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[goldenbishounen]

[Day 14, 5:34pm]

After my encounter with the Shinou early in the morning, it is my first impulse to leave the castle, but not as he had suggested. I had thought instead to chase after Greta as I had originally intended. However, I somehow find myself lingering in random places, telling myself that I am waiting for a chance to sneak into Yuuri's

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[yuuri_maou]

[From here]

He runs, without aim, without destination. Just trying to outrun himself, his thoughts. Guards left far behind in his initial dash, he just goes. It’s dark outside, but it does little to slow him. Chest burning, heart pounding, trees lash out at his face as he rushes past them. It’s only a chance root come to the surface that manages to trip him, sending him sprawling onto the dirt.

Gasping for breath, he rolls over to his side, pulling his arms up close to his body. Tired eyes open a little, and a sliver of yellow light breaks the night before him. Somehow his feet have taken him here, to Wolfram’s doorstep. His eyes drop again and his head falls to the ground. What is he supposed to do? What is he supposed to say? He’s tired. He’s sorry. He’s ....

He stands up slowly, dusting his clothes off. He’s taller, darker, and he’s not afraid. There will be no running away this time.

So he makes his way to the little cabin and throws the door open.

[goldenbishounen]

He isn't expecting interruption, and his furious pacing back and forth across the floor stops suddenly. His fists are clenched tight at his sides as he turns on the spot to face the open door, narrowed eyes trying to make sense of the darker figure that looms against the empty space.

There is only a slight hesitation before darkness moves and light disappears into black hair and angry, almost cold eyes. He doesn't take note of the difference at first, opening his mouth so that brash words spill out to cover the abrupt clench that seems to center itself somewhere under his ribs.

"I came out here to be alone. If you're here because my guards are gone, Heika, you'll need to

[yuuri_maou]

The Maou is .... unimpressed with Wolfram’s attitude and so lets it pass for the moment. He’s more interested in his fiancé’s rather bedraggled appearance. The blue uniform jacket is missing and his shirt partially opened to show a bit of his pale chest. Wolfram’s hair too has been disturbed, like someone has been excessively touching it. His eyes narrow and he lets himself into the room, closing the door behind him and looking around pointedly. As far as he can tell, there is no one else in the room besides the two of them. But that does not abide his anger.

“Indeed, are you spending the night alone, Wolfram?” he says coldly. “I’d hate to think that I interrupted anything.”

[goldenbishounen]

There's a moment where it seem the accusation hasn't sunk in, a point where all he can do is stand still and let wide eyes follow the same sweep of the room just made by the Maou. In reality, it is far less than a moment, or even half of one, before he recogonizes the heavy stress laid across the words the Maou has spoken and his mouth curls up on one side in an angry snarl.

"You think I have so little respect for Mazoku traditions as that?" The question is spit out, practically flung down between them, the words that follow falling in hard, loud challenge. "It was never I that made a mockery of our engagement. I was not the one who would have willingly given up if it came to another making challenge for the right to wed

[yuuri_maou]

He chuckles, deep and low in his chest, “Of course I did,” and runs his hand down Wolfram’s flank, molding into the contours of their fiancé’s body. “That was not the focus of my point, however.”

Slender, strong fingers sink further into his hair as he rolls over on top of Wolfram, holding his weight up off the boy with his arms braced on either side of shoulders that are beginning to bare the impressions of his fingers. The abused areas of Wolfram’s neck are also turning a dusky purple and their skin is starting to stick together in places. The kindest thing would be to get up now and tend to the cleanup before the aches set into the young demon’s body, but the Maou is loath to leave the warmth of them. Comfortably still within the prince’s arms, his gaze grows fond as he looks Wolfram over, the gently sated smile and the peaceful green eyes, and for a moment it is Yuuri who looks softly out of the eyes of this form that is not quite his, and yet completely his