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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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I'll Follow You Into The Dark (1/2) || Ruith

His lashes are so pale.

 

He's so cold…

 

…and gray.

 

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One weighted foot after the other, my chest nursing a gaping heart while I cradled the human I adored.

 

My legs were patterned with wounds from the iron bullets I hadn't been able to dodge while protecting Simon's body, and they buckled with every step. I had nearly lost my life trying to flee the Capital with him. I'd run as far as my battered legs would take me, with Simon in my arms and hope channeling out of me before I ultimately collapsed.

 

To dig out the bullets, I'd had to stop running, and because of those moments dedicated to recovery, Simon had died.

 

He was gone.

 

There hadn't been a single human around who would have willingly ignored what I was to help him. And I'd tried everything to tap into my power to save him, but all it had done was dangerously attract attention.