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timebethine ([personal profile] timebethine) wrote2023-10-20 06:53 am
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[Closed Post: A Shared Meal]

Laertes has spent all day bent over a cookbook, preparing a meal that he hopes a prince will have no cause to criticize. He's made flaky little apple and brie pastries with their crusts twisted in whorls, roast carrots swimming in honey sauce and garnished with walnuts; for the main course, he's been stewing a pot roast for hours. The entire kitchen smells of beef and and onions, celery and parsley and rosemary.

Now, as he arranges his bounty on the table in his rooms, there is just enough space for anxiety to score a touch. He knows full well that, if this night goes as he expects, he'll be taking Claudius to bed--and that will be a choice that he can never take back, if this long dream ends and he finds himself in Elsinore again. He knows that if there is a way that Claudius can use this tryst to his advantage, he will, even here in what might as well be Arcadia.

He shakes his head as he works free the cork of a wine bottle--sweet and red, of no vintage he can recognize. What will come, will come. He has no reputation here to protect, and that's perhaps the most freeing thought he can imagine.
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-10-21 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
The wine tastes sweeter now, Claudius thinks -- when he first reached for it, he didn't pause to taste it, and it's lusher and fuller of the flavors of fruit than the dryer reds Claudius tends to prefer. He savors it as Laertes frames his thoughts, and it's more satisfying than he'd imagine it would be. He could've gently steered the conversation towards what he wanted to hear, but he asked, and Laertes answered. He's still a surprising young man, but perhaps that says more about Claudius's capacity to be surprised.

The blasphemies are as sweet to his soul as he hoped they'd be. "The only God I know," he says, "is a God who gave us every pleasure, and a list of sins that come from passion and the desire to taste the world's sweetness. A God more like a pagan Zeus, tormenting Tantalus for the presumption of tasting ambrosia, and trying to steal it for mankind. I've never been able to live with God peaceably, to believe and trust His plans have a purpose that any of us could understand. I can't reason myself into thinking God wouldn't be cruel enough to create me with desires and punish me for them. Perhaps, in the fullness of God's perspective, His cruelty has a purpose, too. Perhaps He is cruel to be kind, and a world of greater kindness awaits after we've denied ourselves the pleasures of this one. But I can't deny myself and, whenever it comes to it, I can't repent of any sin I've committed. Particularly the lighter sins." He laughs wryly. "The sin of meeting a sweet, shy boy with hair like gold and silver and eyes that look through me, of seeing him blush and desiring to give him every joy of the flesh -- it isn't a sin like murder. Perhaps more akin to adultery, swaying someone to break an oath. Sins like that won't trouble my sleep, and the joys are well worth it. But I don't expect to win an argument with God, or see any absolution for my worser sins."

He turned absolution away. It was a choice he made.
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-10-21 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"You'll notice I'm unmarried," Claudius says, his only ring the signet ring he spins around his finger. For now he puts his hands to and fork, and returns to the feast that Laertes created for him -- never mind God. "I've never had a love recognized in a holy sacrament. But I admit," taking a more teasing tone, but sincere, "I look forward to whatever holiness thou hast seen in coupling. What moves thee, when thou art with a lover who inspires thee to scriptures?"
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-10-21 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thou know'st he wishes to give the world to thee." And Claudius is starting to see why. Love, of course, is as transformative as a philosopher's stone, and it's plain that Sagramore is besotted with Laertes -- but it's hardly that Sagramore has made gold of base metals. Laertes is beautiful when talks about the world's happiness, and joining the world after being apart from it, in a way that Claudius want to touch him and teach him every pleasure his body can give him. But also, he thinks, he could learn from Laertes. Sagramore called him weightless, without his family expectations. When they danced, Claudius nearly felt weightless with him.

