Viravos~✨Talking to the Stars~✨

Appearances

(Aaravos' POV)
[sorry it took so long Blackbirdlord1234 ]
I stared up at the sky, unable to sleep with my inability to breathe. Judging my the height of the moon, it was around 2 in the morning now. I groaned and closed my eyes, furrowing my brows. I turned over onto my stomach, burying my face in the pillow.
I opened the book by my bed and enchanted the ink to glow through the darkness.
There was howling in the trees, causing the taller prince to cling to the one with the brave eyes. Meanwhile, the purple eyes darted side to side as the first prince bit his lip. The prince standing in front grinned with a furrowed brow. "Careful, Arnold, you might make me trip." He teased.
"Oh come off it! You're fine. R-Right?"
The shorter boy laughed. "Yes, I'm fine. I'm just pulling your chain."
The purple eyed boy smiled weakly. "G-Good. We have to find a way out of this."
"Yeah. Right. The orange eyes were fanned by dark lashes. He started walking faster, causing the other teenager's freckled face to crinkle up.
"Oi, Clay! Slow DOWN!" He said, as he began to lose grip on the smaller prince's arm. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No, absolutely nothing." Clay said, gritting his teeth and continuing at his fast pace. Arnold clenched his fist, quickening his pace and making good use of his long legs. He walked past Clay before turning around to face him. The dark forest was now far from his mind, he could only see the storm in the tense base of Clay's neck.
"Clay, please." He outstretched his hand helplessly.
Clay's eyebrows raised before creasing again as tears fell down onto his cheeks. "Maybe I don't WANT to get out of this forest! Because... the forest out THERE is so much scarier!"
Arnold tilted his head. "What ever do you mean?"
Clay buried his face in his hands and Arnold pulled him into a hug. "Our parents have been slandering each other for our entire histories. Accusing each other's worlds of being evil and corrupt. Mirrors complete each other but they'll never see THAT! They will keep tearing us apart!"
Arnold frowned. "You're right..." He sighed. "Do you think we'll ever be able to be together out there?" His lip trembled as he met the other boy's eyes.
"No, I don't."
I closed the book, turning my face toward the ceiling. My chest hurt because I was thinking of Viren despite myself. This love I refused to acknowledge. The one that made this story hit closer to home than I expected. I both loved and hated the feeling. It filled me with hope and dread. The dread for a negative outcome was heavier than the lingering hope for the opposite. Then why was it so hard to let go? We could never be together, just like Clay and Arnold. We've been doomed from the start. And yet, despite all the nights I stay up cursing having ever met him, I don't wish him away. Instead, I imagine him by my side when I wake from sleeping. I dream of his face and laugh at my childish fantasies. Honestly, I was too old for such foolish daydreams. They made me feel so alive and young. But suddenly I had something to lose to a man who could easily become my enemy. Someone I've suspected of double crossing me many times. I cannot let him know if the advantage he has over me. I must remain in control of this relationship. If I hand the keys over, I risk falling. I risk heartbreak. I risk everything. I closed my eyes and began mediating, clearing my mind of these burdensome emotions. Then I slept until 8 in the morning. I smiled as I readied myself slowly. I went out with my towel and washed in the nearby lake, enjoying the warmth on my skin. I watched my hands as they washed my body sluggishly. I was in a trance, not truly present. Instead I imagined a hand beside my own caressing my hair and running along my spine. My ears flushed and I dunked myself underneath the water. This was no time for useless fantasies. I finished washing quickly and went back inside.
I began brushing my hair when I noticed a figure sitting on the other side of the mirror. I felt my lip quirk upward, straightened my back, and walked forward toward it.
"Good morning." I said in a neutral tone.