@stolencrowned "everything we spoke of ? . . no . not quite . i remember getting hit for calling you pretty . "
his words come with a teasing cadence as he looked up to the prince beside him . the loook in his eye failing to hide his care for the man across from him .
" thank you . "
[ tw : fatal injury , battle angst .
short starter version . ]
he would have practically blended in with the red mess and other elven bodies if it weren't for the soft , weak gasps and whimpers .
a hand over an arrow that pierced his lower torso all the way +
@stolencrowned his eyes looked over the other male's face with a look that almost mirrored confusion as fingers of his free hand toy gently with the edge of his blanket , starting to push it off .
" youre still here . "
his tone was indication of a statement , but the +
" i have grown to greatly care for you and this is a way to uh . show it . like courting without the pressure of trying to get you to a date . "
he was stammering over his words trying to explain . he does have feelings for the other , but he also doesn't want +
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“ affection ? what do you mean ? “
he’d take a step back , flowers clutched in his hand as the aroma of the florals before him surround him . his head would cock to the side curiously in an attempt to try and decipher ⁺
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