aftercare

[duke_of_illusions]

Barma wakes up an hour or so later, yawning.

Reaching to check on Al right away.

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[duke_of_illusions]

"Give up the ombudsmans job. It's better suited for someone aggressive and confrontational."

Kissing his forehead.

[al_truism]

"I can't lead."

His performance would say otherwise. But he's never been comfortable with it.

[duke_of_illusions]

"And yet, you have been."

Reasonable.

[al_truism]

"Only because they've needed me. We all would have fallen apart in the fires if I hadn't stepped in. Everyone was just -- suddenly there. Asking me for orders."

And he'd given them. And they had pulled through.

"My judgment has never been perfect, Ru, I-"

He looks down at his hands, shuts his eyes.

"There will come a time when things are going to go wrong. I'll make the wrong call. And someone is going to get killed, and it will be my fault."

[duke_of_illusions]

"Al, look at me."

Taking him gently by the jaw.

"I've had that happen."

He survived. He is who he is today.

[al_truism]

"I can't."

Soft, almost pleading. For once, he looks as young as he is.

[duke_of_illusions]

"It'll hurt, but you'll come out stronger."

[al_truism]

"... I can think of even less people suited for my elected position."

But he isn't arguing.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Strongarm Break into it. He owes you."

Tsking.

[al_truism]

"Nobody would accept him in that position. The population sees him as Lucifer's dog, at best."

Al is uncharacteristically blunt when he says it.

"And even I've questioned his judgment there."

[duke_of_illusions]

"Hm."

Not sure what to think of that.

[al_truism]

"... I would have. Before the mess over there. But I- won't say as much to him. It would break his heart."

[duke_of_illusions]

"What happened? Did he kill someone?"

Curious.

[al_truism]

"He nearly got himself killed trying to save Lucifer's life."

Softly.

"Lucifer is- he's terrible over there."

[duke_of_illusions]

"Good."

Stretching out.

[al_truism]

"Good?"

Carefully.

[duke_of_illusions]

"You know what I think of his judgement. I'm glad other people see it."

That's all.

[al_truism]

As sour as it feels, Barma is right.

Al goes quiet, shutting his eyes against the pain. He hates doubting anyone he loves.

[duke_of_illusions]

"You'll do well, no matter what."

He trusts that.

[al_truism]

Al winds his arms around him, pulls him down and close, and presses his face into his neck.

"I hope so."

[duke_of_illusions]

"I have faith in you."

Such utter faith.

[al_truism]

"I love you," he whispers, half-laughing against his skin.

"And it means everything that you believe in me this much."

[duke_of_illusions]

"I'm glad."

Smiling.

"Sometimes a little faith is all it takes."

[al_truism]

"Sometimes," he whispers back, and nibbles his neck, shifting under him.

"... tell me a fantasy. Or something you want to try."

[duke_of_illusions]

"I want to take you to more kink events, but with stricter standards of behaviour. A day for it."

Soft, stroking his cheek.

"Where you have to ask me permission to speak, where anyone who wishes to speak to you must ask me permission first. Where I sit and you rest your cheek on my knee and don't move."