14 Works by vercure
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Clive and Joshua’s relationship— as it blossoms from brothers into something more.
“You needn’t follow me, when I’ll come to you. Always.” Clive could find the time—he would carve it out if he must. "Even if not right away, your big brother will always come back to you, ever at your side." He hesitates for just a beat, before placing a dry, chaste kiss to the heated skin of Joshua's forehead.
Settled into his bed and secure in Clive's embrace, his brother's light touches do much to soothe the deep ache of loneliness and discontent gnawing at Joshua's stomach. They’re comforting—coaxing him to speak his mind, a luxury not meant for a boy whose future is predestined. There’s a warmth inside his brother, a flame which matches his own, smoldering and tempered now, lulling him into the quiet solace of his own personal eden. He feels it igniting in his chest as supple lips press against his forehead, his brother’s low voice reverberating against his skin.
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The sun beats down upon him, a blue sky blankets the firmament, and Clive leans against fencing, trying not to make his eavesdropping so obvious.
"Do you think he bites?" A woman says in a hushed whisper, the subdued, airy tone of idle gossip. Clive can tell Joshua too has heard, his eyes flickering up from his book.
"Who, the hound?” The other woman leans in even closer, her cheeky tone electing a giggle from her companion. “Or the master?"
“Oh,” Joshua says, leaning in close to Clive, mischief on his tongue. “The master, most definitely.”
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At the end of all things, Joshua finds Clive on the shore.
Now, there is no Duchy, no Undying. The Phoenix, all eikons and magic, snuffed out of the world. No longer are there gods and monsters—just his brother, his gift in his arms.
Joshua would stay with him, always. Together, never to be parted again—for that was always his chosen path.
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On Christmas morning, Joshua begs. He begs for sweets, for attention, for warmth, and most of all, he begs for Clive.
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“Would you have mine?” Clive blurts out the sudden thought.
“Have—you want me to take your earring?” Joshua looks up again from pages of thick vellum, surprise on his face.
“Yes.”
His face pinches, and his voice is soft. “But, it’s yours. It’s been with you all these years.”
“It would make me happy, to see you wearing it.” He smiles at that, and Clive knows he’ll say yes. -
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Snow decorates Rosalith castle on a winter morning—to Joshua’s delight, and Clive’s indifference. He’d much rather stay in bed.
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In the heat of summer, Clive and Joshua read in bed.
“Do you want to keep reading?”
“Yes,” Joshua tilted his head forward and Clive felt the tremble of him stretching his arms. He then pushed his book to the side of the bed.
“Just—let me get comfortable.”
Joshua lifted himself from where he was mostly seated on the bed, to into Clive’s lap proper. He maneuvered Clive’s legs around himself until he got the hint to cross them, allowing Joshua to no longer have to cross his own and to stretch his legs out. He pressed back against Clive until he was flush against his chest, his rear right on Clive’s crotch. Clive stilled for a moment, and cleared his throat. Joshua didn’t seem to realize something was amiss. -
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Clive could have sighed—really, this was his fault.
He had started too early, and spoiled Joshua too much. Spoiled rotten his brother was, content to lie back as pleasure was inevitably given to him, as was his right.Clive found he did not mind.
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After Origin, Joshua awakes to the worst dream, a dream of hellfire he’s dreamt for eighteen years.
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- Part 2 of purgatorio
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“I’ll need at least a week to prepare the remedy. The Curesebreakers can scout for the beasts that are needed for ingredients. In the meantime,” Tarja cocked her head at Clive. “You take care of him.” As if Joshua would do anything else.
“Take care of me?” Clive groused. He leaned his arms back on the sickbed where he sat, pushing his tail aside when he accidentally sat his hand on it. “I feel fine.”
“Clive,” Tarja laughed flatly. “You’ve got fuzzy ears coming out of your head.”
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Joshua doesn’t like to be in the crypts. They are so different from the rest of the castle, from his home. They are dark, musty and suffocating, and make him feel even smaller than he is. Clive likes them even less—he would not enter them, even if Joshua asked. There were not many things Clive denied Joshua, but this was one. Perhaps he was afraid. Joshua can’t afford himself fear—this was to be his home, after all.
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Restless after an aether flood, Joshua suggests a spar between himself and Clive to spend their excess energies. Though he makes Clive promise not to go easy on him, Joshua finds himself the one holding back.
Every time Clive called upon his blessing Joshua would feel the pull in his chest, of the piece of him Clive held, and the warm burn of his answering call. He brought a hand to his breast, and breathed in the chill of the Sanbrequois wilderness, trying to quiet the fluttering of his heart.
He knew not what to make of it. It left him restless, a feeling he should have long had under control. He buried the sensation down, willing the heat to abide. He wondered how much of the connection Clive felt. -
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After Origin, Clive brings Joshua home.
He shows Joshua the reverence he should have received in life, if Clive hadn’t been such a craven. He shows his worship, his faith, his love, as an atonement.
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- Part 1 of purgatorio
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The maid smiles to herself as she approaches her lord’s chambers, the door slightly ajar, ready to see the pair most likely holding each other in sleep. So inseparable, they are. She had never seen two brothers so close.
She is just about to gently rap her knuckles at the door for entry, quietly, lest she wake them if they were asleep, when a soft sound stops her. There is a sigh, or perhaps a groan was more apt, maybe in pain—or not. Gentle words are spoken, too quiet to hear. A slick, shifting sound. Concerned, she peeks through the door.