[There's knowing he's up to something and there's knowing what he's up to, and Khalid is fully willing to trade losing the former with Sylvain in exchange for what their relationship has bloomed into. It definitely helps that Sylvain is willing to indulge him, and not try and pry into what the surprise will be.
Khalid lets his knuckles brush indulgently along Sylvain's jaw, playing at considering the jewelry for a moment longer before tossing a fair few coins the merchant's way.] They already do to me. [He leans up on his toes to kiss his husband's cheek, deft fingers removing the more basic stud earring from Sylvain's ear and replacing it with the newly purchased jewelry. He'd asked Sylvain to come to the market wearing fairly plain clothing and minimal jewelry specifically because Khalid intended to have him leave looking as lavishly spoiled as he should be, being consort to the Crown Prince. There's something fun about decorating Sylvain like he himself is the gift, and he's clearly enjoying the attention too.] Very handsome... let's see, what are we missing?
[He looks him over. Sylvain's wearing an entirely new outfit now, the clothes he'd started out with tucked away into a bag Khalid is carrying. Bracelets and bangles adorn his wrists, a finely crafted pendant around his neck. His poor pale husband is looking a little red from the sun, though...] Maybe a scarf to keep your face from blending in with your hair. [He teases, his hand finally lowering from toying with the new earring.]
[Indulging Khalid always turns out to be fun, in Sylvain's experience. Or at least exciting for when such plans go wrong. So far, this plan seems to mostly involve playing dress-up with Sylvain. He is more than happy to be Khalid's pet husband for the day, never disappointed with the almyran fashions Khalid picks out for him. He feels so colorful in the blues and greens, accents of yellow at his wrists and in his sash.
He hums and leans into the kiss, feeling a flutter in his chest as Khalid replaces his earring for him. The new one is heavier, dangling a little against his jaw, and he's very aware of it even after gentle fingers move away. He spreads his hands out slightly and twirls, showing off everything he's been decorated with, a smirk on his face.] Is anything missing, doting husband?
[His laughter is tinged with embarrassment, but his smile is genuine and warm. He loves the attention even when he feels he doesn't deserve it.] I suppose I am feeling a little roasted.
[Excuse you, his plans never go wrong! They just change directions sometimes. And this plan has gone perfectly. He openly admires Sylvain decked out in Almyra's finest fashions when he does his little twirl, a part of him regretting he can't just drag Sylvain right back off to their rooms... or maybe off into an alleyway. Thoughts of just what they could get up to while removing a bare minimum of Sylvain's gifts come to mind, and he lets them show in his smile and the positively dirty way he looks the man up and down.
Right. Scarf. Keep Sylvain from having to spend the rest of the week face down in aloe.] Well, your options are abundant. Let's get something to cool you down a little more quickly first, though. [He links their arms together, guiding Sylvain off to another vendor serving shaved ice colored with bright, flavorful syrups.]
[Sylvain feels those emerald eyes on him like a lover's caress, and it shivers along his spine and raises the hairs on his arms. He returns the suggestive glance, winking as Khalid moves in to link their arms, stealing a quick kiss at the edge of the prince's eyebrow.]
As if I could cool down with you staring at me like that, [He mutters against Khalid's temple.
He allows himself to be dragged, though, exclaiming about the fruity syrups and how refreshing the ice looks. There's a mixed berry flavor that's a sinfully dark red bordering on purple, and he's immediately drawn to it. The first bite is as incredible as he'd hoped and the hum of delight he gives borders on inappropriate. He dips down to kiss Khalid on the mouth with his cold lips in thanks.]
[Khalid chuckles at the feigned admonishment, resisting the urge to playfully grab at Sylvain's ass. He has a plan for the day, and getting a quickie in at the market somewhere would offset too many things. It's fun to make Sylvain wait, anyway.
His delightful bastard of a husband doesn't make it an easy decision with that obscene noise he makes about the shaved ice, though. He laughs into the icy kiss, getting a tantalizing hint of that berry flavor from Sylvain's lips.] Isn't that the point of marrying a prince? To be spoiled? [He winks playfully, his own frozen treat flavored with mango and citrus fruit. The ice vendor is paid as well and they continue wandering the market stalls, not pulled in any particular direction-- as Khalid had said, there are scarves aplenty, in all manner of styles, colors, patterns... even narrowing down by fabrics thick enough to block the sun, they're still spoiled for choice.]
Ohh, is that why I married you? [Sylvain's grin is wide and shit-eating, but his eyes are warm with honest affection. He jokes about being spoiled with gifts, but the real way he's spoiled is in affection. Khalid, and the other members of the royal household, did not have to accept him so readily. He could have been as miserable here as back home, and instead Al-Jawahara has become home to him more then Gautier ever was.
