Walking down the corridor in heavy footsteps, Chester couldn't wipe the frown on his face. If he looked at the mirror tonight and found creases between the area of his brows, he wouldn't be surprised. The whole situation was annoying him enough that he felt like aging a hundredfold. If the elf could age like any mortal, his smooth skin would turn wrinkles, and the hair would go grey down to the last strands already.
1) Oswin, his eldest brother and the King of Aldous, went missing for two months without a single trace of whether he was alive or dead.
2) The stubborn, good-for-nothing Baltras King named Judas kept annoying him with marriage proposals that were rejected no less than ten times. If he were to build a paper castle that reached his knees, he could use all those letters.
3) There had been a r
"Oswin, are you okay? Are you hurt?" Sean shot to his feet and hurried to where Oswin was.He had not a single clue that the elf king was at the nearby table. Not until the sound of the breaking glass echoed, exposing his whereabouts. When he arrived, the first thing that he did was bending down and rolling Oswin's black pants up to see if there was any injury, given how he stood not that far from the glass shards. Concern outweighed anger at this moment, making him forget they were not on the full speaking terms."I'm fine," Oswin said with his face indifferent.He looked up to find Oswin's eyes were still glaring at Brad like he was trying to shoot a laser. Judging from that, he knew Oswin was eavesdropping on their conversation. He turned to look at Brad only to see the targeted person also showed n
After the confession, Sean received Brad's visit to the restaurant even more often than usual. Sometimes, he would drop by twice a day. On weekends, he would spend the entire day sitting at the corner table, doing nothing but staring at him. To keep his place in such a busy restaurant, Brad would order a new dish every one or two hours so he wouldn't feel like he was taking place for free. Every time that he came, he would request his time for small talk. Even when he stopped taking this request, Brad still patiently waited until he was off work so he could have a chance.At first, he politely rejected the confession and thanked the man for having feelings for him. However, persistence started to make his heart soften. At least Brad made efforts to come here and see me every day. Unlike someone else who had always been near yet taking m
Garry sighed countless times today when Rosalina refused to back down and followed him to the training field on two separate horses. When they arrived, he mourned off the horse and was about to head inside when a small arm snaked under the crook of his arms, sticking like glue. He tried shaking her hand off gently, but the princess showed no sign of budging, leaving him with no choice but inwardly groaned all the way. Even when they were inside the training field, she refused to let go, earning dozens of flabbergasted looks from the fellow soldiers. The heat crawled up his face when all eyes were on him, making him assume he was turning red again. However, he was unsure of the causation, whether it was because of embarrassment or aggravation."Princess Rosalina, could you please let go of my arm?" he asked with a frown on his face."Hmm? Why shoul
Oswin walked back inside the house with his mind a mess. He blamed himself for not going after Sean sooner and held him back. But what if I did? Would I be able to open my mouth and stop him from going? He half blamed and half questioned himself."No, you did the right thing, Oswin. It's better this way," he murmured, heading to the bathroom lifelessly. Coming out, freshly showered, but with his mind still a complete mess, he trudged to the bedroom to get a change of clothes so he could get ready for work. "Yes, it's better this way. Besides, you don't even know where he goes. Even if you want to go and bring him back, you don't know where to find him, anyway."Completely dressed for work, he was about to walk out of the room when the sound of something stopped
"Brad, what's happening? Are you feeling better?" Sean asked worriedly, seeing how the latter kept leaning on his shoulder."I am okay. I was a bit dizzy since a tall kid kept bumping my car nonstop. And gosh, my neck hurts." Brad exaggeratingly groaned in pain as he made a face and touched his nape.He helped Brad to sit properly on the bench before standing up. "Stay here. I'm going to find some ice to put on your neck.""Oh, there is no need." Brad reached out his hand to catch his wrist immediately, stopping him from leaving."But—""It's okay." Brad slithered his hand down to his, interlacing their fingers before pulling him down to sit next to him. "The pain is getting better now. There is no need to
It took everything in Oswin not to jump on Brad and ripped his head off. If and only if he were in Aldous, accoutred with swords and magical power, this rich man would find himself carried inside a corpse bag. Too bad there was a corpse bag in Aldous. He would have been wheeled to the graveyard or thrown into the forest to feed hungry wild animals.You should be glad I am in the human realm right now, Brad. He thought to himself, eyeing the mentioned name up and down, unblinking.When Sean's eyes centered on Oswin, his entire body went jittery. He knew he shouldn't, but his head wouldn't stop feeding him guilt.Is it wrong for me to kiss my date? Did the kiss count as cheating? Sean asked himself.
