Posts by Luciole_Ephemere

^{After a long battle, Aidoneus was exhausted. Not to mention the fact that a werewolf had managed to graze his cheek with it’s claws. He didn’t particularly mind that his face had been cut, it was the stinging pain that was starting to get to him. It was like getting a big paper-cut on your face in five places. It was annoying if you asked him. He would have to get it treated knowing that some werewolves played dirty by soaking their claws in poison. The cuts weren’t deep at all, but it was always better safe than sorry. He couldn’t let his kingdom down by being killed off from a small poisoned cut. No, too many people were relying on him. He couldn’t just go off and die, not yet. Sure, being royal was a huge pain in the ass, but it also came with plenty of perks. At least he could live a semi comfortable life.}

^{He made his way into the large tent that’s purpose was to shelter the soldiers and generals. He never understood why they thought it was a good idea to all huddle up in a flimsy tent that could be blown over by the wind. How could they be so sure they would be safe there if the Gusta warriors decided to attack it? Oh right, they would throw the newbies and injured soldiers in their way so they could get away. He never was fond of the generals, but he had to admit that most of them worked hard. Whether or not they fought was their choice. He himself didn’t understand why he was sent out to fight and not them, but not everyone could be winners.}

^{Aidoneus wasn’t too fond of the attention he was getting from people. He cursed having to wear his armor since it gave away that he was a prince. Though a particular elf caught his eye. He was there, sitting on the bench that held arrows. The human prince could have sworn he was familiar, but couldn’t quite place his finger on why he was familiar. Maybe it was because he was royalty, but still he felt like there was more to it. He had to force himself to push those thoughts out of his head and walk over to the generals. He needed to know what was going on and whether he should be weary. The generals seemed to Ben bickering yet again. Typical. None of them could stand each other, and it seemed like they did more arguing than strategizing. It pissed him off. He leaned against a pole while he frowned at them. “Wow, I, Prince Aidoneus is in their presence yet they’re too busy arguing to notice me,” he grumbled. He hadn’t expected anyone to hear his remark, yet the Elf prince spoke up.}

^{Aidoneus turned around to face the short male. Now that he had a closer look at him, he resembled his childhood friend. Maybe this Elf was him. God he hoped it was. He felt the stinging pain return to his face, and immediately cursed out loud. He held his hand over the cuts then looked into the Prince’s eyes. “My name? Prince Aidoneus Delphine. I kind of have to clean these cuts on my face now before I die from poisoning, please excuse me,” he informed him. The taller male made his way over to a first aid station, though all the supply labels were in Elvish. To Ben clue, he had never learned much Elvish. His childhood friend had started to teach him, but they got separated and it was such a long time ago he couldn’t remember anything. He groaned the night looked over at the short Elf. “Umm, could you help me out a bit? I don’t exactly know Elvish..” he nervously asked.}

^{The human prince took the first aid kit then started to search it. All he needed was something to clean it and he would be fine. Patching it up wasn’t necessary since the cuts were no where near deep. He found some alcohol and a cloth, that would work just fine. He poured some of the drink into the cloth then pressed it against his cuts. It stung like hell, but at least he knew it was working. Soon the stinging faded away Andy he wasn’t left with just the feeling of the cold, damp cloth against his skin. He looked up at the male who helped him just in time to see his ears turn red and for him to speak. His voice sounded so familiar yet foreign. There was no mistaking, however, that the only person who’s ears turned red like that was Dior.}

^{He was ecstatic, overjoyed, no, more than that. It had been ten, painstakingly long years since they had seen each other. When they were together they were joined at the hip. They never left each other’s side. Hell, they would even sleep next to each other because they refused to be apart. Sadly, they were torn away from each other years and years ago for training. They were both Princes and soldiers, and had to grow up eventually, but for now he could enjoy their small time together.}

