[ graves has to work late this evening -- it's an unfortunate consequence of dealing with his counterparts in other intelligence agencies, and he's almost forgotten that he's slated for an appearance at credence's event. he'd bowed out of it twice before, and he can't do it a third time, not if he doesn't want a fight on his hands when he gets home.
credence, it seems, has become more and more assertive in the past couple of months, and while graves appreciates that he can more or less go toe to toe with him where their relationship is concerned, it means that graves has to consciously, actually make compromises like any other couple.
strange, this whole couple thing. this time three years ago, he didn't even have to worry about a thing like this; look where he is now.
so he makes time, and he turns up fashionably, fashionably late, which is a thing they do, right? graves very much prefers to be punctual, but sometimes, he learns, there are just some things that you're better off turning up late to. and evidently, one of them is right here, right in front of him. graves can recognise the tell-tale luster of dark, curled hair anywhere, the glimpse of that pale, beautiful face pressed against some taller, broader blond man who seems to be enjoying him.
he stops short, surprise turning steadily to hot, molten anger. graves is not a jealous man, not really -- and while he does have his possessive moments he's too self-assured to be insecure, and thus usually trusts that credence has has stayed faithful.
at least, up until now, when the truth if it (and how ugly it is, this truth) is laid out shamelessly before his eyes. his credence, kissing some other man like his life depends on it, right here, paces where graves had just parked his car.
he makes sure he's heard, when he comes up to them; his rage making his jaw set, his shoulders taut and tense. ] Hey.
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credence, it seems, has become more and more assertive in the past couple of months, and while graves appreciates that he can more or less go toe to toe with him where their relationship is concerned, it means that graves has to consciously, actually make compromises like any other couple.
strange, this whole couple thing. this time three years ago, he didn't even have to worry about a thing like this; look where he is now.
so he makes time, and he turns up fashionably, fashionably late, which is a thing they do, right? graves very much prefers to be punctual, but sometimes, he learns, there are just some things that you're better off turning up late to. and evidently, one of them is right here, right in front of him. graves can recognise the tell-tale luster of dark, curled hair anywhere, the glimpse of that pale, beautiful face pressed against some taller, broader blond man who seems to be enjoying him.
he stops short, surprise turning steadily to hot, molten anger. graves is not a jealous man, not really -- and while he does have his possessive moments he's too self-assured to be insecure, and thus usually trusts that credence has has stayed faithful.
at least, up until now, when the truth if it (and how ugly it is, this truth) is laid out shamelessly before his eyes. his credence, kissing some other man like his life depends on it, right here, paces where graves had just parked his car.
he makes sure he's heard, when he comes up to them; his rage making his jaw set, his shoulders taut and tense. ] Hey.