♤SPRING SHIELD (MxM) ~fantasy~♤

If it all falls down

Elijah

Three days later....

I have never raced out of meeting so fast in my entire life. Because when I'm in a meeting these days... I just mess around.
Normally I used to do that because of my children who are at home waiting for me. I have every right to rush because it's the weekend. But I'm also thinking about someone else.
He's always next to me. When I'm not teasing him,he's teasing me.
Holding hands under the table. Playing intense games of footsie that somehow get competitive.
I ring the door bell to my own house and purposely cover the ring camera with my palm. I stifle a laugh when he opens the door. We make eye contact and his face goes from confused,to annoyed then half-amused,"Who rings the door bell to their own house?"he asks,crossing his arms over his chest making me notice the apron he's wearing,
I chuckle pulling him in by his waist,"I wanted to see your reaction."I say kissing the top of his forehead,as he puts his arms around my neck,
"You're so irritating."he says while melting into my arms. We start to sway in place,
"What are you cooking?"Kristian has been slowly turning himself into a member of our household. Most of his clothes are in the guest room and he sleeps there. If he's not with me. In my bed and stealing my body heat at night.
He eats here. Sleeps here. Practically lives here. But it's not set in stone yet.
Although it could be.
"Cookies. They got hungry-"he gestures to Liam whose sitting on the couch watching something,
"You've gotten into the habit of spoiling them."I tell him,dreading when he slips away from my embrace and heads back to the kitchen. I take off my shoes before going further,
"I can't help when they say 'Please' they're adorable."he says from the kitchen and I go and scratch Liam's head to which he protests claiming that I'm ruining his mood.
"Really? Am I adorable?"
"What's the connection?"
"I mean... I'm their dad. They had to get it from somewhere."I say putting my head into my hand and using the other to tug my tie off my neck. I do it purposely infront of him nowadays,he won't say it but he likes it.
"Sure you are."he says,sarcastically going about his business,"How was the meeting?"
"Fine. The commercial we filmed is going to be released by next week."I answer taking a front row seat so I can watch him. I'm getting obsessed with him and it's starting to become public knowledge,
"Their going through with the billboard thing?"me and Kristian did a photo shoot together for the 'Meet Lapis' commercial. We appear together like partners standing side by side on the picture that's going to be on the billboard.
He made a big fuss about not wanting it.
"Yes. I mean I don't mind,we're simply capitalising off of how we're viewed by the public."
"I do though,imagine no ceo like yourself is busy posing with his assistant."
"Technically,you're not my assistant. You're my business partner."I point at him then put a cherry in my mouth,
"The advertisement is already bad enough-"he groans,shoving the tray into the oven,and tossing his hair back. Damn,he's beautiful.
"You looked like you were having fun when we filmed it."
"Lewis,I was because I had never read a script before or played as an actor. Then I got off the high of it and released that we're in a house together and basically cosplaying as roommates-"
"No,we are introducing the functions of Lapis in a domestic setting. This-"I gesture between us,"Is us cosplaying as roommates."I watch as he blushes at my comment,
"I'm not staying here for you."
"Yeah,yeah. The kids,not me."I put my hands up in mock defeat,"Where's Oliver?"
"Upstairs,I think?"he says while wiping the counter not paying attention to how I'm stalking towards him. Wrapping my arms around his waist I nuzzle my head into his neck. He smells like he normally does but it's laced with my own scent.
He still hasn't taken a shower after last night.
For some reason that knowledge makes me groan,"What?"he says,giggling while holding me. Familiar with my touch and he's done something to my brain because it's making my heart pound.
"Let me go tell him that I'm back."I say,peeling myself off of him. He hums letting his hands linger on my arms.
Yeah. I like this.
I go up the stairs and peak into Oliver's bedroom. He's scribbling away at something in his little notebook,his head crouched almost all the way down. A pen held tightly in his hand.
"Oliver?"I ask,coming into clear view which makes him jump. All his crayons come tumbling down onto the floor and he scrambles to pick them up.
Helping him,I say,"I didn't mean to scare you."it's unlike him to get scared from my voice. He's normally very calm,"What were you writing?"
"Nothing."he snaps,shutting the book and pushing it onto the table. I raise a brow in question,"I'm going downstairs."he says getting up and scurrying off to the door,
"Aren't you going to ask me how my meeting went?"I ask,watching him turn around slowly. The hem of his shirt bunched into his hands like the fabric is burning him. When he doesn't say a single thing,I sigh,"Go ahead,you don't have to."After I say this he practically runs away.
I too,get up and head to the door except. His notebook falls from the other end of the table. I sluggishly go to pick it up. I correct the pages that have been folded or bent in the process I get sucked into the art pieces he makes.
Their really good for a child his age. Although he's always too nervous to show me. I smile finally being able to see them without him interrupting. Their beautifully done.
Finishing up,I turn the last folded page that crumpled when it fell. Straightening it,I squint when I see an unfinished drawing of a hand. Outstretched onto the paper with a red string lining around it's wrist...
Kristian's hand.
The string of life.
I check it over and over again and I know no one else has a hand that would be depicted like this.
Oliver only draws things from real events. Depictions of reality.
Confused,I read the note on the side of the page. Then my whole world comes falling down.

