The Passage of Time- Chapter 3
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Title: The Passage of Time- Chapter 3
Series: KKM
Rating: R
Pairings: WolfYuu, Yorad, OC x OC (don't worry, they're cool too lol)
Warnings: swearing, bass akwards incest...which means it isn't really incest, it just kind of is lol
Summary: see previous entries (STILL LAZY!)
Just then, a soft knock resonated from the open door. In the doorway stood a smaller sized man with soft features. His eyes were large and expressive, a light gray color, like the sky before a spring shower. His hair was thrown over his shoulder in a braid; the locks were a different array of pastel colors. The base color of the haired seemed to be silver, while it had blue, green and purple highlights. It looked as if someone had painted his hair with a toothbrush after dipping it in various paints. A boyish face sat on the shoulders of a rather feminine male body, adding to the ethereal illusion of his existence.
“Hello Allemande.” Both Wolfram and Greta said.
The boy bowed and smiled, looking eagerly at his King.
Wolfram took a step toward the boy, a warmer smile now on his face. “Viktor is looking for you, but I don’t know where he is now. You’d best stay in one spot and wait for him to find you.” The boy nodded, his grin spreading to far that it made his eyes squint.
Yuuri coughed to get Wolfram attention, a cue to introduce him to the young man. “Oh yes, this is his former majesty, Yuuri.” Yuuri walked up to the boy and held out his hand in preparation to shake.
The boy tentatively took his hand and shook lightly. “Hi! I’m Yuuri! What is your name again?” With that, the boy withdrew his hand in a swift motion, bringing it up against his body in a defensive manner. He opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out, so he just blushed and looked away.
“I’m sorry...is it something I said?” Yuuri asked, pulling his hand back slowly.
Wolfram was suddenly beside him, gazing at him with a supportive idiom. “No, you did nothing wrong. This is Allemande and he can’t answer you because he’s mute.”
A sensation of embarrassment washed over the former Maou. Even though there was no way he was to know that this boy was mute, he felt ashamed for putting him in an awkward position.
Wolfram added, “He is Conrad’s son.”
“Eh!?!”
Allemande jumped at Yuuri’s sudden surprise and ran out the door, peeking around the doorframe with a frightened face. A small laugh came from Wolfram as he stepped forward to comfort the skittish boy. He placed a large hand on that multi-colored head and ruffled said hair.
“Yes,” Wolfram continued, “Conrad and Yozak’s son to be precise, they adopted him. He was abandoned as a child so they decided to take him in.” The boy looked up at Wolfram with fond admiration, much like Viktor had. It was apparent that Wolfram was a widely loved man.
“And I’m glad they did, I couldn’t ask for a better nephew,” then he leaned down to Allemande’s ear and said in a hush, “And perhaps future Grandson-in-law.” Yuuri wasn’t able to hear what the blonde had said but was exceedingly curious because of the rose flush that splashed over Allemande’s face.
The fair boy bowed his head to excuse himself from the room. Before he made it all the way into the hall, Wolfram called out, “It’s best that you head to dinner soon, that’s one place we know Viktor will be.”
Allemande gives a bright smile and nods vehemently before scampering off.
Wolfram gave Greta one last strong look before exiting the room himself, Yuuri quick to follow.
“I feel bad for making him feel awkward…” Yuuri says regretfully after they are well on their way down the hall.
Wolfram sighs and responds, “Like I said, you had no way of knowing. And besides, Allemande is used to those sorts of things. He’s stronger than he looks. He’d have to be to keep up with Viktor.”
After mentioning his grandson, Wolfram adopts a subtly warm expression. It reminds Yuuri of when Wolfram used to think of romantic things or read romance stories. He could tell that a feeling of affection and dreaminess had bubbled up in Wolfram’s chest, causing him to smile softly. For a split second, Yuuri wants so badly to be the cause of that smile once again.
“So Viktor and Allemande are friends?” The former Maou asks, trying to get his mind off the sudden forlorn feeling in his chest.
A left turn approaches in the hallway and, while waiting for the response, Yuuri realizes that he has no idea where Wolfram is taking him. He had just followed because he was told to, no questions asked.
“Well, they are childhood friends, second cousins by law, but also more than that.” Wolfram says quietly, “Not many people know this, but they are also blooming lovers.”
“Lovers?”
The blonde nods.
Yuuri wrinkles his nose in bemusement, “Isn’t it strange for cousins to fall in love?”
They turn another corner and suddenly, Yuuri knows where they are. They had walked through the catacombs of the castle to the Master bedroom, which they used to share.
The black haired boy finds this amusing, considering he lived there for nearly an entire year and he still doesn’t even know the place that well.
“I suppose so,” Wolfram says, “But they aren’t blood related. Even so, people who are blood related still get married. They were raised as best friends, not really as relatives.”
Yuuri responds with a quiet grunt, having lost track of the conversation due to his own musings. They enter the room without knocking, which means that either no one sleeps there or Wolfram still does.