^{He wanted to say something to the Elf: how he remembered him, how he missed him, how happy he was to see him. Nothing ever came out of his mouth. He was still completely in shock, especially after hearing his nickname. He bit his lip as he watched his friend leave the tent. There was no way he was just going to let him go so easily. He quickly threw a bandaid over his cuts then grabbed his sword. He would have to be quick if he wanted to catch up to him.}

^{He ran blindly through the thick forest, hoping he would eventually find Dior. He wanted to find him, needed to find him, he needed to see him again. It was funny how he was completely independent for ten years, yet as soon as Dior showed up he felt like he needed to be with him always. He finally found the other looming over a dead werewolf, though he appeared to be limping. Aidoneus quickly rushed over to him, dropped his sword, and pulled him in a tight hug. “Didi, I missed you so much. Oh my god I thought I was never going to see you again, but you’re here! You’re really here! And all grown up too! Ugh god I missed you!” He ranted, holding him tighter. Didi was Aidoneus’ nickname for Dior. A nickname that only he called him. It was a special nickname. He was just too happy to be able to have him close, though he was sure it wouldn't last long at all. After this they would probably go back to never seeing each other. It was sad, but for now he was just happy for the chance to see him.}

^{Hearing Dior’s voice was so immensely calming and heavenly. Sure, it had changed a lot but it was still his voice, automatically making Aidoneus relax at the sound of it. He noticed the hint of sadness in the other’s voice, and frowned a bit. He hated how they had to be apart for so long, he hated everything about being away from him. They were best friends since birth basically, neither had planned on willingly leaving each other. Knowing that Dior missed him too, Aidoneus felt a spark of joy in his heart. Maybe they could go back to how they were before everything changed.}

^{When his best friend started sobbing, it broke him. He felt so pained and conflicted hearing him cry. He didn’t know what to do, so he just rubbed the other’s back lovingly. He felt the warmth’s of the other’s head buried in his neck. It was comforting to him, and he was sure it was comforting to Dior as well. It sent shivers down his spine when the other started to rub his nose against his neck. It had been such a long time since they’d had been like this he wasn’t entirely used to it anymore. Per the male’s request, he gently picked him up bridal style. “I can do anything for you Didi,” he said, winking.}

^{Ah how he missed flirting with his friend. Of course all of the flirting he threw at Dior were mostly meaningless and only for the purpose of teasing him. He cautiously carried him back to the tent where he laid him down on a bed. He placed a hand against Dior’s cheek, smiling. “How can I help patch you up Didi? Tell me what to do,” Aidoneus inquired. He would be damned ideal he let him suffer in pain for much longer. He kissed the boy’s forehead quickly before looking at his gorgeous eyes. “Maybe after this we can eat together. I don’t want to have to part to soon after reuniting with you.”}

^{((Okay honestly I forgot where I was trying to go last night so I’m just gonna sprinkle on some anxiety and bipolar tendencies on him because why not? Also, I really need to stop coming up with random ideas at 3 in the morning when I know I’m not gonna remember anything after I wake up)}

^{Milo was filled with a wave of relief when the two had stepped outside, though the same tight feeling in his chest returned to him after the other leg go of him. He started to get pulled back into his thoughts. Since when has he been eco,me,e o day dependent on Luca? Since when could he not calm his anxiety anymore? Had it gotten bad enough to the point he needed someone to help him? Most likely. He didn’t want to have to bother his friend with his own messed up head though. Besides, he wouldn’t want to have to deal with him all the time, especially not with his anxiety, not with his bipolar tendencies, not with everything about him. Was that just his anxiety and self-critical thinking talking? Yes, but he believed it anyway. Although, Milo could barely handle being around himself so why would some Fire Nation Prince want to be around him still? He knew he had to pull himself away from such thoughts, but he couldn’t quite help it. It was Luca’s voice that brought him back. He wanted to reach out to him or hold him, but he had crossed his arms. That, to Milo, was a way of telling him he didn't want to be touched by him. He took in a shaky breath then looked down at the ground.}

