♤SPRING SHIELD (MxM) ~fantasy~♤

Prolouge

Kristian

I can't feel my legs and the world around me is spinning. Round and round.
Just like Brian took me round and round for five whole frisking years,I make a show of it but twirling my shot glass like a toilet flushes itself.
Slush slush.
Judging by the way the bartender looks at me I just said that out loud. Man,I am drunk. Like drunker than I've ever been. And I'm not supposed to be! All these years allmthis time of building myself to where I am. To have the title of R&D business director,to have money and respect,to wear the cute but minimal clothes I get to wear each day. I didn't do all that just to get dumped and cheated on.
Tears well up in my eyes once again as I tip my glass to my lips and end up spilling bitter alcohol down my neck. I'm a mess right now. I probably look like one too.
"What can I get you,sir?"I hear the bartender ask over the music so loud I feel it in my stomach,stirring all the drinks I've had together. I blink a couple of times to get a clear view of whoever just sat next to me,to differentiate between colourful florescent lights and dull soft parts of skin.
"A gin and tonic- no wait just get a bottle of the strongest whisky you have."
"With a glass or...?"
"No,just like that."he finishes,his voice is silky but rough all at the same time. It has me struggling to have a better look at him and he notices me and I turn away. A little too late. "Everytime I want to crawl into a bottle of alcohol nobody beats me to it. You just did,congrats."he says,sounding like he's already had a something to drink,
I take another toss at my glass and cringe at the burn,"Hmmm.. crawl into a bottle. I'll steal that line from you,"
"I don't necessarily mind."he shurgs his shoulders and I wipe away at my tears to get a better look at him. He comes into focus like water colours bleed into a page,slowly but so strongly,changing everything in its wake.
He's gorgeous. Thick eyebrows over eyes full of humour and darkened with an underlying sadness,making their green seem so much more sullen. I can tell from miles away that it's not his usual gaze. His lips are full and look soft like two pillows full of feather and clouds. His skin smooth,his nose tall and his jaw sharp.
Who could've dared to break his heart?
"That's good,really good."I whisper my lips sucking on the bitter glass. His whisky comes by and instead of pouring it into the glass he just tips it into his mouth and shuts his eyes hard and what I assume is the after burn.
"So? Why are you here?"he says staring off into space,
"Me or you?"
"Eh,truthfully speaking both of us. We'll hear yours I say mine,"
"Oh,I get it! My boyfriend broke up with me because he had eyes for my friend. Now I have no one to talk to."I say a little to cheerfully and he nods like he gets it. I think he does,
"That sucks,I'm sorry about that."he takes another swing at his bottle that's held so firmly by his giant hand that looks like it would be good at embracing and touching,
"Your turn,"I throw at him and he flashes me a cute smile,
"I just realised a huge,huge responsibility. And I don't think I'm ready,"he says shaking his head then he hiccups and laughs. I laugh with him,
"What could it possibly be? King of Kings or something?"I say a laugh bubbling out of me,
"No,it's King of the butterflies."
"Hmm,butterflies are pretty. And your pretty too so I think they'll like you."I reach out and bop his nose,
"Me?"he says,pointing to himself and I nod,
"Yeah,your hair is sooo fluffy too. And your eyes... Dear goddess Lyria,your eyes."he chuckles at this and holds the hand that bopped his nose,his palm alone contains my fingers in their entirety. Surrounding them with warmth and softness I didn't think I'd find hidden in the lines of calluses and scars,
"Thank you,I didn't know I had that effect on bewitching and adorable red heads."
"You like my hair?"I say shifting closer without knowing it,
"Yeah,it's soo fluffy."he mimics the way I was talking,and I grin. He's like... a perfect distraction. I can barely remember why I was upset. "Next question,what's your job?"
"I'm a unicorn horn harvester,"
"Interesting."he says fighting off a laugh,his eyes narrowed at me,"Funny enough,I'm actually jester."
"Jester? And now they want you to be King? Tough stuff."
"Exactly! Finally someone who gets it."A pause as he takes another sip from his bottle,"You know,I really like you,Red."Red. I like that name. It's so much more... rebel and cooler than Kristian.
"I like you too,King of the butterflies."
"It's not my title just yet."
"It will be,very,very soon."I whisper into his ear and he nods slowly like he understands. I lean into his shoulder and he lets me melt into his frame like I was made to be there,
"We should... go somewhere. Just us."his gaze suddenly becomes intense as he looks at me,sparks flying in line like fireworks in a dark night sky. His skin comes in just a little clearer,crimson red neon light spilling over the sight of him.
Music growing slow.
"Where?"
"Anywhere. Wherever the wind takes us."
"Not a wind type of guy."I say gnawing at my empty glass,
"Then let me take you."

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8 months later....

How much protection did I expect two fatally drunk sex crazed people would achieve? I stupidly hoped and skipped the trip to the doctors.
Now I'm pregnant. With twins and I don't even know the father's name. That's dumb. I never thought that I would get into such a mess in the first place.
I'm so used to looking at people who don't know the names of the baby's father's with pity and sympathy and all that and now I'm the pity party. I'm going to be giving birth out of wedlock in a few weeks because of my carelessness.
No use crying about it obviously but I don't even remember what he looks like. All I remember is walking up in an expensive hotel room with a credit card and breakfast neatly placed at my bed side with a note.
"Sorry, I had work to do."is what it read. No shit King of the butterflies. He could've at least left me his number if he knew I could've gotten pregnant. But he didn't.
"Kristian? The boss wants to speak to you."Caroline,the "boss's" secretary says to me,making a judgemental dip at my stomach with conviction. Her red lips curling with momentary disgust before a sarcastic smile.
I try not to let it bother me especially since my stomach looks alot like I'm just bloated so I had no idea until the near end of my second term pregnant. But her little little rude looks and whispered words behind my back are chipping away at my self worth.
Am I lesser than because I just simply don't feel right getting rid of my children?
I'm more than capable of taking care of them. I have everything planned out for when I give birth so why? Why do I feel unsteady?
Because the credit card he left me is all I have?
"Coming."I mutter pushing myself up and suddenly feel a sway in my knees. I take a step foward before breathing get harder and harder,earth shaking. My sight blurs.
My ears begin to ring and I fall to the ground. And notice the trail of blood on my suit pants. I know terribly well where its flowing from.