Words have been good to me lately, so here’s an unprompted prompt of 1k Trevelieu for LifeLover on AO3!
“Richelieu comes home with a headache/migraine and Jean just sits on the sofa and Armand either lays his head in Treville’s lap or sits on the floor with his head resting on Jean’s knee/thigh and arm around Jean’s leg. And Jean either rubs temples or soothingly strokes hair. And we get to have Armand in subspace.”
(Latin) “To breathe life into.”
Armand had been held up at every red light on the way home, and so by the time he thrust the front door open, he was furious.
Jean, of course, was already in a pair of soft trousers with a glass of red wine in one hand, his hand wordlessly extended towards him over the back of the sofa for him to hold. Jean’s favourite guilty pleasure, Homes Under the Hammer, was an explosion of pop music on their television.
He wasn’t in a good enough mood to be polite.
“It went terribly.”
Jean gave him an irritated look but it faded immediately when he saw him, and concern puckered the already heavy lines on his brow. “What do you need?”