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Pining Through Calamity (Bromance)

Two hundred years ago was the domain war between humans and elves. The result: a third of the human world seized by the elven power. Ruith is a gentle and sensitive elven prince, too passive to succeed his father, the king of Ophinem’s Meadow Province, now that his elder brother has passed away unexpectedly. Simon is a dutiful and heroic human soldier, willing to sacrifice anything to provide for his family in the slums. However, he is dying from a disease even the military’s advanced technology cannot cure. Time for him is running out. When the two encounter by chance in the human world, an instant and adoring friendship blooms. Too consumed with each other, their demanding responsibilities are forgotten until the antagonism their races hold against each other catches fire. Together the pair faces severe consequences for their forbidden bond that they desperately attempt to overcome in order to escape another war that could eradicate everything they love and pry them away from each other. A character-driven story about opposing worlds, forbidden bonds, royalty, politics, magic, religion, and philia love. {Warnings: contains angst, betrayal, violence, revenge, and mentions/depictions of suicide & self harm.} *Note*: In this story, elves are reinvented according to my imagination and how their design will nourish the plot. They do not follow the rules traditional to their design. [ This story centers affectionate friendships between men. ] Cover art: Ai Art Generated by Hamzataliu on Pinterest! Tik Tok: @ _hav.en_ Instagram: @_hav.en._

_Haven · Fantasy
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83 Chs

Feelings Of Inadequacy (1/3) || Simon

I gave the bathroom door a few light knocks; they were loud enough that Ruith would hear me if he hadn't fallen asleep in the bath but also quiet enough to ignore if he just wanted to relax on his own for a while. 

 

But then his soft voice came from behind the door, inviting me in, and I practically raced inside, desperate to help Ruith in any way I could. I entered with my eyes closed, which earned me a breathy chuckle from my friend that bounced around the walls of my heart. His amusement was weak, his soft laugh not even more than a wheeze despite the few hours it'd been since Nell had cut the bullets from his shoulder.