Even if he will never adjust to the desert sun. He admires the options, talking idly of the pros and cons of each type of fabric and pattern. Spoiled for choice indeed! He wants to let Khalid have the final say in dressing him up again, as before, but he does suggest a bright teal that would match well with his hair.]
That and my roguishly handsome good looks. [Khalid grins right back, the soft look in Sylvain's eyes the only thanks he needs for all this indulgent spending. He'd intended to let Sylvain pick the final touch to his outfit, but Sylvain wants him to do it, and it's his birthday, so what he wants, he gets. Khalid takes that suggestion into account, though, eventually settling on a scarf that looks like the open sea and sky all spread out, foamy sea spray and clouds breaking up the blue.
He hands Sylvain his shaved ice so he can get it tied in a proper masculine fashion around his husband's head, shielding his scalp and face from the glare of the midday sun.] See, this is why I wanted to get going so early. Heat stroke is a bad birthday present. [He draws away, giving Sylvain another look-over. There's less of a lustful heat and more fond warmth to it this time.] Now you look like Almyran royalty.
[It's not often he can pout and bully Khalid into making decisions for him. Sylvain intends to fully enjoy it! He sighs relief as the cool, shading cloth covers his head and allows his burning skin to rest somewhat. He's going to have a whole host of new freckles after today, he thinks.]
Do I?
[He grins, looking a little embarrassed. Somehow he doubts that, considering his pale complexion and red hair, but the compliment is sweet anyway.]
[And Khalid is going to adore each and every one of those freckles. He hums an affirmative, a hand on the back of Sylvain's now scarf-covered neck guiding him down into a short, syrup-sweet kiss.]
Want to do another loop of the market while we finish these off? [He grabs his ice treat from Sylvain, smiling casually. That should get them back to the palace just in time for the fun to begin.]
[Still slightly embarrassed, Sylvain grins crookedly as he's pulled into another sweet, cold kiss. He sticks close to Khalid's side, a hand resting lazily around his waist for a moment before he returns to eating.]
So much walking!
[He complains, rolling his neck and eyes dramatically.]
Says the man I've only ever seen skip training for a day because he was under strict doctor's orders to do so. But fine, since it's your birthday.
[He chuckles, letting his hip bump comfortably against Sylvain's side.] We'll go back for lunch soon, get some real food in you to perk you up. I have more plans for you, can't have you tapping out so early in the day. [He grins.]
Hey, now! Don't spread lies about me! [He presses a bejeweled hand to his colorful chest.] I skip training all the time. Anyone from back home could tell you.
[He's not on to Claude's plans in the slightest, his friends from home just come up naturally! Even here, where he's made Almyra his home, he gets sick with missing them. The promise of birthday food and more plans has Sylvain perking up like a dog promised a treat.]
Oh? Going to work me hard and spoil me harder today, huh? [His wink is just as suggestive as anything.]
[Sylvain mentions his friends at least once a day, so it's easy for Khalid to act like it doesn't make him wonder for a moment if his plans have been sussed out. He just grins and flows with the change of subject.]
That's the idea.
[They wander the market a little more while enjoying their shaved ice, and Khalid finds a few more little presents for Sylvain on the way-- things he has put aside for one of his trusted personal servants to pick up later, so they don't have to lug books and artwork around.
They make their way back to the palace, Khalid utterly casual as he guides them down to the private dining room.
One of his aides sweeps in to grab his attention while they're still a few hallways away, speaking in a low voice about an important matter needing his attention, and Khalid feigns a sheepish, apologetic look to Sylvain.] Sorry, aziz-am. I'll make this quick and join you as soon as I can, go ahead and eat. [He squeezes Sylvain's arm once more, kissing his cheek before releasing him and slipping away around a corner.
Of course, the only matter requiring his attention is to sneak through one of the shortcuts he'd memorized as a child to end up in that dining room before Sylvain can get there, joining the gathered Blue Lions, who are in various states of amusement, excitement, and overacted annoyance at their friend's husband's theatrics.]
[Spoiled Sylvain feels! He starts to really protest all the presents Claude buys him, and the heat starts to get to him even with protection from the sun, so they return home.
[As soon as Khalid turns those apologetic eyes toward him, Sylvain knows he's about to excuse himself. So he's already resigned to it when Khalid says he has to leave. Sylvain sighs and shakes his head, the picture of a put-upon spouse, and steals a quick kiss when his arm is squeezed.
It's too convenient, that Khalid is being drawn away so close to dinner, after Sylvain's been kept out all day. The romantic bastard surely has some elaborate feast planned. Sylvain shakes his head, amused, and finishes the short walk to the dining hall. He tries to brace himself for whatever is behind the door before he throws it open.]
