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While You Were Gone
Nov. 7th, 2019 12:14 amIntellectually, Viren knows that Harrow must look different now. His letters sometimes mentioned growing taller, or stronger, or needing to shave more frequently. Viren sometimes tried to picture it, envisioning some blend of the Harrow he last saw and his father. But he's never seen the elder royal without a beard nor Harrow with one, and his imagination isn't strong on visuals, so he meets with only partial success. Still, it should be enough to mentally prepare him to assimilate the new status quo.
It isn't.
Viren is wholly unprepared to integrate his warm memories of childhood friendship with the strikingly handsome warrior-prince who greets him. Harrow is tall now, and broad. Every inch of him is regal. Commanding.
When Harrow pulls him into a hug, Viren is surrounded by firm muscle and solid presence. He feels safe, and excited, and terribly confused.
Then Harrow starts talking. He doesn't say anything different than he ever has, but his voice... It's so deep and rich now. It resonates within the very center of Viren's being. He might as well be an instrument for the prince to play however he wishes.
It isn't.
Viren is wholly unprepared to integrate his warm memories of childhood friendship with the strikingly handsome warrior-prince who greets him. Harrow is tall now, and broad. Every inch of him is regal. Commanding.
When Harrow pulls him into a hug, Viren is surrounded by firm muscle and solid presence. He feels safe, and excited, and terribly confused.
Then Harrow starts talking. He doesn't say anything different than he ever has, but his voice... It's so deep and rich now. It resonates within the very center of Viren's being. He might as well be an instrument for the prince to play however he wishes.
