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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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My Final Night Alive (1/2) || Simon

I'd changed my clothes before coming home, ridding myself of a uniform I might ever wear again. I wasn't too disappointed in that. The military had once provided a second home for me. A means of survival and a way to provide for my family. It took care of me too well for me to exchange any half-effort. 

Without question, I'd done what was required of me, went where my superiors needed me. And I'd even…I'd even committed immoral acts for the sake of completing a mission. It hadn't been long before the military began to take advantage of my obedience and abuse me. 

So, saying goodbye to the abusive and immoral symbol my uniform was would not faze me.

When I arrived home, I teetered on the edge of hiding in my room for my final night or torturing my soul with the smiles of my family. I chose to see them.

After all, this could be—this probably would be the last night we spent together. And they don't even know.