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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

Soaring Hope Leads To Falling Heroes (3/5) || Simon

Nell whipped her head from me to the man, realizing there were indeed similarities between our appearances, while Ruith grew concerningly attentive to my injured leg. I knew that look in his eyes, that disastrous protectiveness that consumed him whenever he saw me hurt. 

 

"Simon, are you sure that's him?" he asked distractedly, gaze narrowing in angst as blood slowly leaked from the rip in my leg. I could tell he was trying to calculate how I'd gotten it. 

 

The man before us perched on his desk and removed his glasses to clean the lenses calmly on his vest. When he returned them to his eyes, he studied me with a smile that was almost…warm. Containing all the soft and welcoming characteristics of flickering candlelight. My heart melted from the heat of it. 

 

Part of me wanted to turn into a puddle right here, while another wanted to approach the familiar man and hold him close to me. 

 

I didn't know what to do with myself.