^{Words. He couldn’t find the right way to phrase what he wanted to say. It’s not like he could just casually drop the bomb about his mental issues. He needed a way to tell him that wouldn’t be too harsh or anything else. Milo feared that I felt he didn’t word it just right then Luca would leave him right there on the spot. God he hated how dependent he was on him. He wanted desperately to be confident about himself, confident about life, not Ben so damn worried about everything. While deep in his thoughts, he broke out into tears. He would have been balling if he wasn’t so focused on his thoughts. Eventually he broke free and looked Luca in the eyes through his blurry vision. “I’m sorry I should have told you the first time we met. I’m not stable, Luca. I probably never will be. I have anxiety about almost every single thing, and I’m also a mild bipolar. I’m just so high maintenance and you’ve put up with all my shit. Even this morning when I broke the mirror you put up with me. I’m so sorry for not telling you earlier, I just didn’t want to have to lose you because I’m sure you won’t want to have to go through the torture of being around me. I.. I just...” he paused to take a breath. He hadn’t been talking so fast and his throat stung from trying not to sob loudly.}

^{Milo bit down on his lip hard, making it bleed though he hadn’t noticed. He’s going to hate you anyways, just finish explaining it you crybaby, he told himself. He looked back down towards the ground then latched one hand onto his arm tightly. “I just... I guess I thought if I didn’t show you how crazy I was then I could keep you around. Then everything happened with my mom and the twins, and I just couldn’t keep my crazy side down. I just wanted to pretend that I was something better than these broken parts, pretend I’m something other than this mess that I my, but I couldn't even do that right! Please just... don’t Ben too harsh when you tell me you don’t want to be my friend anymore,” he finished, his face puffy from crying. He finally tasted that metallic red liquid and realized that he had mad eyes himself bleed. He would have to deal with that later, now he had to mentally prepare himself to lose his closest friend.}

^{((Sorry this is such a mess. Awake me had no idea what sleep deprived me at 3am was doing.)}

^{He had to admit, he was a little worried that Dior wouldn’t want to stay with him. Luckily, his worries disappeared as soon as they came since the other male had said he would stay with him. It was a relief, it truly was. He cracked a warm smile as the other snuggled into his arms. He really missed having the warmth of his best friend. It was crazy how even after 10 years, it was like nothing had changed between them. Sure, they were all grown up and were more responsible, but them hadn’t changed. He couldn’t believe how he survived so long without being able to at least see Dior, but it didn’t matter now since they were back together.}

^{Aidoneus nodded at his instructions, then went and grabbed some bandages to wrap him with. He almost wanted to chuckle at how Dior had seemed to fever back to his 9 year old self. It was cute, but they were 19 now and were Princes they that. If anyone else saw Dior like that, he was sure he would have gotten scolded harshly for acting so childish. Luckily it was just Aidoneus seeing this side of the Elf, and not anyone else.}

^{The human prince managed to still have an appetite for food and drinks after battles. He was so used to seeing blood shed, guts spilling out everywhere, and god knows the other gore he has seen, that he was numb to all of it now. It was a pretty helpful quality considering he had to go to a lot of battles to fight. He frowned at what Dior said. How could anything about Dior be something he wouldn’t like? He loved all of him. Nothing could take their friendship away or damage it. He smiled at the sudden feeling of warmth on his chest. Just like how Dior used to do it all the time when they were kids.}

^{Aidoneus leaned forward and whispered into the Elf’s ear, “there never was, never is, and never will be, something that I can hate about you. You know I’ll love all of you regardless baby.” He took the liberty to add in a bit of a flirty part as we’ll, thought he really meant what he said. He kissed Dior’s cheek then took off his armor. Immediately he saw the large scar that ran across his body. It wasn’t ugly, but he sure did want to kill whoever caused harm to Dior’s. He simply placed a kiss on it before wrapping up his ribs. Then, he took off the boy’s shoes and wrapped his ankle. “There, all better,” he said with a wink. “Now how does my Elf Prince feel?” He asked, gently feeling his long black hair with his free hand.}