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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._

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Consequences Of Our Bond (5/6) || Ruith

I awoke to a hot, stretching pain I discovered was Simon's fingers digging into the rawness of one of several bullet wounds on my side. My body jerked forward, nearly brushing him as an agonized moan pulled from me. Simon's other hand came to my shoulder, squeezing remedy into me. 

Sweat dripped from my chin and sank into the tears in my clothing. The smell of iron and sweat and the outside was pungent on our bodies. 

"I know, I know it hurts," he soothed, but his voice shook with torment. "But it won't be good if I can't get this out of you. You passed out from the pain nearly an hour ago. This is the last one."