Alcuin

[whispersoflove]

Anael had been keeping an eye out for Alcuin without noticing him - until, of course, he spotted him with Hannibal, his attention drawn by the love radiating from the alcove. They were locked in a lover's embrace, for all that only one of them felt the warm sort of love Anael knew to recognise. There had been a flicker of something else for a second, coming from Hannibal, but it was gone as soon as it had sparked. It both warmed his heart and seeped cold into his bones, and he turned away to get another glass of wine from a passing waiter.

He had found Julie again in the crowd, and she was just telling him about this other party she was off to, and that he absolutely ought to come to. It was then that he spotted a flash of white in the crowd, making his way towards the exit, and he leaned in to kiss Julie's cheek, and gave her his warmest apologies, but there was a friend here that he had yet to catch, and she should make the most of her night. He would catch up with her if he could, but otherwise, she truly ought to seize the day.

Not that she needed him to tell her that.

He caught up with Alcuin, dressed in a white suit as Hannibal had described, the better to make him look... well, angelic, Anael supposed humans would call him. "Alcuin," he greeted him warmly, assuming that the mask on his features would not stop the young man from recognising him, as it had not stopped Hannibal. "Tell me you aren't on your way out already. I've been looking for you."

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[whispersoflove]

"Unconventional, but not unnatural," Anael replied with a nod, turning to yet another random page. "Love takes many forms." He grew quiet as he murmured the next poem, then looked up at Alcuin, eyes warm. "He was quite talented, your Anafiel."

[alcuin]

"Oh yes," said Alcuin, smiling warmly at him. "I... I miss him very much."

[whispersoflove]

"Every love worth feeling is worth hurting over," Anael stated quietly, feeling for Alcuin. He was cut off from the One he loved above all else, and could well sympathise.

[alcuin]

"I suppose that's true," Alcuin said, and laid a hand gently on Anael's arm. "Thank you. For... I don't know, for caring. For saying the right things."

[whispersoflove]

"I am glad, if I am," Anael answered honestly, with a small smile at the touch.

[alcuin]

"It's good to have someone to talk to," Alcuin admitted, and moved closer to Hani on the couch.. "I haven't really told much of anyone about my relationship with Hannibal."

[whispersoflove]

"Because you've had to keep it a secret," Anael guessed, and remembered Hannibal's and Alcuin's words. Having friends his own age. Did Alcuin have very many friends at all? It made Anael's heart ache to think that he might not. "You can tell me anything, Alcuin."

[alcuin]

Alcuin hesitated, and while he did, took a generous swallow of the wine. "You... can keep a secret? It's really important that if I tell you this you don't breathe a word of it."

[whispersoflove]

Anael was clearly surprised by Alcuin's words. "Yes, of course," he agreed, hesitant not as to his vow but as to what Alcuin might want to confide in him.

[alcuin]

The truth was, in order to understand Alcuin's conflicted feelings about Anafiel, it was necessary to know all of it.

Alcuin had decided that he trusted Hani. If he was wrong to do so, then he supposed he would find out.

"I wasn't a prostitute just because... I mean, there was a reason. Anafiel wasn't a pimp, he was a spymaster." Alcuin ran a thumb idly across the rim of the wine glass, not looking at Hani. "It's why I'm so good with languages, so good at observing. My clients, they were all chosen because they had information. Anafiel dealt in information and influence and leverage, and I helped get it for him."

[whispersoflove]

This was a world Anael knew nothing about. For all that he disguised his nature to most humans he met, he never disguised the truth of his heart, and he frowned as Alcuin explained, trying to wrap his mind around it. He had not realised that Anafiel had been responsible for Alcuin prostituting himself, either.

He had nothing against prostitutes, as long as they willingly chose their trade, and they were safe.

"Did you want to do this?" he asked quietly, suddenly unsure.

[alcuin]

"I did it because I loved him," Alcuin said. "I would have done anything for him. But he didn't ask it of me. I just - I wanted to help, to do something for him, to prove my worth. He'd never have let me if he knew how I really felt about it, and he only found out when it was too late - when someone hurt me. And that was the end of it."

[whispersoflove]

"Oh, Alcuin," Anael let out, heart aching for the young man. He instinctively reached out to lay a hand on his shoulder, gentle comfort, and support.

[alcuin]

Sensing that Hani wouldn't mind, Alcuin took the opportunity to curl up against him a little.

"It's okay," he said softly. "I'm okay."

[whispersoflove]

"You are," Anael confirmed, shifting his arm out of the way to wrap it around Alcuin's shoulders and make him more comfortable. He did not mind, on the contrary. "I can see, now, what you meant - about growing up too fast."

[alcuin]

"I came to live with Anafiel when I was twelve," Alcuin said softly, relaxing against him. "After my mother died. She was a prostitute, I grew up in a brothel. I've never really had anything... conventional. Until now. I'm finally out of the news, and I'm going to school, and..." Here is when he laughed, a little, a note of bitterness to it. "And I go and fall in love with another man twice my age."

[whispersoflove]

Anael did not like to hear that bitterness in his laugh, no matter how discreet it might be. "There's nothing wrong with that," he stated softly, and closed the book on his lap to set it on the couch's arm, so he wouldn't have to move to put it away. Once free, his hand found one of Alcuin's, to tangle their fingers loosely together. There was, perhaps, something wrong with Hannibal, but there was certainly nothing wrong with Alcuin's love for him. "You're free to choose everything about your life, now. But love... Love rarely leaves anyone a choice."

[alcuin]

Alcuin squeezed Hani's hand as he cuddled up against him. "I suppose you're right. And I don't regret it, not at all. I was such a mess after... I was in pieces. He helped put me back together. He's been the best thing in my life."

[whispersoflove]

Anael stroked the back of Alcuin's hand softly, rhythmically with his thumb. "I'm glad you found him." That, too, was true, regardless of Anael's suspicions.

[alcuin]

"You know so much about me and I know very little about you," Alcuin murmured. "What about you? Are you in love?"

[whispersoflove]

"Hmm." Thoughtful, and unhurried. "No, I'm not." His Love for God could not be summed up in such words; it was so much more than that, the sum of all the love he had ever felt in the world. "For all of my talk of love - I've never actually been in love."

[alcuin]

"Really?" Then Alcuin smiled at him, and tilted his head up to brush his lips to his cheek again. "Well, you're young yet."

[whispersoflove]

Anael chuckled at that, curling his arm and hand to stroke his fingers through the end of Alcuin's soft hair. "Yes. There is still time for me." But he did not think that it would happen, not anymore. And he did not miss it; he had all the Love anyone might wish for, and more.

[alcuin]

"I think you will," Alcuin said. "It would be so easy to love you. You're... I don't know, there's just something so warm about you. Like you're wrapped in sunshine."

[whispersoflove]

Anael smiled, genuinely, and squeezed Alcuin's hand. "Thank you, Alcuin." Then again, people had been in love with him. But while he had loved them back, each and every one of them, he had never been in love with them too. But there was no need to burden Alcuin with this, especially since Anael would not be able to explain it all. "That sounds like a bit of poetry."