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❝ You're up late. Come to bed already. See? You've got me fussing over you now. ❞ Arms loosely wrapped around Claude from behind, chin settling atop his head as he studied whatever Claude was writing below. Schemes, no doubt. Yet the hour was late, and the bed cold without Claude. ❝ You can afford to take a break. ❞ Sylvain could not help but yawn, ❝ C'mon, darling, it's dark out now, and I wanna go to bed, but I also want you there. ❞

burdens of a leader mandate absolute focus on the war effort, conjuring strategy upon strategy, a scheme for each strategy, a scheme for each strategy, another strategy atop a strategy, A SCHEME FOR A SCHEME !! complex web of a leader intermingled with responsibilities of a tactician much too frequently for his liking ; though that veritable truth shall never deter him from the path to his dreams / somehow, each step forward lulled him to believing that long road will soon have its distance cut short, short ’till that once elusive paradise of serenity was within arm’s grasp —— but alas, reality masked each step closer, forging a faux reality in which endless cycle prevails, akin to those paintings that present an infinitely looping world. never ending, a perpetual struggle, that is what he must accept. / no, no, THIS STRATEGY’S ALL WRONG !

with each passing thought, previous fallacies // once obscured by darkness & bog of mind // are illuminated with each subsequent plan. each calculations’ error becomes apparent, very foundation of his plan falls ( risks far higher than he’s willing to attempt, allies’ precious lives still human, nary tools of war to carve dream’s form. what is his dream if not to share with the people, who strive to aid him in this perilous journey ? ). it frustrates him. ire itself snakes lithe digits underneath the edges of impervious mask, its gentle force enough to paint canvas of his face with itself — pair of furrowed brows, accompanied by grit teeth, CREASED FOREHEAD, an impassioned conflagration that sparked in those verdant orbs that once held nature’s divine peace. it is the guilty catalyst that urges mind to remain ignorant of time, as if each passing minute did not further invoke cruel deity ( speak its name : time. ) that muses of a dreadful future should his plan prove lackluster. it’s frustrating, it’s frustrating, IT’S FRU ————— huh ?

evoked is a gasp from his lips, jolting slightly in his seat as gems of his eyes dart quickly to identify pair of strong limbs around him. perhaps being too lost in his work is something that may now guilt him a smidge, realization dawning that these arms belong to his beloved, albeit simply viewing them shouldn’t have been what evinced that ; no, mere way they wrapped around him should serve as sufficient indicator ! their touch is indelible, warmth they offered unique & a treasure that many dreamed of ( oh, how fantastical were his hugs ), proven reality by subsequent quietude that quelled earlier vexations, dying ember that allows for relaxed grin to curve corners of his lips, curvature remaining as such in his arms.

sylvain was the only one he could recall, in all his years of living, to make him feel this sense of security. their love was a meticulously crafted puzzle that could not be solved by only one pair of hands, but necessitate the use of two pairs, a divine love forged by none other than they. it was devotion. it was trust. it was communication. it was love at every angle, it was sweet as it was painful, it was theirs & theirs alone to share with each other. claude wouldn’t have it any other way, & he finds solace in that.

❛ oh, sorry. ❜ comes gentle but firm voice, brushing against the lowest tonality as lids shut to bask in rarity of this moment. sylvain’s delicate acts of affection come in abundance, time’s eyes may attest to that, though any memory of being asked to retire to bed eludes him. particularly from sylvain ; could this be the first of many occurrences ? even he doesn’t know. dwelling on such a topic is something he’d rather not do at current, for his thoughts couldn’t stop returning to sylvain. he was the sun that shone brilliantly in the woeful skies of his heart when seed of doubt, rooted so deeply at the base of his person, began its conquest of land. even when his sun would hide & beyond the horizon, he never truly stopped shining ; the world continued moving ‘round & ‘round, a silent promise of his renewal. even when he is not at his side, he knows their love to be genuine, sincere, tantalizing. ❛ guess i just lost track of time … ❜ even now, as he speaks of time so frivolously, he recalls the past. those earlier days of past that paved way to beauteous future of their present.

