Hello.~ This is my first The Last Story Fanfiction. I think this is a cute crack pairing. I also think their designs go well together. Lol. Ibut do like Zael/Calista, but I just thought I'd write something for this pairing. I'm probably one of the only if the only person who likes Therius/Calista. Lol. Well, anyway, I hope you enjoy!~ I do not own the last story, I do own the plot to this story though!
He was there to comfort her, as he had always been. A shoulder to cry on, a person to hold dear. They were childhood friends once. And he even loves her, but parts of him cannot say that for certain reasons.
When her hand was promised to Lord Jirall he could only sigh. Jirall was a prince of thorns so to speak, breaking ladies hearts and torturing hers'. She did not love him in the least. It was merely an arranged marriage, one for hierarchy.
Therius could hardly bear seeing her cry every day. Everyday Jirall would hurt Calista more and more. Whether emotionally or physically. He was abusive. Therius could hardly stand for it, were Jirall not what he was Therius would beat him senseless for hurting Calista, his Calista. And when a mercenary named Zael had swept her off of her feet, Therius was hurt, but somewhat glad that Calista had someone she loved to turn to. Loved like romance, not mere brotherliness; like he thought he was to her.
But it turned out that Zael had never loved Calista the way that everyone thought he did. He merely saw her as a sister, and told her so before they could marry. This broke Calista's heart, and so she could only run to Therius' shoulder, where she always cried. And so he comforted her, like he always had; holding her in his arms like a true knight to his Lady.
"Shh… Don't cry Calista.." Therius speaks gently holding her as if she were a delicate flower in his arms.
Calista sobs more and more, she cannot stop crying. She loved Zael, and yet, he just broke her heart like that; with the snap of a finger. "Oh,
Th-Therius… I don't know wh-what t-to d-do…"
"Just… Just let it out…" He speaks carefully, trying to think of what to say to her.
"B-But I…" She begins, unable to continue, and just sobs more.
"Shh…" The white haired young man says gently petting the back of her head, her locks of silvery-white hair smooth to the touch.
They say little, sitting there in silence. General Asthar knows this is not a time for him to bother the young ones and leaves closing the door he had cracked to peak in. Therius is silent for a while more while holding the crying Calista. But then he licks his dry lips and speaks, begging to tell a tale. "Once, there was a princess, who was adored by all."
"Th-Therius?" Calista asks as he continues to tell the tale.
"She was very sad; she lived with a family that she know longer knew, was betrothed to a bastard that beat her when he was upset, and had fallen in-love with a peasant who didn't really love her back."
"Wh-What are you talking about, Th-Therius?"
"Yet, the girl has one friend, a friend who holds her dear to his heart. A friend that loves her so much…"
"… Th-Therius…?" Her sobbing slowly stops as she looks up at him.
"… Yes, Calista?" He says softly continuing to run his fingers through her hair.
"…" Calista pauses briefly before speaking; slowly taking her words into account. "Is that friend… You?"
Therius smiles briefly, seeing that she understood the analogy and how he finally felt about her. "… Yes.. Yes, it is…" The words trickle out, positive and blank, kind and soft, gentle and sweet.
"I had no idea…" Calista says quietly as she's looking down towards the marbled floors of the castle.
Therius sighs lightly shifting uncomfortably on the velvety red couch that they are sitting upon. "I…" He contemplates, does her have the heart to say it? Of course he does, he just doesn't know how Calista would react to those three simple words. Yet, he says it anyway as he looks towards the stain glass window in the room. "I love you, Calista."
Therius' arm retracts itself from around Calista's side as she stares blankly at him. She then looks sadly down at the floor once again. "I don't know what to say."
And of course she doesn't with a confession such as that. "I'm sorry." The white haired young man says delicately begging to stand up.
"No, don't go!" The silvery-white haired young lady grabs his arm and pulls him back to down to be sitting with her once more. He stares at her, albeit a bit shocked at her reaction. "Don't go…" She says and then continues. "Stay with me a little longer?"
The offer stands and he is surprised by it. The only words he can mange to muster are. "… Alright.."
Calista smiles at him lovingly and carefree. "If that's how you feel… Then, I shall do my best to see if I feel the same."
"Are you sure…?" Therius' words come out breathlessly as he stares at her beauty.
"Yes, I am.." Calista says smiling calmly.
"Alright then…" Therius smile back at her, moving a stray hair from her face with his hand. Calista grabs his hand and hold it gently, but tightly at the same time.
I hope you enjoyed my story.~ I hope to add more chapters.