♤SPRING SHIELD (MxM) ~fantasy~♤

Movie night

Kristian

Being Elijah's assistant is something I've grown to hate more than I love. I just get so tired that I volunteer to shred paper just so I can get away from it all. Have a moment of peace in all the chaos.
"There you are,"The voice behind me startles me and I whip around to find Elijah leaning on the door,"I was looking for you everywhere and turns out your over here,shredding paper- is that part of your job description?"he asks,walking closer.
I turn my head back to the machine that it's light buzzing with my arms crossed. "Shouldn't you be working?"
"I was. But I'm taking a break."he says,his steps growing louder and louder with each movement foward. But also slower,like he's stalking up behind me,
"Since when do you take breaks?"
"Why? You'd rather I wait until we get home?"he tickles me gently before hugging me from the back. His body fully pressed up against mine as he makes a sound,a deep guttural sound from the back of his throat as he locks his arms around my waist. His head buried into my neck,"You smell amazing,"he whispers,
"It's called perfume. Something you haven't heard of,I'm sure."I say,fighting the urge to turn my head around and melt into him. He blows out a sexy laugh over my skin making me tingle,
"Says the man who has snuck into my closet on multiple occasions to wear my clothes."Lyria,why is this man so huge? He's engulfing my entire body right now,
"Clothes not your body. It's a fact that washed clothes smell good,"
"So do I. Here,smell it-"he puts his cuffed wrist up to me expecting me to sniff him or something.
"Lewis,stop it- what if someone sees us? What will you say?"
"I don't know? Maybe you were choking and I'm simply helping you like a good boss?"he suggests,his lips against my cheek in such a way that I can feel him smiling. It's ticklish,"You know what you smell like? Citrus sort of but you taste even better- like apple candy."
"I thought you said you don't like sweet stuff."
"I don't. But I like you."A pause,"The boys are going to a sleep over tonight by the way."this man.
Rolling my eyes I push my hands down onto his arms knowing it won't move him,"So?"
"Let's watch a movie. Just the two of us."he explains,
"We went on a date yesterday."
"So we can't go on another?"he's got a point.

