Hey everyone, guess who hasn't been here in let's see...ever and a day?! Sorry loves...Anyways...
Rating: T, for mild suggestive themes such as Boy on Boy and Betrayal
Anime: Kyo Kara Maoh!, God(?) Save Our King
Disclaimer: I do not own this anime or characters...sadly.
Dedicated: To Ash aka my beloved lecherous sage! 3
I roleplay as Wolfram von Bielefeld on Instagram and have a Yuri and Murata, after Wolfram and Murata had a rather...interesting interaction the kitchen I began to wonder and bam...this was born. To find my Wolfram account on Instagram search Little_Lord_Brat if you are interested we need every character except King Yuri, Lord Wolfram, and Ken Murata.
Based on the song: Daylight by Maroon 5 { watch?v=N17FXwRWEZs}
THANKS TO SUCH AN AMAZING RESPONSE BY EVERYONE REVIEWING THIS HERE ALONG WITH OTHER LOCATIONS I AM GOING TO CONTINUE THIS, TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY. PLEASE STAY TUNED!
The blonde's hands slid across the white silky material, 'why did it feel so cold?'
He picked up the veil and placed it gently on his head, 'it is so close now.'
He turned to look in the mirror, his hidden face red, tears pooling in his emerald green eyes. 'Why am I so sad? I have waited for this moment for so long, why do I feel so sad?'
"Lord Bielefeld?" That quiet voice, so obviously a young teen, but not just any teen. Wolfram von Bielefeld, the young blonde lord, didn't even have to turn to know who it was.
"Well, if it isn't the lewd and great sage," he mutters a small smirk on his sad face. They boy behind him suddenly smiled softly, his glasses completely hid his eyes and his dark black hair was also an accomplice.
"You will look beautiful tomorrow," he says softly walking closer. Wolfram chuckled dryly, with absolutely no humor.
"It's true, Shibuya is a very lucky man."
Wolfram felt a knot in his stomach, that's right Shibuya, Yuri, was his fiance, his love – then why was his face so red as he felt the sage get closer, and closer.
"I can't lie," the sage whispered now just behind the blonde lord, "I'm a little jealous," he whispered in his ear as he wrapped his arms around his waist.
Wolfram's heart jumped to his throat, the sage's hands, so familiar, so comforting. 'Don't cry,' Wolfram bit his lip trying hard not to let a single tear roll down his burning cheeks.
"M-Murata," why did his voice sound so much like a sob?
"Hmm...?" Wolfram turned in the boy's arms to look up into his dark chocolate eyes.
"Th-This..." The tears began to fall, his lip slowly being cut by the Lord's teeth.
"Shhh..." Murata whispered lifting the veil slowly, "Don't cry dear," his voice calm though inside he too was breaking.
"It's so unbecoming of the King's consort on the eve of their wedding."
He leaned in and kissed his lips softly, gently, he knew this would be their last night. After this his fire mage would be taken, claimed – but tonight he wasn't. Tonight was still theirs...at least until daylight.
Comments and critique is always welcome, just please be kind! :) haha Or not, I'll just laugh at you.