Fate's Cursed Truth [Discontinued]

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Exhausted, Allan collapsed onto the sand, laying Noah down beside him. He monitored Noah's breathing, hoping for his recovery.

He thought of excuses to tell Noah, he was unsure on how he would react when he finds the truth.

Time passed, and Noah woken from his slumber. Confusion fogged his head as he scanned their surroundings. Noah turned to the other boy.

Noah: "Hey, punk. What happened..?"

Allan faked a smile, hiding his unhuman abilities for the time being.

Allan: "We were caught in a big wave.. But fortunately, we washed up on land. I just woke up too."

Noah's expression showed curiosity, but he stopped himself from questioning the details.

The unspoken bond between them grew a little better, and Allan knew that the time would come to reveal his true nature... But now is an inappropriate time, considering that they both just met, and they're stranded on an island.

For now, they rested on the shore, with an awkward silence separating them.

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Noah suggests making a small shelter, and comes up with a plan, but in the middle of explaining, he looks at Allan who seemed to pass out from exhaustion...

Noah: 'Didn't he say he woke up just before me? Why is he unconcious again?'

Noah decided that Allan just has hypersomnia. But no, in reality, it's the opposite.

His eyes softened as he watched Allan, he looked at him with admiration. He couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of Allan's peaceful slumber. Oh.. and that clear, soft, pretty face... Ahem.

Gently, Noah knelt beside Allan, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. He whispered softly.

Noah: "You punk, you're so selfish."

He then plucked that stray strand of hair from the other boy's face.

Noah: "Serves you right."

Noah's gaze lingered on the other's face for a moment, still staring in admiration. He then shook his head and turned his attention back to their survival plan.

Noah: "Yah, Noah, cut out of it, he's a f̶u̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ stranger."

He began gathering materials for a small shelter, afterall, he was a boy scout when he was a little dorky kid.

As Noah worked diligently, his hands expertly weaving branches and leaves together, his mind couldn't help but wander back to Allan.

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He picked some apples on a tree nearby shore to sustain their hunger. He then whispered to himself.

Noah: "Allan... Allan. Why can't I stop thinking about you? You punk..."

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft rustling sound. Noah turned, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw Allan standing there, his gaze fixed on Noah with a mixture of vulnerability and curiosity.

Allan: "Hey... I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

Noah's heart raced, and his face turned bright red, caught off guard by Allan's sudden appearance. But he quickly composed himself, a soft smile gracing his lips.

Noah: "Oh, it's nothing important. Just planning our shelter... How are you feeling?"

Allan started rubbing his temples and letting out a small chuckle.

Allan: "I feel much better now, thanks. You seem to have a way of making everything better."

Noah's cheeks flushed at Allan's words.

Noah: "Well, of course, I'm very talented after all, heh."

Noah flexed his nonexistent skills, as their eyes locked, Noah stopped and walked towards Allan to show him an apple he just picked.

Noah: "Here, I know it's not much but... It's the best we have right now."

Allan: 'But.. I could just hunt some fish and cook it? pfft.. how cute, not thinking much- wait, cute!?' Allan's ears slightly reddened at his own thoughts.

Noah: "Uhm, hello?"

Allan: "Huh?"

Noah extends his hand, offering the apple to Allan while his free hand rubbed his own nape.

Allan: "Oh! I miss these.. Úlla used to be my favorite fruit.."

Noah: "Uhm.. 'ulla'..?"

Noah's confusion grew as Allan mentioned "Úlla" and claimed it was his favorite fruit. He tried to play it cool, and act smart.

Noah: "Oh, 'Úlla'? That's interesting. I didn't know there were different types of apples."

Allan looked away embarassed, realizing he had unintentionally spoken in his own dialect. He chuckled nervously, trying to find a way to navigate the awkward situation.

Allan: "Uhm... 'Úlla' is a Gaelic word for apples. It's... just a quirk of mine, mixing in a bit of Gaeilge sometimes. I hope it doesn't sound too strange."

Noah smiled embarrassed by his incorrect statement. He tried his best to understand, not wanting to make Allan uncomfortable.

Noah: "No, not at all! I think it's great that you're connected to your heritage. I just... uhm- It's fascinating, really.

Allan's smile softened as he appreciated Noah's effort to be supportive. He knew he had to steer the conversation away from his unintended slip-up.

Allan: "Well, it's a whole different world. But let's focus on this apple. Thanks."

Noah nodded, relieved that the conversation was changing topic.

Noah: "You're welcome."

I just noticed that the chapters range from 700-1500 words LOL, so short (;'༎ຶٹ༎ຶ')

Oh and yes, when I said opposite of hypersomnia, I meant insomnia. Was he awake whilebeing caressed? Maybe.