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I haven't been to my apartment for so long it's insane.
I guess it's because there's a guy who has no problem with me being in his house and eating his food.
And because of that there's no food in it. Certainly not enough snacks for a movie night. So we have choice but to put on our trench coats in the cold of night and head out to the closest store on foot.
Which sounds worse than it actually is.
"What a cute little thing."Elijah says staring up at the flickering sign on top of the store,
"You sound like a tourist. And why do you always do that with your voice?"I push the heavy door open with ease but groan when I see his hand right atop mine,
"Perhaps I am. Touring this.. historic little cave- and what do you mean by my voice?"he asks,lifting one of the products up with wonder in his eyes,
"That. You're doing it right now,"
"I don't understand what you-"
"I mean-! Why I would never come to such a place."I do my best impression of a British accent and he scoffs,"Have you ever even been to England?"
"I have,on multiple occasions-"
"Of course."I roll my eyes,
"And I grew up with my mother who spent her early years in Britain."
"Well,she doesn't have an accent."I point out while grabbing a cart to get all the stuff we need. I push it slowly through the aisles as he walks behind me,making faces at different products.
"She's grown to have an American accent while I stayed with a mixture of what my dad and her gave me,"
"You don't talk about the man often."I say without thinking. And he has a completely nonchalant reaction that I wasn't expecting,
"There's not a lot to say really. He passed and I spend years of my life wondering why I can't be like him."
"I thought it was more like,I'm soo much better than him."
"Not at all. He had everything figured out and It's not rose coloured lenses. He was alive and well until I was twenty five."
"Don't you think you have everything figured out? I mean people call you the golden boy of Ferrez."I ask and he shrugs placing a scented candle into the cart even though we already argued about it outside,
"The term golden boy means more of...willing to give them everything but hasn't actually done that."
"I think you have,"I reassure,
"He wouldn't."the snap back gives me whiplash. I mean if the people of this city knew this how this man viewed himself- it would incite public outrage. "Don't mind me,I get like this during this time of year."
"Why?"
"It's his funeral anniversary soon."
"...oh,"I mutter picking up the wine glasses. Just two should do it.
"Why the glasses?"the cashier asks when I put them down,and I smile but before I can answer she wiggles her eyebrows at Elijah,"Date night?"
"Yeah,not him though. He's just a coworker."
"Oh. Sorry,you two look... so comfortable."
"I know,we get that all the time. I'm considering stopping our hangouts-"
"Oh really?"Elijah asks,while swiping his card to pay for the groceries I was going to handle. This man.
"My boyfriend is so tired of us getting mistaken."I say picking up the bags and getting ready to head out,
"I'm sure,have a goodnight!"she exclaims,her laugher getting sealed away once the door shuts behind us. Elijah's shoulder brushes against mine for a moment. Intentionally,
"Boyfriend?"he asks,clearly teasing. I make a confirming sound as he takes the bags from me and into his hands. "Is this boyfriend of yours handsome?"
"So handsome. You and him are worlds apart-"
"Oh? Tall?"
"Yeah,super tall. Rich too,"
"Richer than me?"
"Almost."I say opening my door and letting him in. His chuckle fills the space as he gets into the kitchen and takes off his trench coat. When we met I couldn't get over how attractive he was. He was the thing I could only watch from a distance. Then we started our relationship he was so sultry and handsome.
Then he just become a silly grumpy fool. Getting cuter and cuter each day.
But it makes me sadder and sadder in every way.
"What movie are we watching?"I ask running a hand through my hair. He pours the wine he brought into both the glasses,
"The original 'Legend of time,'"he announces while walking over to the couch where he sits with me. As it takes in his size,my body has no choice but to be engulfed by his.
"Of course we are- do you remember the first time you came to my house?"
"Is that a question? Cheers to your handsome,tall and almost as rich as me boyfriend."he tips his glass in my direction and I smirk,
"Cheers. Let's hope he doesn't come back to kick you out."he laughs while putting the movie on causing my dark living room to be taken over by sound.
The screen darkening as I hold his arm and lean my head onto his shoulder,"Oh dear,Red. If your boyfriend finds you like this..."he teases. And I have nothing to say back because when I'm in his arms,it feels like it will be my last.
It feels like there's been a timer placed above our happiness and it's ticking away. I spend each moment of every day wonder what will happen when it reaches zero. Will anyone escape what reaction he has to offer?
The fear of the unknown is slowly clawing at my sanity. And I'm too deep to try and swim out of this.
I'm the only one in the world who knows. And Oliver.
And somehow my life is hanging in the hands of that boy. If he lets it slip,I'm screwed.
We all are.
I manage to cool my anxiety down as I look at the screen. In the live action which is over two hours long,each avatar gets their moment and when they received their blessings.
But Lerwick,gets his and spends his days roaming the outside of his home town in an effort to protect it. But he notices a phoenix flying in the sky and mistakes it for a monster. With the iconic bow and arrow of the King of spring he shoots it. It comes crashing down with a cry,not akin to that of a dark creature.
Confused,he runs up to it in the forest. And finds a man with crimson hair bleeding due to the arrow in his arm. He apologises profusely to the angry fairy of fire. Despite his complaints he heals him with his abilities.
As a gift he gives the fairy a shell,that's sound when blown can stretch for miles. If ever their was an emergency he can come and save him. After this they become friends,often spending days roaming the outskirts together. Lerwick,bewitched his beauty and wit,begins to fall in love.
But when Lerwick was called back by the emperor to be crowned as a protector of his kingdom,he asked him to come with him.
He refused pushing Lerwick into a state of inconsolable rage. Why? He asked,Why? Must you refuse me? If you do this I will never get to see you for years to come.
The fairy stared at the man who had caused destruction all over the land because of the anger a god can cause. In fear,the fairy of fire leaves. Turning his back without looking to see the devastated Lerwick.
Years later after never seeing or hearing from each other,dark creatures invade the fairy's village. Without anything else to do,he begins to panic. He rummages through his belongings and finds the shell.
The scene's intensity delivered by the music,it speaks of tragedy,whispers of desperation. The once thriving land over taken by darkness and screams he races to be at the highest peak.
Struggles as his robes are clawed at by the monsters. Tears stream down his face as he sucks in a shaking breath,then he blows. And blows.
But nothing happens and he begins to sob.
I know,that this will have a happy ending and in the last moment he will find his way to him. Save him and his tribe but... right now I feel as though I'm drowning in the sadness of the moment.
It's a beautifully written,acted and executed. Just like the Crimson prince,I start to sob. At first it's quiet but soon I can't contain myself. I try to gather myself and just spit it out,tell him the truth.
After everything I've done he deserves to know but when I think of his betrayal. His anger.
How he'll have every right to leave me in his dark room to cry tears I have never earned. Because I am no victim,I am the aggressor. The villain in this twisted story.
I yet again,feel selfish. Unwillingly to let go of the moment. And the moments to come. Elijah pauses the movie and turns his body to me,worry in his eyes and he holds me. I can see his lips moving but I can barely hear what he's saying.
I can only feel my heartache.
"I can't do it,"I cry,"I can't do it. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
I can't let go of you.