Urm..yah...still midway through those deadly exams. D: Uhh..this is a product of a sleep worn and shugared mind..and with help from a friend...I give you...MAN ON MAN AKSHUN. Err, its nothing bad, really...just some mental images, I suppose? .. Didn't mean for it to sound melodramatic...the 30th Feb thing was out of a song. xD
Disclaimer: If FE belonged to me, the first scene here would have happened. Woez. But you didn't see it in there, didja? And what does that saaay? But anyway. For now, I present...
Seven Years
Placing ghost kisses on Heath's neck, Legault felt him rake a hand through his hair. He looked up and smiled dangerously. "Why…did you choose me, Legault?" Heath moaned in a heated whisper, gasping midway.
The wyvern rider's breath hitched as Legault nibbled on the crook of his neck. "Hush, my love," the thief pressed his forehead against his lover's own, gently pushing hair out of the rider's eyes.
Their lips had barely touched when the door flew open. A heavily armed wyvern rider with Bern's crest all over his armour sang mockingly, "You can't run, Heath!"
"Shit." Heath's hands flew to button up his shirt in record time, while Legault was already up on his feet, picking off enemies one by one while they were still dazed, what with Legault zipping to and fro.
"GO!" cried Legault, shoving Heath out of the window forcefully, The wyvern rider stumbled, grabbing a spare lance in a swift motion and nearly fell flat on his face onto the grass behind his house. "Now, who wants to die first?" Heath ran as fast as he could after he heard Legault's words from inside his home. He blinked back tears and ran right into the forest.
Seven years later…
Heath's breathing was unsteady and laboured. With each breath he took, he was more and more sure of it.
It was Legault. After all these years…and after nearly giving up on him…he finally appeared…only to delude from his grasp yet again.
"Haaah…what a way to greet me…" Heath winced at the deep gash on his arm, courtesy of Legault.
…the scar over his eye…must have been a parting gift from those Bern wyvern riders…
Heath still remembered those words Legault lightly whispered, pain evident in his voice, "Shall we meet on the 30th of Febuary?"
His words…
There is no 30th Febuary.
He was planning on Heath's death.
(A/N: REVIEWS MAKE TEH WORLD GO ROUND. -hands out cookies- Thats not a bribeee.)