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[reclaim]

[ shiloh paints him in hues of gold, welcomes him into their homes, into their families — for every layer, his missions become rougher, more dangerous. david returns triumphant, if the word meant much in the scheme of things, and shiloh becomes more and more suffocating each time he steps into the city. it's large, sprawling, and yet david can't remember ever having so much trouble simply breathing at home.

( home will always be his family's farm, the fields he remembers playing in with his brothers, the garage he worked out of. it was a modest life, but it was his. he's not so selfish away from port prosperity, with little to no leaning towards personal needs in the face of his king.

in the face of jack. )

this time, like the rest, he returns a success, another notch to his pedestal to raise him up to impossible heights — he doesn't look the hero, though. he rarely if ever does when he first returns, dirt smudged and clothes a mess. david has designs on bathing as soon as possible, smoothing away the mission that mars his skin, but still walking away with the bitter taste in his mouth. for king and country — for the people of gilboa.

jack believes himself overshadowed, but david remembers watching him on television, eyes wide and naive with the promise of hope and faith. he remembers the awe, still feels a flare up of it now, despite the differences they've had. idolization, respect, the want to be close to a star without taking into consideration it's a cluster of fire — volatile, all consuming, dangerous. david sees him, knows him for his various layers, doesn't hold any of them against him, and can't imagine ever doing so. ( maybe david is, in the end, still that awed, wide-eyed boy watching through glass and wires. he doesn't know all of jack's layers, doesn't think he ever will. )

but he's still surprised to see jack lounging in his bathtub. his room is spartan at best; a bed, television, and piano with minimal furniture and even fewer personal artifacts. david can't imagine what jack would find here that he couldn't in one of the many rooms belonging to him, and then— ]

How is it the crowned prince needs to steal away to a farm boy's bath? [ if david is angry, it doesn't show. it's interesting, the way jack's mask slides neatly into place and they make quite the contrast — jack, polished and clean, and david, dirt streaked and a mess. he leans against the door jamb, a small smile curving his lips. ]

If you'd wanted my bath, you only had to ask. [ because david would have given it to him, no questions asked. both twins are endeared to him, but he met one of them first. it doesn't quite come from a place of sentimentality, more of a place that the bath was never his in the first place. ]