[Austria is in a quiet room by himself, idly plucking at the strings on a lute- Spain's?- as he waits. He's been there for some time, with a servant occasionally checking on him and bringing him things, and frankly he's bored out of his mind. Even so, he's loath to leave the room, because he's not at all sure of his way around and has no desire to explore alone. For months he hasn't set foot in Spain's dominion, attending to affairs in his own house; it's only now that his partner is expected home that he's come to visit, unwilling to wait for Spain to come to him
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[The visit does surprise Spain. It's not always that Austria actually comes down to meet him. Usually, he's the one who goes and pays visits, complete with gifts, of course. For now, he bares no gifts in his hands, though those can come later once he's settled himself. He's definitely not above spoiling his partner. It's actually something he enjoys and he always makes sure to make time and pick his gifts himself with utmost care
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[If there's one thing Austria won't complain about- and it really is one thing, because God knows he loves to complain- it's Spain's generosity. He finds himself in a perpetual snare between his love of decadence and his own miserliness, so it comes in handy.
Skilled hands they are indeed but they're hardly trying just now, doing no more with the instrument than a common street performer might; like a fitful child unable to attend his lessons, Austria has little capacity to concentrate now. He also has little capacity to notice anything around him, apparently. His ears are sharp, inhumanly so, but his awareness is unfortunately not.
So it's a surprise, then, one that makes him wrench a strangled note from the lute as he jumps in shock. He stops and stares for a moment, before getting his bearings.]
I have. [Spain responds easily, smiling in fond amusement at the surprise. With that, he enters the room, gaze on Austria alone, busy with taking in all that he can see of him. It has been a long couple of months and of course he's missed his partner. He and Austria may have their differences, but they've grown close enough to be attached. Austria isn't one to reach out physically, but Spain always has been and so it's with care and gentleness that he reaches out to take the other's hands first when he's near enough. He longs to take the Austrian into his arms, but he's learned that doing so so suddenly and fervently isn't the best way to go about such things.]
I've missed you. [A gentle squeeze before he lifts those paler, smoother hands to his lips to kiss over them affectionately, smiling emerald green eyes still locked to the other's.] I apologize for taking too long.
[Conversely, Austria is quite sated now, swirling his wine in its cup and just watching Spain satisfy his hunger.]
They are. The cognates between them and the shared roots are fascinating should one care to study them...but, ah, I expect you prefer to learn it more practically. ...You do please me. Even in your own tongue...
[He may be arrogant about German, but he does enjoy Spain's lilting, sensuous language; his own dialect is melodic and refined, but much harsher in comparison, and more formal.]
[Austria's words make him brighten with a smile. One of the things that pleases Spain is when he does things to please others, especially others who are quite special to him. There's even renewed cheerfulness in the way he eats his food now.]
[Before he can stop himself, he breaks into an answering smile; Spain's mood is infectious. His smiling muscles are not so well developed, however, so it's small and quickly gone, but it's genuine.]
[Spain catches it anyway. It's not always that Austria smiles and they are actually something Spain is quick to pick up due to their rarity. He tucks each one away in his memories carefully, like the most precious of jewels.]
[He nods after taking a last sip of wine.] Yes, thank you. And you?
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Skilled hands they are indeed but they're hardly trying just now, doing no more with the instrument than a common street performer might; like a fitful child unable to attend his lessons, Austria has little capacity to concentrate now. He also has little capacity to notice anything around him, apparently. His ears are sharp, inhumanly so, but his awareness is unfortunately not.
So it's a surprise, then, one that makes him wrench a strangled note from the lute as he jumps in shock. He stops and stares for a moment, before getting his bearings.]
Spanien! ...Wh- you've arrived, then.
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I've missed you. [A gentle squeeze before he lifts those paler, smoother hands to his lips to kiss over them affectionately, smiling emerald green eyes still locked to the other's.] I apologize for taking too long.
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They are. The cognates between them and the shared roots are fascinating should one care to study them...but, ah, I expect you prefer to learn it more practically. ...You do please me. Even in your own tongue...
[He may be arrogant about German, but he does enjoy Spain's lilting, sensuous language; his own dialect is melodic and refined, but much harsher in comparison, and more formal.]
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I'm glad.
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Are you beginning to feel more...energised?
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[He nods after taking a last sip of wine.] Yes, thank you. And you?
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