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laments shaped like persimmons by anumone_7 for IBANNY
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
20 Feb 2026
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“I’m merely ensuring that you’re paying attention,” Ivan says, brushing away an eyelash from underneath his own eyelid. “Many great rulers lose their minds out of boredom, you know. It is a general’s duty to make sure that his king stays on his toes.”
“Is that why you marked down the rice by at least three percent?” Till asks, pinching Ivan’s calf. “I don’t think you need to worry so much about my mind. It sure can’t find a moment’s rest when you’re around.”
Ivan snorts, mouth crumpling. Till thinks of persimmons left to dry out under the sun, pruned with time. Such is the state of Ivan’s smile. “You flatter me, Your Highness. Indeed, it was merely from a place of duty.” A tinge of pink floods his cheeks. “However will you punish me for this overstep? Will it be the ropes or the chains? Or will it be straight to the dungeons this time?”
(Or: King Till looks after his slightly annoying, slightly endearing general.)