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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._

_Haven · 奇幻
分數不夠
83 Chs

Threatening A Takeover (1/2) || Ruith

The next night, we arrived at a motel where Nell and Simon had chosen to rendezvous. I knew not where we were, but Simon would eagerly point to his map whenever I was curious and explain which state we were in. We'd traveled through many on our journey from this country's West Coast to the East. 

 

I didn't mind that we'd spend another night in a motel. I was actually looking forward to it. Yes, the tiny homes—rooms—were uncomfortably humid and itched my nose with dust, but also, it was a box to be confined in with the most significant person in my life. Every night, we could relax a little. Talk aimlessly while eating and laughing like our worlds weren't crumbling beneath calamities. And whenever comfortable silence befell us, Simon would click on the television—a remarkable piece of technology that displayed pictures on a screen while telling stories.

 

It was marvelous.