Very abbreviated concept, but please consider the classic “Charles gets dosed with a love potion” - but the person the potion latches onto isn’t Edwin, it’s an amateur potioneer with a crush on him and no respect for consent. And it works, fully, Charles is madly in love, sobbing and composing sonnets and proclaiming everlasting devotion and all the rest. He tries to stay with Edwin, but the draw gets too strong as the potion takes hold, and he runs off into the night to meet her.
And then, a few days later, Edwin gets to them, and tries to rescue Charles starting with taking down the potioneer, and the potioneer commands Charles to protect her from Edwin. And Charles freezes, and stares at them both. And then, face covered in tears, slurring apologies, he knocks the potioneer out from behind.
Edwin gives him the antidote, and his eyes slowly clear, coming into sharp focus on Edwin.
“Charles? Are you alright? How do you feel?”
Charles keeps staring, for a bit, eyes fully focused now but brow furrowed, and Edwin gets more concerned, if possible.
“I… I think I feel… I think. No. I don’t think, I’m quite sure. I love you, Edwin. Like, the way you love me. I’m in love with you.”
Edwin lets out a breath like he’s been hit. “Oh.”
He looks back at Charles, hands moving spasmodically through the air, reaching towards Charles and then back again. “I’m so sorry, Charles. I must have failed with the antidote, it must have altered the parameters of the potion instead of ending the effects, I - just give me an hour, I’ll find out went wrong and remedy it, I promise. Don’t worry, I’ll fix it, just - “
Charles surges forward and grabs Edwin’s erratic hands from the air. “No, that’s not what I’m saying! I’m saying - I’m saying that even when the potion was working, and I was madly in love with that bint, I still loved you more. I had to go with her, I couldn’t stop myself, but I still loved you more. And I always have, Edwin, the whole - the whole drunken giddiness or whatever that it did to me, the obsession, it’s nothing to what I’ve always felt for you, I love you so much - so much bigger - than that potion. I love you, Edwin.”
And Edwin looks at him, again, still, eyes wide, hands held clutched in Charles’s, and speaks again, and this time it sounds like a breath let out after having been held for decades. “Oh.”
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charles snapped back to reality when he saw crystal’s manicured fingers waving in front of his face. “charles? what are you…” she began, turning around to follow his line of sight which extended just past her ear.
“ah,” she said, quirking an eyebrow when her eyes fell on edwin, nose deep in notes for the case he was working on, his eyes flitting back and forth on the parchment with fervor.
“hm,” charles mumbled noncommittally, now leaning on his palm while he stared intently at the fluidity of the fingers that traced the lettering on the page.
“alright, spit it out,” crystal say, an amused roll of her eyes following the words.
“it’s just- it’s so fun to watch him when he gets like this. all caught up in his work. he’s so smart and good at everything. so… mm.”
“charles?”
“hm?” he asked, still not tearing his eyes away.
“have you ever heard of a competency kink?” she asked, trying to suppress a laugh.
“wh- a kink??? why are we talking about that???” he asked, his eyes finally ripped away from the other man, but not for long as he caught edwin rolling his sleeves up and brushing his hair out of his eyes.
crystal snapped in front of his face.
“pay attention, charles. a competency kink. it’s when you’re really attracted to when someone’s good at something.”
“yeah, sounds interesting,” he muttered, eyes fixed on where the end of edwin’s ballpoint pen was pinned between his teeth as he clearly analyzed something. he made a weak noise when he saw it.
“charles, for fuck’s sake, i think you have one,” she says, the laugh finally erupting at the absurdity of his steely focus.
“what? no. isn’t that like… normal? it’s nice when someone’s good at something,” charles defended, a bit flushed.
“yeah, well, no one looks at someone like that unless they want to bone them while they talk about quantum physics or some shit,” she said plainly, the amused grin still prevalent.
charles made a noise like he had just been punched in the chest at the idea.
“and now you’re thinking about it, aren’t you? god dude, just go get your man. we’re never gonna finish this conversation until you can say what you need to.”
“he’s not my man-“ charles tried weakly.
“don’t care, go,” she said, pushing him forward.
“EDWIN!! what are you working on mate?” he called, grinning as he looked over his shoulder and discretely took his bottom lip into his mouth.
“god, i’m so good at this.”
The Cat King is such a good “villain”. He isn’t traditionally evil, but to Edwin he is evil and predatory. We aren’t supposed to like him until the end. He is everything Edwin needs in a villain. The Cat King isn’t ashamed to be queer, different, sexual, everything that Edwin wishes he were not. He represents what his parents and society told him was evil. Being like the Cat King is what got Edwin murdered. Despite being so evil we grow to see him and Edwin kind of bond, especially after Edwin confesses. Accepting the Cat King as a tentative ally shows that Edwin has accepted his queerness as well. This show is chock full of metaphors for being queer and I love it.
Day 3: Eternity. I've never made a gif before, but I thought it would be perfect for these two. No matter what might separate them, in the end they will always find each other again. ❤️
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underrated form of humor: just making shit up in past tense
currently me studying a philosophy text for a graded homework.
the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating
monty actually is just a silly little guy. he got 5 days on earth and chose to spend them being gay, serving cunt, pining over a bitchy twink, and looking at the stars
There is nothing better in life than hearing your favourite song playing through the grocery store speakers.
That's what I'm doing. I choose to focus on Humanities so I study philosophy, literature (french and English), History, Spanish, Geography, Latin (you can do greek if you want as well) and Theatre (you can also study Cinema, Art History or Cartography).
In the end, if you pass the exams you can be paid to study. But that's only for the top students, who considered the nation intellectual elite.
But most people end up going to college.
Did you know that in France you can *willingly* choose to go back in High School after you have your high school diploma to study in the most demanding higher study programs for two (to three) years so you can sit for a competitive exam for the most prestigious french universities.