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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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Safe Until The Night Ends (1/5) || Simon

I was floating. Far enough into my mind to feel like I was underwater and my body the far-from-reach surface I swam further away from. I felt detached from everything. My limbs, the cool air tickling my face, the incredibly soft blanket covering my naked body. Even pieces of my identity were lost, buried in a cave underwater somewhere, hiding from me—almost as if to keep me protected from the helplessness of it. 

I'd learned to come to this place—where I both sank and floated—sometime during the past few months, knowing that it pulled me away from the pain. That no one could touch me while I was here. Hurt me. That a fist couldn't connect with my ribcage at full force, and a blade could not use my face as a canvas to draw on. Retreating deeply into myself had become an addictive way to escape the torture from both my own colleagues and the elves that had captured me invading their lands. 

Was I still in the elven world? I couldn't tell.