[If Khalid's played his cards right, nothing could have prepared Sylvain for this. As soon as the door opens, there's a chorus of voices yelling out "Happy birthday!", Annette and Mercedes standing nearest the door to throw handfuls of confetti onto the birthday boy himself. The table is laden with all of Sylvain's favorite foods from his homeland, as well as the new favorites he'd learned he had in Almyra.
Being closest to him, Annette and Mercedes swoop in for hugs first, Annette asking between giggles if they surprised him.
Khalid stands back as the Blue Lions converge around Sylvain, enjoying the shock and delight on his husband's face at the presence of his friends.
Part of him had worried he'd feel like he doesn't belong in this picture... and maybe a part of him does feel that way, but the fact that he caused it to happen, put that look on Sylvain's face... it outweighs anything else. Getting to properly meet all these delightful people he's only ever written letters to is a wonderful bonus.]
[The moment the door opens and the smells and sights converge on him, Sylvain knows he wasn't prepared for this at all. A second later familiar voices are chorusing salutations and colorful paper flutters down around him. Soft, familiar arms loop around him, and he laughs through the tears in his eyes. You did, Annette, you sure did. he pats her on the head, and leans into Mercedes, peering past the girls to see Ashe, Dedue, and his three childhood friends moving in as well (though Felix is being dragged by Dimitri and Ingrid.)
He melts into it all, tearing up all over again as the girls each take turns kissing his face, and Dimitri leans down to kiss the top of his head. This can't be real... can it? Sylvain feels like he's floating, like his body isn't quite solid...
And then he looks further into the room and there's Khalid, a softness in the prince's face that both melts Sylvain's heart and solidifies him into the present. He squirms about to reach out a hand from the center of the group hug, inviting, his warm honey eyes still watery with emotion.]
[Khalid is expecting all of Sylvain's attention to be on his friends, and rightly so after not being able to see any of them for nearly a year, so he's surprised to find that warm, adoring gaze directed his way so soon. Only Sylvain gets to see the flicker of hesitation and something bordering on shyness in his eyes before he accepts that wordless invitation with casual confidence, stepping in to join the group hug and taking Sylvain's outreached hand in his own, tangling their fingers together.
After that, they mostly break off into smaller groups, their Faerghan guests alternately catching up with Sylvain and with each other. When he catches him alone for a moment, Dimitri gives him the most painfully sincere thanks for how happy he's made Sylvain, and after all the awfully charming letters Khalid has exchanged with him and how unfairly handsome he is in person-- yeah, alright, he's developing quite the crush on the man. Other schemes relating to that, as well as the feelings he knows his husband harbors for his childhood friends, linger in the back of his mind, but for now he stays focused on the present. In both senses of the word, hah.
Food is had, more conversation, and cake. Khalid is as thrilled to see Sylvain's friends enjoying the food of Almyra as he is excited to try the Faerghan dishes for himself. There's such a warmth to it, a comfort he's never experienced in a social gathering like this. Felix may be a little (or a lot) surly, but it's obvious to anyone looking that he missed Sylvain as much as anyone else in the room, if not more. He's been hardly more than a few feet from Sylvain ever since he was dragged into the group hug. He steals a moment with the birthday boy for himself, sliding in to the recently vacated chair next to him and grinning cheekily.] So, what do you think? Did I win at giving birthday presents?
[Sylvain's attention is absolutely going to be turned toward his friends from his homeland most of the night, but in this first special moment of reunion, he wants Khalid to be part of it. He wants his old life to connect with the new, at least when it comes to the parts of his old life he loved most. He knows he made the right decision when he sees the momentary shyness.
It also makes his floating, tender feelings all the more potent when he sees Khalid conversing so easily with Dimitri. Dedue and Mercedes have their time with him as well. Sylvain's heart feels like a glass filled so far it's bubbling up out of the top, just about to spill. He either doesn't notice or doesn't care how obvious his fawning over Dimitri, Felix, Ingrid, and Mercedes is. He missed them, and he's going to touch them as many times as it takes to convince himself they're real. He mourns Mercedes' and Ingrid's hair, and the girls make fun of him, and Goddess it feels so good.
Sylvain catches sight of Dimitri standing with a hand lightly against Felix's lower back and an overwhelming surge of something soft hits him and makes him want to giggle like a child. His attention is drawn back as Khalid moves to sit down where Mercedes had been a moment earlier, his face still dopey with affection and compersion.]
Neither you nor anyone else will ever be able to top this birthday, delbar-am.
[Slightly flushed, he leans in and kisses Khalid with no shame or regard for their watching audience, though he could swear he hears Felix's eyes rolling and Annette giggling.]
[Khalid laughs brightly, warmed to his core at how easily Sylvain kisses him in front of his friends. After a lifetime with any of his peers that didn't outright hate him being ashamed to be seen with him in any friendly capacity-- he'll never take it for granted.
