Perfect [the apprentices, PG]
Title: Perfect
Claim: Ansem's Apprentices
Written For: kingdom100, prompt- 015. Sexuality (if you turn your head and squint? XD;)
Type/Rating: angstish/PG
A/N: kay, as a result of... things happening in my life, this turned out more serious than intended. :3. Well, I guess even Even has his serious moments.. :O
The sunlight slanted through the tall windows of the castle library, as Even dashed through the tall barricades of his favorite hiding place. He finally skidded around a corner and fell against the dusty shelves, his heart pounding so loudly he was certain it was audible throughout the castle.
Panic rose like bile in the back of his throat, and he fought it down, hugging his knees to his chest.
It wasn't just shock, or surprise. I mean, Dilan and Braig were the worst kept secret in Radiant Garden. So really, it was Even's fault that he didn't knock, right?
But that shouldn't have almost brought on a panic attack, sending Even flying down the hallways to the safety of the library.
And it hurt. It shouldn't hurt. His heart shouldn't hurt.
He squeezed his eyes shut. This was... unscientific, irrational, and JUST PLAIN STUPID.
But he couldn't ignore the facts for long, not when they'd been staring him in the face for months now.
Fact: When he walked in on Dilan and Braig in a rather compromising state of undress a few minutes ago, his gaze had inadvertently zeroed in on Braig's face. Braig's happy, smiling face.
Fact: At this moment, he had experienced a feeling rather akin to being stabbed repeatedly in the heart.
Fact: Even was jealous.
Fact: Even liked Braig.
Fact: EVEN LIKED BRAIG.
Even swallowed, his green eyes wide. I... WHAT?!
A tear squeezed out of the corner of his eye as his realized two more gravely important things.
Fact: He could never have him. Never in a thousand years.
Fact: If things were any different from how they were... Braig... wouldn't be Braig.
He let his head fall to his knees and for the first time since he was a toddler, Even cried.
Because Dilan was perfect for Braig. Because they were happy.
He cried for the way things were, and the way things had to be.
The next day, Even was back to his snarky, sarcastic self - he didn't pull his verbal punches, smirked as he teased Braig about the sappy smile on his face, snorted at the suggestion that he'd run away because his system was too fragile to handle it.
He died a little on the inside, but in a way... it was fine.
It was perfect like this.
Claim: Ansem's Apprentices
Written For: kingdom100, prompt- 015. Sexuality (if you turn your head and squint? XD;)
Type/Rating: angstish/PG
A/N: kay, as a result of... things happening in my life, this turned out more serious than intended. :3. Well, I guess even Even has his serious moments.. :O
The sunlight slanted through the tall windows of the castle library, as Even dashed through the tall barricades of his favorite hiding place. He finally skidded around a corner and fell against the dusty shelves, his heart pounding so loudly he was certain it was audible throughout the castle.
Panic rose like bile in the back of his throat, and he fought it down, hugging his knees to his chest.
It wasn't just shock, or surprise. I mean, Dilan and Braig were the worst kept secret in Radiant Garden. So really, it was Even's fault that he didn't knock, right?
But that shouldn't have almost brought on a panic attack, sending Even flying down the hallways to the safety of the library.
And it hurt. It shouldn't hurt. His heart shouldn't hurt.
He squeezed his eyes shut. This was... unscientific, irrational, and JUST PLAIN STUPID.
But he couldn't ignore the facts for long, not when they'd been staring him in the face for months now.
Fact: When he walked in on Dilan and Braig in a rather compromising state of undress a few minutes ago, his gaze had inadvertently zeroed in on Braig's face. Braig's happy, smiling face.
Fact: At this moment, he had experienced a feeling rather akin to being stabbed repeatedly in the heart.
Fact: Even was jealous.
Fact: Even liked Braig.
Fact: EVEN LIKED BRAIG.
Even swallowed, his green eyes wide. I... WHAT?!
A tear squeezed out of the corner of his eye as his realized two more gravely important things.
Fact: He could never have him. Never in a thousand years.
Fact: If things were any different from how they were... Braig... wouldn't be Braig.
He let his head fall to his knees and for the first time since he was a toddler, Even cried.
Because Dilan was perfect for Braig. Because they were happy.
He cried for the way things were, and the way things had to be.
The next day, Even was back to his snarky, sarcastic self - he didn't pull his verbal punches, smirked as he teased Braig about the sappy smile on his face, snorted at the suggestion that he'd run away because his system was too fragile to handle it.
He died a little on the inside, but in a way... it was fine.
It was perfect like this.