn had the luxury of eating something that was so fresh and rich in flavour. Chewing on the last slice of bread, the bandit child watched as the older boy drew closer. Listening to the question, the boy glanced to the sky. It was still light, but the thieves guild must have noticed that their smallest had gone missing. Bringing his bare feet out from beneath him, the boy revealed worn and sturdy legs. The soles of his feet were tough from a decade of walking across scorched sands, broken glass and rubble. Ibn was no stranger to death, war and famine. 

But he was a stranger to kindness.

This was completely foreign. Reaching forwards, he ran muddied hands over the sole of his foot, feeling the shallow graze. His frowning lips pressed to the fabric that concealed his mouth as he pulled away from Tim. Now climbing back to his feet. He really shouldn’t be here, he had only come in to steal an apple or two; and now he had wasted what felt like hours of daylight (time to pick pocket) on some rich boy who seemed to like handing out food to mangy street wanderers.

The prince’s eyes widened in alarm as his companion stood, ignoring Tim’s request and brushing off his robes as he was making to leave; “O-Oh, I didn’t mean to startle you! I don’t have to look if you don’t want me to,” He said in a hurried, nearly pleading tone. He didn’t want this new boy to go away and leave him by himself again. 

“Please, I promise not to ask again, Ibn,” Tim tried again, obviously distraught at losing the child. 

But it was too late for his new friend to respond, because he saw the alarm pass through the child’s eyes before he heard it— A woman’s scream, loud and clear and cutting through the air like a knife. Somebody had noticed Ibn, and surely the guards would be here any moment as well. Standing and looking in panic, Tim hurried out, “Go! Go! Run!” 

Rosemary and thyme.

princeofthesands:

thelilyprince:

“Yes. People from the other side of the wall,” the prince smiled, obviously pleased that this new guest was willing to talk to him. Even if the stranger had ignored his offer to take his hand, he lead the boy willingly to the tray of food awaiting him by a stone bench, loaded with breads and cheeses and fruit of every assortment. Usually Tim just picked at the food, never one for an over zealous appetite, but something told him this new boy would need it more than he ever would. 

Timothy took a seat on the grass, robes pooling in his lap as he sat and moved the tray onto the ground. “Here, eat,” he said, watching the boy with curiosity. “What is your name?”

Clearly he was dealing with some rich and sheltered rich boy. This situation could garner a lot of chances where Ibn could take advantage of the young prince. To steal anything valuable. Hell. If he had been older, Ibn would have kidnapped him for ransom. Surely a Prince would fetch a high price on the market as well as the bounty that would placed on the kidnappers head.

But alas, that wasn’t the situation. Messily sitting on the grass, Ibn kept his feet under him, now on his knees. Ready to spring in to action if his instincts had been proven right in how this may have been a trap.

Gingerly, he reached for some bread, refusing to remove the headscarf as he pulled it away from his face at the chin, keeping his face covered but a gap at the bottom for the food to enter and be quickly pushed in to his mouth.

Swallowing the bread dry, he glanced at Tim as his named was asked for. “Your people call me a street rat.” Ibn uttered, his Arabic accent laying heavy on the words. “Ibn.” He added in a quieter tone before reaching for some of the cheese.

“Ibn,” Tim repeated gleefully, ecstatic to have another boy close to his age to talk with. It was lonely at the castle when Dick was away on missions— And Damian was no walk in the park to talk to— So meeting this stranger, regardless of his whereabouts, was his new friend. 

Together they ate, munching on bread and cheese and sweet wine from the kitchen until their bellies were full (Though Tim was nearly positive Ibn could stomach a few more basket fulls.) and their appetites appeased. Slowly, the prince rolled onto his side, examining Ibn with a curious stare. “May I see your foot now, Ibn?” He asked, careful not to pry too much. 

fightsforgotham:

thelilyprince:

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thelilyprince:

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thelilyprince replied to your post: …Dick.

Come sit with me a while, please.

Of course. -He smiles gently and removes the sword from his belt, setting it on a nearby table before approaching the Prince and taking a seat next to him.- What’s on your mind?

I.. I’m worried. About your leave. 

-Pauses, then smiles reassuringly.- I’ve fought for your family before, my Prince… I’ll just be gone a little longer this time. Keep to your studies, and you won’t even notice my absence. -He hesitates, then reaches out and softly tucks Tim’s hair behind his ear.-

You’ll be cared for while we are away.

