[ Etiquette prescribes that he associates himself with the planet that he both represents and rules over, but Claude thinks - if Anakin can get away with just a given name, so should he. They should be equal in this. Their little adventure, wherever it takes them. He's not gonna ask, he doesn't honetly want to know. Surprise him.
Anakin leads them down the hallway, same way Rainier went, but for some reason, in this company, Claude isn't particularly bothered by the thought of running into his old mentor again. There's always the robe, right? It could do with a dash more of golden sprinkle. And he could do with a whiff more of the other man's scent, he still remembers it, how heavy and warm it had been.
Feeling how the taller man is adjusting his step to fit Claude's shorter legs, Claude raises an eyebrow up at him and cocks his head slightly. Definitely, it's meant as praise when he says, ]
You've got good reflexes.
[ But it's also an observation, just as it's in a sense a question, too, a curious poke. Who are you, what do you do, how are you the way you are (you are lovely, by the way) and yet, it isn't posed as a question, because if he did, Anakin would have to answer and Claude doesn't want him to dish out that information unless he feels like it. Unless they're at that stage, where that's something they can do. He doesn't want there to be that kind of expectation between them. For all that it could be, it could still just be praise. True.
It feels like freedom, this. He wouldn't want it to be less than that.
Thus, instead, Claude just keeps up with the other man's long legs that would look amazing in a loincloth, he's not gonna pretend he isn't imagining it. Blue, sky, like his eyes. Wherever he comes from and wherever they're going, that's the association that follows along. ]
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[ Etiquette prescribes that he associates himself with the planet that he both represents and rules over, but Claude thinks - if Anakin can get away with just a given name, so should he. They should be equal in this. Their little adventure, wherever it takes them. He's not gonna ask, he doesn't honetly want to know. Surprise him.
Anakin leads them down the hallway, same way Rainier went, but for some reason, in this company, Claude isn't particularly bothered by the thought of running into his old mentor again. There's always the robe, right? It could do with a dash more of golden sprinkle. And he could do with a whiff more of the other man's scent, he still remembers it, how heavy and warm it had been.
Feeling how the taller man is adjusting his step to fit Claude's shorter legs, Claude raises an eyebrow up at him and cocks his head slightly. Definitely, it's meant as praise when he says, ]
You've got good reflexes.
[ But it's also an observation, just as it's in a sense a question, too, a curious poke. Who are you, what do you do, how are you the way you are (you are lovely, by the way) and yet, it isn't posed as a question, because if he did, Anakin would have to answer and Claude doesn't want him to dish out that information unless he feels like it. Unless they're at that stage, where that's something they can do. He doesn't want there to be that kind of expectation between them. For all that it could be, it could still just be praise. True.
It feels like freedom, this. He wouldn't want it to be less than that.
Thus, instead, Claude just keeps up with the other man's long legs that would look amazing in a loincloth, he's not gonna pretend he isn't imagining it. Blue, sky, like his eyes. Wherever he comes from and wherever they're going, that's the association that follows along. ]