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Kristian

Elijah comes down a couple minutes after Oliver,practically running down the stairs. I smile,and hand a cookie out to him.
"They taste amazing,want one?"he pauses right in front of me,his eyes narrowed into raging slits. Fire licking at his pupils. Without saying a single thing he grab my wrist with such force that I gasp and the cookie falls to the ground. Turning into unsalvageable crumbs on the kitchen floor,
Before I can say a single thing,he drags me behind him and back up the stairs. His steps sound like mock thunder against hard wood floor. I can barely keep up with him as he moves,I trip over my feet multiple times but I don't fall because his fingers are locked on my flesh.
Like a chain. I can't even struggle against him.
We go all the way to the end of the hall way up the window. He lets go of me,blood rushing into where he cut it off. The pain stinging through me.
Tears prick at my eyes,"What's wrong with you?"I ask,rubbing my hand over it. I'm afraid to look because I know he bruised it.
He hurt me. For whatever reason or the next.
He stares out the window. Then back at me,"Aren't you going to say sorry?"I ask,getting angry. He doesn't say a single thing but putting a notebook in my face. A small blue notebook. "Isn't this Oliver's? What are you doing with it?"when I try to take it from his hand he pulls back and hangs it in the air.
His fist curling around the pages so deeply that his knuckles are turning white. Then I look to the page he opened.
It's a drawing of my hand... Lyria.
My eyes snap back to his. "Elijah-"
"What is this?"he demands. Putting it to my eyes again. I back up and stammer,
"I... I-"
"Kristian,tell me what that is,damn it!"he throws book to the floor with so much force it slides half across the hall. He's seething,with so much anger.
"It's just a drawing! Of a hand,who knows who Oliver was drawing-"I don't get to finish my sentence because he grabs my hand again and holds it up,
"Who has a hand like this if not you? Who has freckles lacing his knuckles like this? I would fucking know,Kristian."he tosses my hand back down and it drops to my waist. We stay in silence staring at each other in silence.
The world has never been so... quiet.
"Say something,DAMN IT!"he yells and I start to panic shaking my head.
I've imagined this scene in my head over a million times since I found out. None of them prepared me for this. None of them had me knowing what to say when he came knocking. Wanting answers.
Never in a million could I be ready for this.
"There's a peaking hem of the shirt you were wearing the morning of their birthday. I would know because you asked me to get it for you the night before-"
"How do you know it was me? How the hell are you even sure-"
"Because he wrote it right there,Kristian."A pause,"I didn't believe it,heck I didn't want to. But it's right damn there,so tell me it's all a lie and I swear on Lyria watch me believe you."
I open my mouth. Then I shut it.
I watch his anger rise like that was the last straw he had.
"TELL ME,IT'S A LIE."he commands,his voice an echo of rage and disbelief,"Kristian,tell me that that day when I found you with him in the night. That this isn't what you two were doing behind my back."
I stay silent. Trying not to shake. Trying not to falter in front of a man whose practically losing it.
"In my house,Kristian. Tell me is that why you asked me? To confirm if it was true? Right in front of me? Like you were mocking me?"
"I was not-"
"But you were. How dare you come into my home and ask me such a question. Then you ask me how I know its not a lie? Look at the way you're looking at me! You have nothing to say!"he's screaming into air,the walls shake with his emotions.
None of the scenarios looked like this. None did the true disaster he would unleash.