[There's a pause for a long moment as Xander just stares. For all his training and practice at being good with words, this just... makes all of it fail.
Setting his wine down, he stands, crossing the room to where Niles is standing in that wonderful outfit. He had this feeling that he owed Laslow extra days off to woo the ladies (and possibly) men of the castle, but he'd take care of that later.]
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Date: 2019-08-20 04:37 am (UTC)Setting his wine down, he stands, crossing the room to where Niles is standing in that wonderful outfit. He had this feeling that he owed Laslow extra days off to woo the ladies (and possibly) men of the castle, but he'd take care of that later.]
Niles, it looks wonderful.
You. Look wonderful.
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Date: 2019-08-20 04:48 am (UTC)[It's so hard not to say 'Prince Xander' or 'King Xander'. He doesn't need to say those things.
This is just his husband Xander. The man who loves him. And even that makes him bright red.]
Shall I dance for you or are you too eager for it?