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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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Unravel And Bleed On Me (2/2) || Ruith

Silence clung to the slow passing minutes we stared at each other for. And when Simon's lips parted without room for a response, I grew anxious. Did he still crumble inside, hesitant that I could not be a strong enough glue to piece him together? 

Or perhaps he was unsatisfied with my response? Had I unknowingly belittled his problems? I repeated the words in my mind, now somewhat embarrassed at the possibility that they hadn't made any sense. I knew well that I wasn't a proficient speaker. Advice was not something others should come to me for, and yet, I had given it. Where had it come from? 

"I'm sorry," Simon whispered. The silence retreated and removed its knives from me. 

My brows lifted. "Why are you sorry?"

He tried to scoot closer, but our connected knees wouldn't allow it. He leaned forward instead. "For making you talk about last night. That wasn't my intention. I saw how…broken you were."