He pulls away from the kiss, just enough to speak and for their eyes to meet. One hand settles lightly on Sylvain's cheek.]
I'm taking that as a challenge, and now I have a whole year to prepare for the next one. [He winks playfully, giving Sylvain another short, sweet kiss before pulling back properly. His voice lowers for some truly sappy words, thumb rubbing fondly over his jawline.] Anything to get to see this smile on your face again and again.
[Khalid's stupidly pretty eyes are full of both affection and mischief and Sylvain feels his toes curl in his slip on shoes. He flushes a bright pink, made all the more dramatic by the toasting he did in the sun earlier in the day.
He leans in, touching their foreheads together to keep the room from spinning in how dizzy that sappiness makes him. Not that he ever doubted their relationship had become something of genuine love, not since his near-death by poisoning, but he hasn't felt the power behind Khalid's feelings for him in so long.]
I love you so much, you absolute madman. You magnificent scheming bastard. Marry me again.
[He doesn't think Dimitri can hear what they're saying, but the intensity of the moment is probably clear enough without. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Dimitri looking at the happy couple with stars in his good eye.]
[Sylvain gets his revenge, the intensity in his gaze and words making Khalid's face grow hot too. He laughs again, more breathless. He would, given the chance... he would marry Sylvain again.]
I love you too. [It still makes his heart flutter, hearing that and saying it, and even more so with Sylvain's dearest friends so close by.
The gathering lasts late into the night, but eventually people begin to trickle back to their guest rooms. They do still have a week to spend in relaxation and reunion before the diplomatic work begins, after all.
In the end, it's the two of them, Felix, and Dimitri that are left. As tempting as it is to push his luck and invite the other couple into their bed... patience is a virtue, better to plant the seed tonight and reap the rewards of it later. Besides, he still wants to be a little selfish with his husband's time on the night of his birthday. Just a little flirting, a little teasing, all while his legs are casually thrown over Sylvain's lap as they sit together. His goal seems to be to get the pale faces of their guests as red as Sylvain's hair, and he's not doing a bad job of it.]
[Sylvain can't get enough of any of these people he adores so much. He seems to have endless energy late into the night, pouting dramatically each time someone breaks off to go to bed. He sends them each off with a chaste kiss, until it's just his favorite three men in the world left.
Contented as a fat cat, Sylvain lounges, his hands resting on top of Khalid's legs, and looking very pleased with himself as he watches his husband flirt relentlessly with Dimitri and Felix. Though they are both quick to blush, Dimitri reacts with shyness and self-deprecation where Felix reacts by fluffing up like a feral cat.]
You, [He prods Khalid in the chest,] have had too much wine.
[He's as insatiable as you are, Felix grumbles, pointedly looking at none of them.]
[Khalid scoffs in mock offense, placing a wounded hand on his chest.] I've had one glass. Don't you want me to get to know your closest friends, asal? [His voice is as sweet as the honey he compares Sylvain to, eyelashes batting prettily up at him.
His gaze flits back over to Felix and Dimitri, though, gauging their combined flusteredness. Well, they can work out some of that tension with each other tonight, and then maybe... maybe. He looks over at Sylvain again, a heavier intent in his gaze as he admires the look of him like this, so relaxed and happy, still dressed in the clothes Khalid had picked out for him.]
[Khalid has always been so cute when he's pretending to be offended, and tonight is no exception. That combined with the endearment has Sylvain feeling fluttery and affectionate. Stupid pretty eyelashes, wrapping Sylvain around the prince's finger.]
"Getting to know" is not the same as "finding every button to push," babe.
[But there's more amusement than put-upon in Sylvain's voice. Felix snorts and grumbles about the open displays of sexuality. Dimitri chuckles in a way that's tinged with nerves, and he tries to soothe his spiky lover. Just as well, because Sylvain is too wrapped up in the way Khalid is looking at him to respond himself. He feels a heavy heat settle in his stomach and a fire kindle in his heart. He makes a show of stretching and yawning.]
All right, I think it's time for birthday boy to be in bed. [He gives Khalid's legs a squeeze and gently displaces them from his lap.] Much as I missed you two... I'll see you more tomorrow, yeah?
[He stands up and stretches, moving forward to give them each a goodnight kiss like he had for the rest of his friends. He plants one on Dimitri's forehead, making the large man melt like a big dog, wrapping arms around Sylvain's middle and hugging him until Dimitri's face disappears into the silk sash around Sylvain's middle. He smiles indulgently and strokes Dimitri's hair. Then it's Felix's turn and the poor duke is already beet red before Sylvain even touches him, grumbling as Sylvain kisses his temple, winking one eye shut. He bristles, but yanks Sylvain down by the collar until he can bite his ear and whisper harshly, you big idiot. He releases Sylvain and turns away with his arms crossed.]