The room is tidy albeit cold. Not cold in the palpable way, but in an emotional way. The room barely looks lived in. The lack of decoration and personality makes it seem inhabitable.
“Do you still sleep here?” Yuuri asks as Wolfram casually searches the drawers of the dresser in search of something.
“Yes” the blonde answers plainly before pulling out some clothes and tossing them onto the bed. He moves to the large closet, extracting a pair of dark blue slacks and handing them to Yuuri.
The black haired boy takes the dry attire gratefully and starts to change. He doesn’t even realize the strangled expression that crossed Wolfram’s features before he turns away from the boy changing in front of him.
Yuuri lets out a sated sigh as the soft, dry clothes warm his cold body. Upon hearing the sigh, Wolfram pivots around.
He knew that Yuuri was bigger than before, so instead of giving him the old black uniform he used to wear, he gave him some of his clothes. The dark blue slacks were baggy on his long legs, Wolfram’s being slightly longer, but they fit his waist and hips snugly. The white button down shirt he gave Yuuri fit his broad shoulders comfortable, leaving a lot of room for movement, it fit his stomach and waist a little tightly because he did not have as narrow a waist as Wolfram.
Yuuri looked good, Wolfram decided. He hadn’t given himself the chance to really admire Yuuri’s new body except for the quick walk around earlier. While these clothes did not fit him properly, they still showed off sensual accents to Yuuri’s older, more solid form.
Instead of feeling any sort of arousal, Wolfram only allowed himself to lament the feelings of fondness he thought he would have.
“There is still a little while until dinner starts,” Wolfram says blandly, moving towards the door, opening it and holding it open for Yuuri, “We can visit Conrad before then if you’d like.”
Yuuri didn’t move, standing stark still in the middle of the room, having not moved due to the intense look Wolfram had given him. He could still feel the singe of scrutinizing eyes all over his body, like an uncomfortably hot touch racing over every place Wolfram’s eyes had searched.
At the sound of the blonde’s more bass voice, a shiver ran up his spine while a pang of awkward desire ran down in the opposite direction. Yuuri remembers the times Wolfram would look at him, much like he just had, except this time, there was no fire in his eyes. Instead of staring hungrily at the former King’s lithe young body like he once did, his worn, blank eyes looked at him like he was a lifeless painting. Had he become unattractive to Wolfram? Or was Wolfram no longer capable of such obvious affection and lust?
Again, Yuuri’s reflections made his heart ache.
“Yuuri?”
“Yeah,” he responded quietly, “That sounds good.”
Title: The Passage of Time- Chapter 3
Series: KKM
Rating: R
Pairings: WolfYuu, Yorad, OC x OC (don't worry, they're cool too lol)
Warnings: swearing, bass akwards incest...which means it isn't really incest, it just kind of is lol
Summary: see previous entries (STILL LAZY!)
Just then, a soft knock resonated from the open door. In the doorway stood a smaller sized man with soft features. His eyes were large and expressive, a light gray color, like the sky before a spring shower. His hair was thrown over his shoulder in a braid; the locks were a different array of pastel colors. The base color of the haired seemed to be silver, while it had blue, green and purple highlights. It looked as if someone had painted his hair with a toothbrush after dipping it in various paints. A boyish face sat on the shoulders of a rather feminine male body, adding to the ethereal illusion of his existence.
“Hello Allemande.” Both Wolfram and Greta said.
The boy bowed and smiled, looking eagerly at his King.
Wolfram took a step toward the boy, a warmer smile now on his face. “Viktor is looking for you, but I don’t know where he is now. You’d best stay in one spot and wait for him to find you.” The boy nodded, his grin spreading to far that it made his eyes squint.
Yuuri coughed to get Wolfram attention, a cue to introduce him to the young man. “Oh yes, this is his former majesty, Yuuri.” Yuuri walked up to the boy and held out his hand in preparation to shake.
The boy tentatively took his hand and shook lightly. “Hi! I’m Yuuri! What is your name again?” With that, the boy withdrew his hand in a swift motion, bringing it up against his body in a defensive manner. He opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out, so he just blushed and looked away.
“I’m sorry...is it something I said?” Yuuri asked, pulling his hand back slowly.
Wolfram was suddenly beside him, gazing at him with a supportive idiom. “No, you did nothing wrong. This is Allemande and he can’t answer you because he’s mute.”
A sensation of embarrassment washed over the former Maou. Even though there was no way he was to know that this boy was mute, he felt ashamed for putting him in an awkward position.
Wolfram added, “He is Conrad’s son.”
“Eh!?!”
Allemande jumped at Yuuri’s sudden surprise and ran out the door, peeking around the doorframe with a frightened face. A small laugh came from Wolfram as he stepped forward to comfort the skittish boy. He placed a large hand on that multi-colored head and ruffled said hair.
“Yes,” Wolfram continued, “Conrad and Yozak’s son to be precise, they adopted him. He was abandoned as a child so they decided to take him in.” The boy looked up at Wolfram with fond admiration, much like Viktor had. It was apparent that Wolfram was a widely loved man.