A/N: There is NO rape written here in this chapter.*******"Oh, really? Then let me show you." Oswin leaned down, trapping Sean against the couch. "You can decide again whether he really is a better kisser than me.""What are you—hmm," Before he could finish his question, Oswin grabbed his shoulders and leaned down to cover his lips with force, tumbling both their bodies down onto the couch. He hit Oswin's chest with all his might and tried to break the kiss by turning his head to the side, only to get turned back roughly as the strong fingers fixed firmly under his jawlines. He tried closing his lips, wanting to shut out Oswin's kiss and escaping from this wet touch. However, the firm fingers moved up and squashed his cheeks, making his lips automatically open.
The ray of morning light shone through the glass window that had its curtain slightly open. Sean wanted to use his hand to shield the sunlight from shining on his eyes, only to find himself trapped in a firm embrace. The only thing he could move was his head, to which he turned around and was greeted with a breathtaking sight.Oswin's pulchritudinous face was right next to his, so close that their lips almost touched. The sight of the swollen lips made him recall back what happened last night, making heat crawl up to his face. He would be lying if he said he did not enjoy their hot make-out sessions, both on the couch and in the bathroom.After all, who wouldn't melt by the kiss from the very person who took his heart away?Without warning, Oswin's eyes shot open, staring right into his, making the latter widen his
P.S: Because this is the last chapter, the length is longer than usual.*******"Hey, do you know what happened to the interrogation room's door?" asked a man in a police officer's uniform as he was relieving himself on the wall-mounted urinal."I don't know. The cameras were working normally, but it was turned off at that moment. We couldn't figure out what had happened," answered another police officer.Just then, there was a thud, followed by a bang, and finished by an ouch echoing from one cubicle behind them. The two police officers looked at each other with frowns before zipping up their pants and withdrawing the guns. They nodded and padded toward the noisy booth in alarming modes.
The sun was blazing hot on the outside, dehydrating people that walked on the street, making them imagine seeing steams coming off the cobblestone pavement. Nevertheless, the hotness and steam were literally happening inside a small apartment, for Sean felt like he really saw smoke rising from Oswin's head as he glared at the person in front of him with eyes as sharp as a blade. "You're saying you don't have anything to say?" asked Oswin. Each word was enunciated clearly as if he couldn't believe what he had heard. "Of course. What else do I have to say?" Benji answered fearlessly with a mocking face. It was hard to blame Benji for his sheer dumb courage because he hadn't witnessed the power of the elf king yet. When he was taken out of the hospital, he was unconscious.