It's not? [Khalid feigns a look of surprise that is completely undone by the mischievous tilt of his lips. Green eyes sparkle with heat and amusement when Sylvain starts making an excuse for them to head off to their rooms, obligingly moving his legs to the floor so he can stand as well.
It's adorable, the way Sylvain has kissed all his friends goodnight, but the way Dimitri just melts into it has Khalid's heart feeling soft. If Khalid hadn't grown up in a royal family himself, it might be hard to believe he was a king when he goes all melty like that.
And then there's Felix. All that bristly cat-like irritation is cute in its own way, but his reddened face and the fact that he still allows Sylvain his kiss goodnight speaks volumes. Felix grabbing Sylvain happens faster than he can react to it and by the time the alarm bells of a threat have rung in his mind it's already over, which is for the better in this case-- Sylvain is clearly surprised but not actually hurt and Dimitri looks vaguely exasperated but fond.
Khalid huffs out a laugh, allowing the adrenaline to settle. He's been rather protective of Sylvain ever since the stabbing incident.] It's been a delight meeting you all... the letters don't do your charms any justice.
[Felix is still huffing and bristling and looks like he might try to bite him too if he gets too close, but Dimitri delicately takes one of Khalid's hands in his own, bringing it to his lips to kiss his knuckles in a courtly gesture that has Khalid's face burning with heat. Sleep well, Khalid.
With the tables soundly turned on them, Khalid and Sylvain somehow make their way back to the royal wing. He doesn't dare speak a word about it until their door is closed and locked behind them, and even then all he can do for a moment is cling to Sylvain's side, press his forehead to his husband's shoulder and give a flustered laugh.] I think my plan worked too well.
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Khalid lets his knuckles brush indulgently along Sylvain's jaw, playing at considering the jewelry for a moment longer before tossing a fair few coins the merchant's way.] They already do to me. [He leans up on his toes to kiss his husband's cheek, deft fingers removing the more basic stud earring from Sylvain's ear and replacing it with the newly purchased jewelry. He'd asked Sylvain to come to the market wearing fairly plain clothing and minimal jewelry specifically because Khalid intended to have him leave looking as lavishly spoiled as he should be, being consort to the Crown Prince. There's something fun about decorating Sylvain like he himself is the gift, and he's clearly enjoying the attention too.] Very handsome... let's see, what are we missing?
[He looks him over. Sylvain's wearing an entirely new outfit now, the clothes he'd started out with tucked away into a bag Khalid is carrying. Bracelets and bangles adorn his wrists, a finely crafted pendant around his neck. His poor pale husband is looking a little red from the sun, though...] Maybe a scarf to keep your face from blending in with your hair. [He teases, his hand finally lowering from toying with the new earring.]
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[Indulging Khalid always turns out to be fun, in Sylvain's experience. Or at least exciting for when such plans go wrong. So far, this plan seems to mostly involve playing dress-up with Sylvain. He is more than happy to be Khalid's pet husband for the day, never disappointed with the almyran fashions Khalid picks out for him. He feels so colorful in the blues and greens, accents of yellow at his wrists and in his sash.
He hums and leans into the kiss, feeling a flutter in his chest as Khalid replaces his earring for him. The new one is heavier, dangling a little against his jaw, and he's very aware of it even after gentle fingers move away. He spreads his hands out slightly and twirls, showing off everything he's been decorated with, a smirk on his face.] Is anything missing, doting husband?
[His laughter is tinged with embarrassment, but his smile is genuine and warm. He loves the attention even when he feels he doesn't deserve it.] I suppose I am feeling a little roasted.
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Right. Scarf. Keep Sylvain from having to spend the rest of the week face down in aloe.] Well, your options are abundant. Let's get something to cool you down a little more quickly first, though. [He links their arms together, guiding Sylvain off to another vendor serving shaved ice colored with bright, flavorful syrups.]
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[Sylvain feels those emerald eyes on him like a lover's caress, and it shivers along his spine and raises the hairs on his arms. He returns the suggestive glance, winking as Khalid moves in to link their arms, stealing a quick kiss at the edge of the prince's eyebrow.]
As if I could cool down with you staring at me like that, [He mutters against Khalid's temple.
He allows himself to be dragged, though, exclaiming about the fruity syrups and how refreshing the ice looks. There's a mixed berry flavor that's a sinfully dark red bordering on purple, and he's immediately drawn to it. The first bite is as incredible as he'd hoped and the hum of delight he gives borders on inappropriate. He dips down to kiss Khalid on the mouth with his cold lips in thanks.]
You spoil me.