at friend’s return from year long ( really five ) slumber, small influx of those legendary allies begun making their appearance, one by one, to dispose of barbarous thieves, would dare rob the poor of their possessions, notwithstanding innocents wanted naught more than peace during war time. claude’s presence had been initially graved with only the original class of the golden deer ( in some sense, a reunion of leicester alliance folks ), an anticipated event that had been preceded by their promise from five years ago to meet at certain area ; spot where millennium festival was to be held, monastery that once housed them as determined students, flowers of the future, prepared to face against the many challenges life had to offer in pursuit of their dreams. t’was all innocuous, a reunion that rekindled forged bonds that allow not for barriers to hinder any progress ——— platonic, camaraderie, until conflicting feelings arose at the sight of him. the man who’s become his light.

orange locks were undeniably his, distinct hairstyle that forsake once bedhead - like look, opting for more refined appearance — curvature of face slightly different with growth, a kiss from maturity that granted him to bloom, compounded with charming smile that struck envy into nature’s gifts ( for even they could never replicate the jubilation or desire that sparked within claude ), yet what stood the test of time are those caramel hues, subdued & withholding greatest mystery that every part of him burned to solve. though he restrained himself. he must. love is an incurable disease that can initiate the downfall of one, it has the potential to be blessing or curse, it can be an intoxicating reality that could stray one from designated path towards the future. no matter how many smiles they may grace one another with ; how many drinks shared accompanied by laughs & extensive conversations that moon, stars, & sun witnessed at their ignorance of time’s march ; how many battles fought at each other’s side, back - to - back, resolute hearts connecting to escape impending peril, love would never plant its kiss of death on him !

& yet he is the fool who erroneously thought so. but what is man but a pawn on a mission to listen to knowledge’s teachings & rectify those mistaken beliefs whilst conjuring divergent ideals that may fix the status quo ? claude is only man, & he does not resign himself to love ; rather, love’s embrace has sparked a newfound joy in him that is naught but an electrical fire that has created a new song, a song of unity, a song that unites knight & leader ——— he loves it. he loves sylvain. were anyone to assert that loving him is a poison he must immediately renounce, then damned be temptation, for his lips would not resist & drink from the poison that has given life & dreams newer meaning to take on. he hopes for those hands that aided him in solving love’s puzzle shall, likewise, aid him in solving the greater puzzle that will light the road to the paradise of his dreams. a world with a new dawn. a world where peace resonate in the hearts of all. A WORLD WITHOUT BARRIERS. this is the future he envisions ; at his side, sylvain —— his beloved that his heart beats for. love is a virtue, as much as it is a puzzle. he is thankful to have found it.

❛ sorry, mi amor. i didn’t mean to make you worry too much, no más estaba ocupado. ❜ melodious tone is deeply entangled with his voice & for a moment, he thinks it’s his soul way of doing away with previous ire & facilitating the light - hearted moments that never failed to make claude crave more, more. head tilts back, deep breath taken, before lungs pushes a quivering breath past his lips & against sylvain’s chin. lids rise to see him, & was all it took. voice, touch, care. ❛ c’mon, you got my mind off of this. maybe that’s a good thing ! right now, ❜ he stands upright from his seat, turns to tilt head up & marvel at those chocolate hues that captivate him / the stars may shine brightly above us, my love, but none will ever shine brighter than my love for you. / takes step forward & leans in, pressing brief kiss against his lips. fleeting, but similar to the last ones & future kisses to come : full of love. ❛ i’ve only got you on my mind now. so let’s go rest, yeah ? i think my next strategy is finding the quickest way into your arms. ❜

as he moved onward, he knows he’s never alone. as long as he’s by his side, he knows that darkness will never triumph over the light of their love. / @amournful