Has mentions of boy/boy relationship, also a biiiit angsty sort of.
Even if it had been days, weeks, or even months since the battle, Ephraim was restless. He was constantly wallowing in his daydreams. All. The. Damn. Time. His fingers, made strong and stable by years of lance-wielding, weaved into his blue-green hair. They gripped the messy strands, and he almost tore them from his head. He was sitting on his bed, elbows resting on his thighs. The young prince groaned a little, he thought that he had escaped the flashes from the past, but they were never ending.
"Your friend is gone, dead!"
"Please... kill me..."
"Ephraim... I'm so... so glad..."
"Thank you! I love the gift."
"Ephraim, the king demands that you learn this!"
"Stop! Don't...!"
"I'm... sorry..."
"You're my best friend!"
"My name is Lyon. The Prince of Grado."
"I love you, you idiot!"
I l o v e you
He didn't even notice when the waterworks had started. The young prince grit his teeth and bit on his knuckles to avoid the scream of frustation that was welling up inside him. Damn that Demon King Fomortiis, taking the life of poor Lyon... and as much as he wanted to drive his lance until that wretched devil was only dust, he could not. For Fomortiis was dead, sealed away by him and his sister. But, even more important, he had promised Lyon. In the lavender haired prince's final moments, Ephraim had agreed to the fragile prince's request. He would live, and he would rebuild the shattered bond between Renais and Grado. Even if he had to do it with a fleeting head of lavender hair, and a broken heart. He couldn't go back on that promise- for it was the last one he had made with him.
But, he only hoped that he wouldn't get lost and drown in the painful memories.