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His delightful bastard of a husband doesn't make it an easy decision with that obscene noise he makes about the shaved ice, though. He laughs into the icy kiss, getting a tantalizing hint of that berry flavor from Sylvain's lips.] Isn't that the point of marrying a prince? To be spoiled? [He winks playfully, his own frozen treat flavored with mango and citrus fruit. The ice vendor is paid as well and they continue wandering the market stalls, not pulled in any particular direction-- as Khalid had said, there are scarves aplenty, in all manner of styles, colors, patterns... even narrowing down by fabrics thick enough to block the sun, they're still spoiled for choice.]
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Ohh, is that why I married you? [Sylvain's grin is wide and shit-eating, but his eyes are warm with honest affection. He jokes about being spoiled with gifts, but the real way he's spoiled is in affection. Khalid, and the other members of the royal household, did not have to accept him so readily. He could have been as miserable here as back home, and instead Al-Jawahara has become home to him more then Gautier ever was.
Even if he will never adjust to the desert sun. He admires the options, talking idly of the pros and cons of each type of fabric and pattern. Spoiled for choice indeed! He wants to let Khalid have the final say in dressing him up again, as before, but he does suggest a bright teal that would match well with his hair.]
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He hands Sylvain his shaved ice so he can get it tied in a proper masculine fashion around his husband's head, shielding his scalp and face from the glare of the midday sun.] See, this is why I wanted to get going so early. Heat stroke is a bad birthday present. [He draws away, giving Sylvain another look-over. There's less of a lustful heat and more fond warmth to it this time.] Now you look like Almyran royalty.
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[It's not often he can pout and bully Khalid into making decisions for him. Sylvain intends to fully enjoy it! He sighs relief as the cool, shading cloth covers his head and allows his burning skin to rest somewhat. He's going to have a whole host of new freckles after today, he thinks.]
Do I?
[He grins, looking a little embarrassed. Somehow he doubts that, considering his pale complexion and red hair, but the compliment is sweet anyway.]
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Want to do another loop of the market while we finish these off? [He grabs his ice treat from Sylvain, smiling casually. That should get them back to the palace just in time for the fun to begin.]
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[Still slightly embarrassed, Sylvain grins crookedly as he's pulled into another sweet, cold kiss. He sticks close to Khalid's side, a hand resting lazily around his waist for a moment before he returns to eating.]
So much walking!
[He complains, rolling his neck and eyes dramatically.]
Only if you rub my calves later.
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[He chuckles, letting his hip bump comfortably against Sylvain's side.] We'll go back for lunch soon, get some real food in you to perk you up. I have more plans for you, can't have you tapping out so early in the day. [He grins.]
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Hey, now! Don't spread lies about me! [He presses a bejeweled hand to his colorful chest.] I skip training all the time. Anyone from back home could tell you.
[He's not on to Claude's plans in the slightest, his friends from home just come up naturally! Even here, where he's made Almyra his home, he gets sick with missing them. The promise of birthday food and more plans has Sylvain perking up like a dog promised a treat.]
Oh? Going to work me hard and spoil me harder today, huh? [His wink is just as suggestive as anything.]
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That's the idea.
[They wander the market a little more while enjoying their shaved ice, and Khalid finds a few more little presents for Sylvain on the way-- things he has put aside for one of his trusted personal servants to pick up later, so they don't have to lug books and artwork around.
They make their way back to the palace, Khalid utterly casual as he guides them down to the private dining room.
One of his aides sweeps in to grab his attention while they're still a few hallways away, speaking in a low voice about an important matter needing his attention, and Khalid feigns a sheepish, apologetic look to Sylvain.] Sorry, aziz-am. I'll make this quick and join you as soon as I can, go ahead and eat. [He squeezes Sylvain's arm once more, kissing his cheek before releasing him and slipping away around a corner.
Of course, the only matter requiring his attention is to sneak through one of the shortcuts he'd memorized as a child to end up in that dining room before Sylvain can get there, joining the gathered Blue Lions, who are in various states of amusement, excitement, and overacted annoyance at their friend's husband's theatrics.]
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[Spoiled Sylvain feels! He starts to really protest all the presents Claude buys him, and the heat starts to get to him even with protection from the sun, so they return home.
[As soon as Khalid turns those apologetic eyes toward him, Sylvain knows he's about to excuse himself. So he's already resigned to it when Khalid says he has to leave. Sylvain sighs and shakes his head, the picture of a put-upon spouse, and steals a quick kiss when his arm is squeezed.
It's too convenient, that Khalid is being drawn away so close to dinner, after Sylvain's been kept out all day. The romantic bastard surely has some elaborate feast planned. Sylvain shakes his head, amused, and finishes the short walk to the dining hall. He tries to brace himself for whatever is behind the door before he throws it open.]
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Being closest to him, Annette and Mercedes swoop in for hugs first, Annette asking between giggles if they surprised him.