“And I’m glad they did, I couldn’t ask for a better nephew,” then he leaned down to Allemande’s ear and said in a hush, “And perhaps future Grandson-in-law.” Yuuri wasn’t able to hear what the blonde had said but was exceedingly curious because of the rose flush that splashed over Allemande’s face.
The fair boy bowed his head to excuse himself from the room. Before he made it all the way into the hall, Wolfram called out, “It’s best that you head to dinner soon, that’s one place we know Viktor will be.”
Allemande gives a bright smile and nods vehemently before scampering off.
Wolfram gave Greta one last strong look before exiting the room himself, Yuuri quick to follow.
“I feel bad for making him feel awkward…” Yuuri says regretfully after they are well on their way down the hall.
Wolfram sighs and responds, “Like I said, you had no way of knowing. And besides, Allemande is used to those sorts of things. He’s stronger than he looks. He’d have to be to keep up with Viktor.”
After mentioning his grandson, Wolfram adopts a subtly warm expression. It reminds Yuuri of when Wolfram used to think of romantic things or read romance stories. He could tell that a feeling of affection and dreaminess had bubbled up in Wolfram’s chest, causing him to smile softly. For a split second, Yuuri wants so badly to be the cause of that smile once again.
“So Viktor and Allemande are friends?” The former Maou asks, trying to get his mind off the sudden forlorn feeling in his chest.
A left turn approaches in the hallway and, while waiting for the response, Yuuri realizes that he has no idea where Wolfram is taking him. He had just followed because he was told to, no questions asked.
“Well, they are childhood friends, second cousins by law, but also more than that.” Wolfram says quietly, “Not many people know this, but they are also blooming lovers.”
“Lovers?”
The blonde nods.
Yuuri wrinkles his nose in bemusement, “Isn’t it strange for cousins to fall in love?”
They turn another corner and suddenly, Yuuri knows where they are. They had walked through the catacombs of the castle to the Master bedroom, which they used to share.
The black haired boy finds this amusing, considering he lived there for nearly an entire year and he still doesn’t even know the place that well.
“I suppose so,” Wolfram says, “But they aren’t blood related. Even so, people who are blood related still get married. They were raised as best friends, not really as relatives.”
Yuuri responds with a quiet grunt, having lost track of the conversation due to his own musings. They enter the room without knocking, which means that either no one sleeps there or Wolfram still does.
The room is tidy albeit cold. Not cold in the palpable way, but in an emotional way. The room barely looks lived in. The lack of decoration and personality makes it seem inhabitable.
“Do you still sleep here?” Yuuri asks as Wolfram casually searches the drawers of the dresser in search of something.
“Yes” the blonde answers plainly before pulling out some clothes and tossing them onto the bed. He moves to the large closet, extracting a pair of dark blue slacks and handing them to Yuuri.
The black haired boy takes the dry attire gratefully and starts to change. He doesn’t even realize the strangled expression that crossed Wolfram’s features before he turns away from the boy changing in front of him.
Yuuri lets out a sated sigh as the soft, dry clothes warm his cold body. Upon hearing the sigh, Wolfram pivots around.
He knew that Yuuri was bigger than before, so instead of giving him the old black uniform he used to wear, he gave him some of his clothes. The dark blue slacks were baggy on his long legs, Wolfram’s being slightly longer, but they fit his waist and hips snugly. The white button down shirt he gave Yuuri fit his broad shoulders comfortable, leaving a lot of room for movement, it fit his stomach and waist a little tightly because he did not have as narrow a waist as Wolfram.
Yuuri looked good, Wolfram decided. He hadn’t given himself the chance to really admire Yuuri’s new body except for the quick walk around earlier. While these clothes did not fit him properly, they still showed off sensual accents to Yuuri’s older, more solid form.
Instead of feeling any sort of arousal, Wolfram only allowed himself to lament the feelings of fondness he thought he would have.
“There is still a little while until dinner starts,” Wolfram says blandly, moving towards the door, opening it and holding it open for Yuuri, “We can visit Conrad before then if you’d like.”
Yuuri didn’t move, standing stark still in the middle of the room, having not moved due to the intense look Wolfram had given him. He could still feel the singe of scrutinizing eyes all over his body, like an uncomfortably hot touch racing over every place Wolfram’s eyes had searched.
At the sound of the blonde’s more bass voice, a shiver ran up his spine while a pang of awkward desire ran down in the opposite direction. Yuuri remembers the times Wolfram would look at him, much like he just had, except this time, there was no fire in his eyes. Instead of staring hungrily at the former King’s lithe young body like he once did, his worn, blank eyes looked at him like he was a lifeless painting. Had he become unattractive to Wolfram? Or was Wolfram no longer capable of such obvious affection and lust?
Again, Yuuri’s reflections made his heart ache.
“Yuuri?”
“Yeah,” he responded quietly, “That sounds good.”