(A/N) If you're homophobic, I really suggest leaving this now. This contains fluff of a sort between two men. If you can handle it, continue on. :) –Ancestral Romance
Kyle discreetly made his way into the forest. He'd double checked to make sure no one had seen him leave the castle. It had been a few years since the war of stones ended and they had won. King Ephraim had made many changes, good changes- but nothing too radical. Kyle doubted that new laws protecting the rights of such… atrocities would ever be made in his life time. Regardless, Kyle would not waste time thinking about things that could never be. He continued to make his way into the forest.
He came to a moonlit clearing, void of life except the center. There, in the middle, Forde was on his back, arms tucked behind his head. Kyle smiled at the serenity of the scene. Forde looked so peaceful. Forde turns his head to Kyle and smiles, the moonlight lighting up his facial features exquisitely. Kyle walked to him and sat on the grass beside him. He propped himself up with his hands and gazed up at the stars.
Forde then supports himself with his elbows and smiled at Kyle. There needed to be no words between the two of them- they didn't need any to describe this feeling. Kyle laid on the grass, and Forde followed suit.
Kyle moved his hand to grab Forde's slightly smaller hand. Forde squeezed Kyle's hand, and then laced their fingers together. Kyle's breath hitched for a moment and he let out a loud sigh. He closed his eyes, and pictured that for a moment, Forde and he could have their perfect life together.
Kyle awoke to Forde rubbing his shoulder. He must have fallen asleep; he had been missing a lot of sleep lately. Forde pointed silently to the sun coming up. Kyle knew he had stayed too long; sleeping had taken his sense of time from him. He had to get back to the castle before anyone knew he'd been missing for the night.
He gave Forde a frown. He didn't want to go yet- they'd hardly had any time together tonight. He was greedy; he wanted more time with this wonderful person. He knew that as soon as larks started to sing, they would have to go back to what everyone thought they were. They would have to go back to bickering and pretending that their intense rivalry mattered more than anything else. He didn't want to leave this yet. Forde, knowing his pain and unwillingness, understands. Yet, he urges Kyle to leave.
At that moment, a bird begins to sing the first song of the morning. Kyle knows now is the time to get back. Forde pulls him forward. Their lips brush in a moment of bliss. Forde pushes him away. Kyle swoops in for one lass kiss, to cherish until the next time they can both secretly meet.
Another bird sings and Kyle nods at Forde and begins to leave the clearing. He smiles over his shoulder and walks faster, sticking to the shadows. Kyle lived for moments like these.
(A/N) I don't think this is too intense for any major hate, but I really hope that people headed my warning and didn't read this just to hate the romance I wrote. Anyways. I really have a thing for reading and writing. I've never really wrote homosexual romance, even stuff I never put on here. Regardless, I really love ideas of forbidden or taboo love. It's an exciting subject to read, let alone write. This drabble (is that what this is?), just wrote itself. I think Kyle and Forde's relationship could be used to make great taboo romance. I hope everyone who's read this enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. A song for this small fiction: Cradle of Love by Billy Idol. I think it kind of deals with the same type of sensitive subject, still dealing with forbidden love.
Well. Until next time, -Ancestral Romance