"What do you mean?" Anderson widening his eyes in shock. "He said he could. He promised to take my family to Aldous and made us immortal. He already took my sister there." "Sister?" Oswin asked with a frown. The image of the mortal woman he had accidentally killed flashed before his eyes. It couldn't be just a mere coincidence that Anderson and that woman were somewhat familiar. Radiating a golden light from his right hand, Oswin used it to draw a rectangular box in the air, which subsequently projected a picture of someone inside. "Is she the one?" "Yes. That's Elena. King Father already took her to his kingdom and made her immortal. She is now living in luxury with her immortality, isn't she?" asked Anderson with a glint of hope and excitement in his eyes. Sean and
"Now, speak," said Oswin in a threatening voice. His face showed not a single trace of mercy as he glared at the two men kneeling before him. Things weren't sure whether the elf king was too intimidating or the witnesses felt threatened. There were no words spoken in the whole two minutes. And it irritated to the point that his body began glowing off a golden light, causing the kneeling humans before him to tremble in fear. "Why don't you speak? Are you deaf? I order you to speak!" He raised his voice and sat bolt upright on the couch, eyes shooting a deadly glare. "Oswin..." Sean drawled as he came to join his lover on the left side, brushing their shoulders together. "They aren't deaf. They are mute." "Huh?" He turned to look at Sean perplexedly. "Mute? But they ta
The pitch-black darkness behind Sean's eyelids turned grey as the sunlight's reflection through the open glass window shone into the room. He stirred and groaned in his sleep before rolling to the side, throwing his hand over his loved one's broad chest. As the fleshes came into contact, he breathed in the scent he loved so well and chuckled. "Having a beautiful dream?" asked Oswin, craning his neck down to look at the one hugging him. Breathing his favorite scent in heavily that sounded like a sniff, Sean replied, "Yeah. A heavenly dream plus a beautiful reality. Your presence and scent give me a sense of security." "Am I?" "Yes, you are, great-great-whatever-more-great grandfather," giggling Sean, burying his face into the crook of Oswin's neck.
Yesternight past midnight: downtown Oakland's mortuary: "So, that bright light brought me to Earth?" Oswin asked after he finished recalling what happened on his last day at Aldous. Genevie nodded. "Yes. The trial began that day." "That explains how l lose my power. But why did this memory get erased?" "I am not sure, Oswin. Maybe this trial wants you to learn about humanity through love and not fear. If you remember this accident, even though you won't hurt a mortal, it was only because of the elf's weakness. In short, it was more like an obligation. But if you don't remember, every action that you forgive a mortal will be purely based on your heart. I think this must be it." "This could
Aldous: The Day of The Accident It was one foggiest day Aldous had ever seen. Armed with a sword, a bow, and arrows, Oswin rode on the back of his pitched-black horse and ventured alone into the forest, searching for a rare white deer that only showed itself once a millennium. The creature showed itself at the wrong time, arousing curiosity within him. Known for its lightning-fast speed, it took only a few gallops before the elf king and his horse passed all the guards behind. When they reached the forest, the white deer was out of sight, leaving behind only the paw prints. "Where did it go?" He murmured, looking around for the white thing that should be easily spotted from the darkness. Unfortunately, he couldn't.
Yesternight past midnight: downtown Oakland's mortuary: The corpse of the elf king was left inside the morgue's drawer, unattended and naked. As the hour of death was less than twenty-four hours, no one cared to embalm the body, for they believed the freezer alone should be enough to slow down the decaying until the working time tomorrow. The mortuary was old and small except for the dim bulb on the outside hall. The room and the entire building overlapped with the night's darkness that even the security had to use a flashlight to see his way better. "The lighting needed fixing. This building, too. Who knows when this morgue is going to crumble down? It seems older than my ancestor." The security guard murmured as he patrolled the silent hall.
*WARNING*: This chapter contains 18+ scene. ******* "Oswin, don't! NO!!!" Sean screamed at the top of his lungs. His body jolted, making him sit bolt upright on the bed. His eyes were wide open. Beats of sweat condensed on his forehead and occasionally rolled down his cheek, running along his jawline before dropping to the blanket that fell to the lower half of his body. "Sean." Oswin walked out of the living room. He made his way to the bed and sat down next to his lover. His brows furrowed with worry." Wake up. You're having a nightmare." "Oswin?" asked Sean when he opened his eyes. "Are you really Oswin?" With a smile and a gentle gaze, Oswin lifted his hand and used his long-sleeved shirt to dab the sweat away from Sean's fa