Khalid stands back as the Blue Lions converge around Sylvain, enjoying the shock and delight on his husband's face at the presence of his friends.
Part of him had worried he'd feel like he doesn't belong in this picture... and maybe a part of him does feel that way, but the fact that he caused it to happen, put that look on Sylvain's face... it outweighs anything else. Getting to properly meet all these delightful people he's only ever written letters to is a wonderful bonus.]
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[The moment the door opens and the smells and sights converge on him, Sylvain knows he wasn't prepared for this at all. A second later familiar voices are chorusing salutations and colorful paper flutters down around him. Soft, familiar arms loop around him, and he laughs through the tears in his eyes. You did, Annette, you sure did. he pats her on the head, and leans into Mercedes, peering past the girls to see Ashe, Dedue, and his three childhood friends moving in as well (though Felix is being dragged by Dimitri and Ingrid.)
He melts into it all, tearing up all over again as the girls each take turns kissing his face, and Dimitri leans down to kiss the top of his head. This can't be real... can it? Sylvain feels like he's floating, like his body isn't quite solid...
And then he looks further into the room and there's Khalid, a softness in the prince's face that both melts Sylvain's heart and solidifies him into the present. He squirms about to reach out a hand from the center of the group hug, inviting, his warm honey eyes still watery with emotion.]
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After that, they mostly break off into smaller groups, their Faerghan guests alternately catching up with Sylvain and with each other. When he catches him alone for a moment, Dimitri gives him the most painfully sincere thanks for how happy he's made Sylvain, and after all the awfully charming letters Khalid has exchanged with him and how unfairly handsome he is in person-- yeah, alright, he's developing quite the crush on the man. Other schemes relating to that, as well as the feelings he knows his husband harbors for his childhood friends, linger in the back of his mind, but for now he stays focused on the present. In both senses of the word, hah.
Food is had, more conversation, and cake. Khalid is as thrilled to see Sylvain's friends enjoying the food of Almyra as he is excited to try the Faerghan dishes for himself. There's such a warmth to it, a comfort he's never experienced in a social gathering like this. Felix may be a little (or a lot) surly, but it's obvious to anyone looking that he missed Sylvain as much as anyone else in the room, if not more. He's been hardly more than a few feet from Sylvain ever since he was dragged into the group hug. He steals a moment with the birthday boy for himself, sliding in to the recently vacated chair next to him and grinning cheekily.] So, what do you think? Did I win at giving birthday presents?
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[Sylvain's attention is absolutely going to be turned toward his friends from his homeland most of the night, but in this first special moment of reunion, he wants Khalid to be part of it. He wants his old life to connect with the new, at least when it comes to the parts of his old life he loved most. He knows he made the right decision when he sees the momentary shyness.
It also makes his floating, tender feelings all the more potent when he sees Khalid conversing so easily with Dimitri. Dedue and Mercedes have their time with him as well. Sylvain's heart feels like a glass filled so far it's bubbling up out of the top, just about to spill. He either doesn't notice or doesn't care how obvious his fawning over Dimitri, Felix, Ingrid, and Mercedes is. He missed them, and he's going to touch them as many times as it takes to convince himself they're real. He mourns Mercedes' and Ingrid's hair, and the girls make fun of him, and Goddess it feels so good.
Sylvain catches sight of Dimitri standing with a hand lightly against Felix's lower back and an overwhelming surge of something soft hits him and makes him want to giggle like a child. His attention is drawn back as Khalid moves to sit down where Mercedes had been a moment earlier, his face still dopey with affection and compersion.]
Neither you nor anyone else will ever be able to top this birthday, delbar-am.
[Slightly flushed, he leans in and kisses Khalid with no shame or regard for their watching audience, though he could swear he hears Felix's eyes rolling and Annette giggling.]
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He pulls away from the kiss, just enough to speak and for their eyes to meet. One hand settles lightly on Sylvain's cheek.]
I'm taking that as a challenge, and now I have a whole year to prepare for the next one. [He winks playfully, giving Sylvain another short, sweet kiss before pulling back properly. His voice lowers for some truly sappy words, thumb rubbing fondly over his jawline.] Anything to get to see this smile on your face again and again.
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[Khalid's stupidly pretty eyes are full of both affection and mischief and Sylvain feels his toes curl in his slip on shoes. He flushes a bright pink, made all the more dramatic by the toasting he did in the sun earlier in the day.
He leans in, touching their foreheads together to keep the room from spinning in how dizzy that sappiness makes him. Not that he ever doubted their relationship had become something of genuine love, not since his near-death by poisoning, but he hasn't felt the power behind Khalid's feelings for him in so long.]
I love you so much, you absolute madman. You magnificent scheming bastard. Marry me again.
[He doesn't think Dimitri can hear what they're saying, but the intensity of the moment is probably clear enough without. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Dimitri looking at the happy couple with stars in his good eye.]
