All it took was that single word for Rufus to wake up slightly, narrowing his eyes at Tseng as he was pulling on his robe. "Tseng- I-" but before he could say anything else Tseng's lips met his and as much as he wants to argue, he knows he can't.
He had promised.
And he would uphold that. He's quiet for a moment when their lips parted and he looks at Tseng, his head resting against his. He can't refuse even though every part of him wants to. "Just don't let me become my father, Tseng. Don't let me become someone who is so weak they have to hide behind everyone else. I won't become that."
He already felt trapped by his father's legacy, he didn't want it to consume him as well. He pulled his robe closed, tying the sash as he made his way towards the bed. Everything was spotless once more and he didn't question how that happened as he sank into the clean sheets.
Tseng watches Rufus as they journey into the room. He does not have to check to ensure the sheets are up to standard; his men do not make mistakes. Everything will be cleaned as if it never was.
Automatically, he holds his hand out for Rufus to take, to stabilize him as he slips into bed. He draws the covers down and tucks the cool sheets around his shoulders. And then he stands for a moment, looking at Rufus, curled in his bed and blue eyes gleaming. He is as beautiful as he is powerful—no one could ever aspire to match these two enviable gifts that are his birthright.
"You will never be your father," he says. "You will never be like anyone, because there is no one like you in this world."
"You're biased since I gave you a budget increase yesterday," he remarks with amusement as he yawns, letting Tseng pull the covers over him. But Tseng knows him better than anyone else sometimes, his words are not simply empty flattery to get what he wants. He looks up at Tseng for a few moments before yawning once more and rolling over on his side to hug his pillow comfortably.
"Have housekeeping give me my wake up call at 7, I need time to organize everything to pass others to take care of while I'm gone," he murmurs sleepily, eyes drifting closed.
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He had promised.
And he would uphold that. He's quiet for a moment when their lips parted and he looks at Tseng, his head resting against his. He can't refuse even though every part of him wants to. "Just don't let me become my father, Tseng. Don't let me become someone who is so weak they have to hide behind everyone else. I won't become that."
He already felt trapped by his father's legacy, he didn't want it to consume him as well. He pulled his robe closed, tying the sash as he made his way towards the bed. Everything was spotless once more and he didn't question how that happened as he sank into the clean sheets.
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Automatically, he holds his hand out for Rufus to take, to stabilize him as he slips into bed. He draws the covers down and tucks the cool sheets around his shoulders. And then he stands for a moment, looking at Rufus, curled in his bed and blue eyes gleaming. He is as beautiful as he is powerful—no one could ever aspire to match these two enviable gifts that are his birthright.
"You will never be your father," he says. "You will never be like anyone, because there is no one like you in this world."
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"Have housekeeping give me my wake up call at 7, I need time to organize everything to pass others to take care of while I'm gone," he murmurs sleepily, eyes drifting closed.