Chapter 2: Sunlight reminiscence
Hey everyone! Here's the second chapter! And a special thanks to those who have reviewed. You guys are awesome!! X3!!
LadyMorgue and Rucchan especially; thank you for your encouraging words and trying to help me improve my writing. I'll try to prevent typos!
xXx The next morning xXx
Wolfram, in a comfortable haze of heat, reluctantly opened his eyes.
Yuuri was still asleep which was evident due to his gentle, deep breathing. The rustling of fabric was heard as Wolfram shifted so that he could better see the Asian boy's face. A fond smile grew on Wolfram's lips. 'It's nice to see him like this, so relaxed.' It pleased the young Bielefeld to watch Yuuri during peaceful times like this: it reminded him of the trust Yuuri placed on him and that he was one of the few people close enough to him to witness this.
And somehow, watching the slow rise and fall of Yuuri's chest made Wolfram's own swell with protectiveness.
He raised his hand to carefully smooth dark hair away from Yuuri's face and tuck it tenderly behind an ear. I wonder if Yuuri will do this next time it's cold?
Wolfram thought about that, and decided that it would be well worth the cold if it did. He wasn't presumptuous enough to actually expect Yuuri to do this the next night or even any other time it wasn't cold. Wolfram knew of Yuuri's phobia of intimacy between men. He was neither blind, nor stupid. But that certainly didn't mean he didn't enjoy the occasional lapse in Yuuri's reservations with him. It did however mean that for something like this to happen again Yuuri would need another excuse.
Unlike what most suspected: Wolfram was well aware of Yuuri's reluctance to be with, not only him but, any male. So it wasn't uncommon for people to question his reasons for staying with the indecisive maou. After all, he had been his fiance for a number of years now so a certain degree of suspicion was to be expected.
However, he didn't stay with Yuuri for the reasons that they often assumed: out of stubbornness, pride or some kind desperate hope for acknowledgement. Some even thought that he stayed in order to increase his own status and wealth; to once again experience the privileges gained by those close to the maou, never mind that the last maou was his own mother.
They didn't know it couldn't possibly be further from the truth.
Hmph, stupid gossiping peasants thinking that nobles lives are all fancy parties and dramatic love lives. Though... they don't even compare to the aristocrats. They're even worse. Wolfram shuddered mentally, having being the target of those rumours since childhood. When Wolfram was small many little girls hadn't been too fond of the fact that a boy was prettier than they were. Until they hit puberty that is...Wolfram cringed inwardly at the thought.
But the reason he stayed was because what he felt for Yuuri was...something incredibly precious. He couldn't bear the thought of having to give up on that, on him.
Wolfram stayed in order to be close to the one he cared for the most; no matter the consequences. 'The only way...' Wolfram's resolve hardened 'the only way I would leave Yuuri willingly is in order to protect him or- green eyes looked down - or if he asked me too.'
Though, I would rather it not come to that...
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It was strange really, Wolfram mused, what Yuuri did last night.
A good while back Wolfram had noticed that Yuuri was actually a very physical person; he loved to touch things in order to express how he felt about them. That's just who he is. Which is why he's always cuddling and holding hands with Greta: exchanging shoulder claps and awkward looking high-fives with Conrad; even Murata would get a cheeky elbow jab when Yuuri was feeling particularly playful.
Wolfram frowned, recalling the time when he had first realised that. In the beginning he was thrilled that he had found out something new about Yuuri that no one else seemed to have noticed; that had somehow made it all the more special.
However when Wolfram had thought about it a little more he'd come to the realisation that Yuuri didn't do anything like that with him. Nothing at all. No boyish behaviour, no gestures of support, not even a hug when he came back from Earth. The only non-essential touch Yuuri had ever given Wolfram was the infamous slap.
Wolfram gave a sad smile at the thought; he had taken that pretty badly. Everyone at the time had wondered why the 'wagamama puu' had been so quite recently.
Upon further speculation he figured that the reason Yuuri didn't touch him was either because he didn't care about him –Wolfram, after caring for Yuuri for so long, found this hard to accept- or, he felt uncomfortable touching him since they were engaged in case Wolfram took it the wrong way.
Wolfram bowed his head resting it against Yuuri's chest; savouring the warm breath in his hair and the weight of arms around his waist.
Fortunately though, after three years of being the maou Yuuri had matured a little. And either consciously or un-consciously he had started to give Wolfram touches here and there. Not much to the casual observer but a significant change to Wolfram. Because it showed that he was finally starting to truly trust him.
It started with slight touches, on the shoulders and hands, Yuuri leaning against Wolfram during carriage rides. It had since gotten much better, as over the last few months it had gotten more and more frequent–Wolframs' smile widened- Yuuri had even taken to hugging Wolfram when he had returned after a long period of separation. Though the first time this had happened (and for quite a few times afterwards) Wolfram had been shocked, if not a little pleased.
Though the best thing about it was that there was no consideration in the touches; Yuuri wasn't doing it consciously to tell Wolfram something, he did it because it came naturally.
Wolfram was entirely grateful for this change, even though Yuuri had called him his best friend for a long time nothing was better than the feeling of truly belonging in Yuuri's close knit group. Being on the outside for whatever reason had been hurtful and confusing. If Yuuri didn't want to marry him why did he propose? And assuming it had been an accident, why didn't he break it off?
It turned out, of course, that Yuuri hadn't wanted to ruin Wolframs' reputation as a noble.
Gwendal, at the time, had actively encouraged the engagement as it strengthened the political standing of the country. It also ensured that the new - and very inexperienced king - would be free of countries trying to provide suitors, and therefore trying to take advantage. Thankfully this seems to have only occurred to Gwendal as everyone else in the country having heard that the new maou had proposed to Wolfram on sight were not surprised, after all the young Lord Bielefeld was renowned for his beauty and had an impressive blood line to boot.
And even if that was the only reason for the proposal, it didn't matter in the end. Yuuri was with him, and because of that he had gotten to know more about the strange Earthians' views on the world and about Yuuri himself.
Wolfram knew he wouldn't want to change that for anything. Yuuri's new perspective had challenged the mazokus' way of life in a way that exceeded all before him. It had also changed his own perspective to such a degree that Wolfram knew had changed drastically from the man he used to be.
'So Yuuri isn't the only one to have matured a little since then' the blonde smirked to himself.
Not that he would admit that to Yuuri of course.
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There you go, there's a little bit of character development for ya! ('cos personally I adore character development X3).
Okay here it is. I'm not sure how to continue the story :( inspiration has escaped again. So if anyone has any ideas/suggestions plot-wise please let me know. Otherwise I may not be able to finish the story and I'd really like to you know? I think I may need a little help. Pretty please with sugar on top? If anyone's shy about suggesting their ideas (as I know I am) you could PM me on my profile. ;3
Thanks for reading!