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I love you too. [It still makes his heart flutter, hearing that and saying it, and even more so with Sylvain's dearest friends so close by.
The gathering lasts late into the night, but eventually people begin to trickle back to their guest rooms. They do still have a week to spend in relaxation and reunion before the diplomatic work begins, after all.
In the end, it's the two of them, Felix, and Dimitri that are left. As tempting as it is to push his luck and invite the other couple into their bed... patience is a virtue, better to plant the seed tonight and reap the rewards of it later. Besides, he still wants to be a little selfish with his husband's time on the night of his birthday. Just a little flirting, a little teasing, all while his legs are casually thrown over Sylvain's lap as they sit together. His goal seems to be to get the pale faces of their guests as red as Sylvain's hair, and he's not doing a bad job of it.]
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[Sylvain can't get enough of any of these people he adores so much. He seems to have endless energy late into the night, pouting dramatically each time someone breaks off to go to bed. He sends them each off with a chaste kiss, until it's just his favorite three men in the world left.
Contented as a fat cat, Sylvain lounges, his hands resting on top of Khalid's legs, and looking very pleased with himself as he watches his husband flirt relentlessly with Dimitri and Felix. Though they are both quick to blush, Dimitri reacts with shyness and self-deprecation where Felix reacts by fluffing up like a feral cat.]
You, [He prods Khalid in the chest,] have had too much wine.
[He's as insatiable as you are, Felix grumbles, pointedly looking at none of them.]
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His gaze flits back over to Felix and Dimitri, though, gauging their combined flusteredness. Well, they can work out some of that tension with each other tonight, and then maybe... maybe. He looks over at Sylvain again, a heavier intent in his gaze as he admires the look of him like this, so relaxed and happy, still dressed in the clothes Khalid had picked out for him.]
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[Khalid has always been so cute when he's pretending to be offended, and tonight is no exception. That combined with the endearment has Sylvain feeling fluttery and affectionate. Stupid pretty eyelashes, wrapping Sylvain around the prince's finger.]
"Getting to know" is not the same as "finding every button to push," babe.
[But there's more amusement than put-upon in Sylvain's voice. Felix snorts and grumbles about the open displays of sexuality. Dimitri chuckles in a way that's tinged with nerves, and he tries to soothe his spiky lover. Just as well, because Sylvain is too wrapped up in the way Khalid is looking at him to respond himself. He feels a heavy heat settle in his stomach and a fire kindle in his heart. He makes a show of stretching and yawning.]
All right, I think it's time for birthday boy to be in bed. [He gives Khalid's legs a squeeze and gently displaces them from his lap.] Much as I missed you two... I'll see you more tomorrow, yeah?
[He stands up and stretches, moving forward to give them each a goodnight kiss like he had for the rest of his friends. He plants one on Dimitri's forehead, making the large man melt like a big dog, wrapping arms around Sylvain's middle and hugging him until Dimitri's face disappears into the silk sash around Sylvain's middle. He smiles indulgently and strokes Dimitri's hair. Then it's Felix's turn and the poor duke is already beet red before Sylvain even touches him, grumbling as Sylvain kisses his temple, winking one eye shut. He bristles, but yanks Sylvain down by the collar until he can bite his ear and whisper harshly, you big idiot. He releases Sylvain and turns away with his arms crossed.]
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It's adorable, the way Sylvain has kissed all his friends goodnight, but the way Dimitri just melts into it has Khalid's heart feeling soft. If Khalid hadn't grown up in a royal family himself, it might be hard to believe he was a king when he goes all melty like that.
And then there's Felix. All that bristly cat-like irritation is cute in its own way, but his reddened face and the fact that he still allows Sylvain his kiss goodnight speaks volumes. Felix grabbing Sylvain happens faster than he can react to it and by the time the alarm bells of a threat have rung in his mind it's already over, which is for the better in this case-- Sylvain is clearly surprised but not actually hurt and Dimitri looks vaguely exasperated but fond.
Khalid huffs out a laugh, allowing the adrenaline to settle. He's been rather protective of Sylvain ever since the stabbing incident.] It's been a delight meeting you all... the letters don't do your charms any justice.
[Felix is still huffing and bristling and looks like he might try to bite him too if he gets too close, but Dimitri delicately takes one of Khalid's hands in his own, bringing it to his lips to kiss his knuckles in a courtly gesture that has Khalid's face burning with heat. Sleep well, Khalid.
With the tables soundly turned on them, Khalid and Sylvain somehow make their way back to the royal wing. He doesn't dare speak a word about it until their door is closed and locked behind them, and even then all he can do for a moment is cling to Sylvain's side, press his forehead to his husband's shoulder and give a flustered laugh.] I think my plan worked too well.
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