Ugghhhh, so sorrryyyyyyy this is superduper late me life sucks. Bleh.
And sorry it's crapy, I tried to clear some of the confusing things up... probably made it worse though.
Also, i didn't proofread so sorry for all the godawful mistakes....
LOVEME?<3333333333333
Ry’s pov ( -__- )
I practically run away from Char as my eyes start pricking from tears. I rub furiously at my face trying to swipe away the first of the tears. God damn it all! Why the Hell would I fight with Char!? Moreover, how could we say such nasty and vile things to each other?!
It was like I was having an out of body experience… I had no control over what I was saying or what was going on, I could just watch helplessly from the sidelines.
Not even paying attention to my surroundings I walk face first into a door. Wincing, I rub my forehead just as the door opens and Lucien stares at me weirdly. I must have subconsciously made my way to Lucien’s room in the midst of my inner-struggles…
Lucien takes in my appearance and looks worried. “Rylan, what’s the matter? What happened?” I study his face and see he genuinely is worried, he really does cares, and I breakdown and lung myself at him. I hug him tightly and he’s taken aback, but quickly shuts the door and hugs me back.
There was a time when I would never have doubted that Lucien cared for me; that he cared about me. Despite how much I seem to detest him, and how he appears to loathe me, I can never forget how we used to be the best of friends. How much I used to love him rather than Char, and how he used to love me back.
As I sit weeping in his arms it dawns on me that he most likely never forgot either, and that’s why the other night he said he wanted to ‘fix things for us’. I look up at him and only start crying more when I meet his gaze.
“Rylan… Rylan, what’s the matter? I can’t help fix things if I don’t know what’s wrong.” Lucien makes his voice as soothing as possible and moves his hand gently up and down my back. I make myself dizzy by shaking my head no impossibly fast.
How could I tell him I was in love with his brother and just had my heart stomped by him? That right now I’d be perfectly content with dying?
He lets out a strained sigh and pulls me away so he can look at me. “It’s Charles isn’t it?” He guesses and I all but scream yes when I drop my head guiltily.
He sighs again, “what did he do now?”
I shake my head again, and opt to speak this time. “No, it wasn’t him… well it was but it was me too… we just, we just got into a fight and said a lot of unnecessarily awful things to each other… and now, I’m positive he hates me! And if he doesn’t hate me then he should!”
“Calm down, Rylan. Now, what were you two fighting over?”
“We were laying around and he was asking why I seem so tired lately and when I got up to come here he started interrogating me about where I’m always running off to, but I ignored it since you said he wasn’t supposed to know.” I take a breath and wipe the few tears that are rolling down my face.
Lucien nods his head as he takes in what I’ve told him so far before telling me to continue.
“Then he got angry because I told him it was none of his business and then the name calling and boundary-stepping started… and now he hates me.” I blinked back the feeling of tears as Lucien toils over the situation in his head.
He lets out yet another sigh before groaning, “damn lover’s-quarrels!” and I freeze. Lover’s-quarrel? That means…
“L-lover’s-quarrel? You must’ve meant something else because-“
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My Whipping Boy
RomanceCharles Acelin Astley is a prince. In this time, when princes are to be punished a whipping boy takes the punishment in their stead. Charles's whipping boy, Rylan Blakely Hale, is someone very dear to him. Rylan is none other than the captor of Char...