(Like sharing a bed with Laurel, and leaving the window open so light streams in the morning and catches in his hair like a halo of flame. And holding Laurel, with hierarchies between them and no fear of being burned. That kind of weightlessness.)
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-10-21 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Claudius laughs over his meal, and his wine, which he lifts to sip from. "Ay, and when I met him I was tongue-tied and foolish, and still he offered to spoil me and take me to bed without dissembling. I've grown very fond of his way of doing things."
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-10-21 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, that blush on his cheeks is a gift, and Claudius has to smile at it. "And to think, I imagined you weren't interested. I suppose Sagramore stoked thy interest?"
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-10-21 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thou didst not catch my meaning," Claudius realizes aloud, and if he laughs, it's not unkindly. It's half at himself. "Thou wert more innocent than I imagined ... though thou hast in Sagramore a learned instructor. What possibilities were most illuminating to thee?"
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-10-21 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thou hadst the right of it when thou didst say Sagramore is a man admirable in any occupation," Claudius says, with clear admiration for this litany of pleasing filth. "But he rarely lets himself be driven to distraction. For all his charming directness, he's too giving a lover to be overwhelmed for long. Thee and I might work to overwhelm him, if we shared him between us. Is that a thought thou wouldst enjoy?" His eyes are bright, speaking possible debaucheries over a civilized meal, gazing intently at Laertes across the table. "Or wouldst thou prefer to be the one overwhelmed by us?"
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-10-21 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"It would please him to have thee pleased," Claudius says, believing it -- there's truth in men's cups and Sagramore is already so generous, it's easy to imagine him devoted entirely to Laertes and fulfilling his desires. Claudius enjoys imagining it (and it's a distraction, yes, from imagining anyone else, but enjoyable in itself). "We may make our own rules, as thou saidst."
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-10-21 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"A promise of something lasting is a promise too easily broken, in a place where circumstances change as frequently as they do here. But so is a promise I will never feel anything for thee." Galahad might've been a passing flirtation, and even after it grew to fondness and caring, Claudius still might've turned away and preserved his heart. It doesn't soothe the aching at all to think of it that way. But it's proof enough Claudius can never predict what will happen. "I like thee well. I enjoy thy conversation, thy dancing, thy unashamed joy in thy skills and the learning of them ... as in the dinner thou hast sincerely made to share what thou hast learned from thy books, with the gift of time to read them. I think thou wouldst be sweet to teach and praise in anything. But as thou hast a tutor, I confess myself charmed by how thou wouldst train me to honesty with kisses."
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-10-21 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a smile Claudius longs to trace before it swims away again, to lean in and kiss. "Thou hast a way of disarming me with plain words," he admits. "But even plain words aren't as plain as they appear. Sagramore may be charmingly, naturally direct, but I wasn't trained to use my words like blades to make a direct hit. At best they're a quiver of many arrows, rather than a single weapon. I can fire as many as I like, but if I don't know where to aim, I'll still miss. For instance," he says, with a laugh, "I truly did believe thou knew'st what I meant, when I asked if thou wouldst share Sagramore's bed with me."
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-10-21 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"He brought a blanket," Claudius assures him. "It was quite comfortable. Or was that not yet in thy imaginings, either?"
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-10-21 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"What a fanciful mind thou hast," Claudius laughs. "Well, when I know it better, I'll know better how to aim. If thou wilt continue to cross words with me, and seek out my defenses."
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[personal profile] wickedwit 2023-10-21 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
That casual sir shivers through him, more than he thought it could. The plainest of titles, one that could be spoken from one fellow-student to another -- only given because Laertes chooses to give it to him, not because of an accident of birth. (It's better than my lord right now. My lord would make him think of Galahad pale and naked, flinching away without even the blankets to cover him, and the uncrossable distance between them -- Claudius isn't thinking about that.)

He stands, slowly, carefully -- it wouldn't do to let Laertes imagine he's standing to escape -- and leans across the table to touch Laertes, not his smile yet, but his cheek. "Wouldst thou be undone by me?"

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