I-I know you can do it. I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll bring us honor and justice, but.. 

The thought of losing you— 

-Looks a little surprised.- I’ll do everything in my power to return as many men as I can home, Prince. I would never take something this crucial lightly.

And you know… -Cups Tim’s face in his hands, forcing their eyes to meet.- You know that if it came down to that, I would happily give my life for the sake of the Kingdom, and your father, and you. It would be an honorable death. 

-His cheeks heat slightly at the sudden closeness of his companion, and the sweet smelling breath that was fanning across Tim’s face as Dick spoke— Of something important, no doubt, but all the heir could focus on were those lovely, pink lips and the too blue eyes watching him with such intensity. It didn’t take much more; years of holding back and resenting himself for feeling these things for a man that was raised to protect Tim, to work for Tim, finally broke the dam with the prospect that he may never meet this angel again. 

Tim closed his eyes and leaned forward, their lips only brushing for a moment at first before the prince increased the pressure of the kiss, drawing his knight closer with delicate hands cupping his jaw and silky hair— It was like he always imagined it would be.- 

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thelilyprince:

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thelilyprince replied to your post: …Dick.

Come sit with me a while, please.

Of course. -He smiles gently and removes the sword from his belt, setting it on a nearby table before approaching the Prince and taking a seat next to him.- What’s on your mind?

I.. I’m worried. About your leave. 

-Pauses, then smiles reassuringly.- I’ve fought for your family before, my Prince… I’ll just be gone a little longer this time. Keep to your studies, and you won’t even notice my absence. -He hesitates, then reaches out and softly tucks Tim’s hair behind his ear.-

You’ll be cared for while we are away.

I-I know you can do it. I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll bring us honor and justice, but.. 

The thought of losing you— 

fightsforgotham:

thelilyprince replied to your post: …Dick.

Come sit with me a while, please.

Of course. -He smiles gently and removes the sword from his belt, setting it on a nearby table before approaching the Prince and taking a seat next to him.- What’s on your mind?

I.. I’m worried. About your leave. 

Rosemary and thyme.

princeofthesands:

thelilyprince:

“I do not!” Tim sputtered, obviously a bit ataken back with the boy’s accusation. “I want to help you..,” he tried a gentler tone, offering a small, smooth hand to his guest. “I don’t meet many people like you here. I’m curious.” The confession slipped from his lips before he could stop it, and for a moment he was afraid he may have scared the boy off. 

But ever so slowly, Tim could see the hunger winning over the child’s temptation to run, and the smile returned to the prince’s face. “Come, please.”

The others apparent protest to the bandit’s accusations had Ibn raise both eyebrows. Though it wasn’t visible to Tim through his headscarf. The worn red and blue fabric keeping his face and identity concealed from the world around him.

“People like me?” He asked coldly. Then it dawned on him; was he talking to some rich boy? Eyeing Tim for a moment, the bandit instinctively looked for a purse; any sign of coin. Coin meant food. And food meant that his stomach would stop aching. Letting out a  ”T’ch”, Ibn returned to a more calmer and subdued stance. 

Slowly, he approached the other. Refusing to take his hand. Silently accepting the offer of food.

“Yes. People from the other side of the wall,” the prince smiled, obviously pleased that this new guest was willing to talk to him. Even if the stranger had ignored his offer to take his hand, he lead the boy willingly to the tray of food awaiting him by a stone bench, loaded with breads and cheeses and fruit of every assortment. Usually Tim just picked at the food, never one for an over zealous appetite, but something told him this new boy would need it more than he ever would. 

Timothy took a seat on the grass, robes pooling in his lap as he sat and moved the tray onto the ground. “Here, eat,” he said, watching the boy with curiosity. “What is your name?”

shadowedroyalty replied to your post: You /have/ eaten your evening meal already, correct?

-Narrows his eyes at him.- If I was your mother, you would not be allowed to stay in your room until you managed to learn how to defend yourself. So be grateful that is not true. -Snerk- And I am only asking since Grayson made it my duty to.

I can defend myself just fine, thank you! I’ve been practicing those silly techniques you taught me— Think not so little of me. 

I learn quickly. -A soft smirk creeps onto the heirs lips.- 

Yes, yes, Dick made you do it and you care not of my health, safety, or life force in general. You remind me at least twice a week, you know.