heeeeyyy guuuuysss here you go, i'm getting there slowly but surely.

Xoxoxoxoxoxo

Ivan stood with Alfred in his arms for what seemed like forever, in the shade of the fey's large wings, both of them completely silent. Suddenly light shone in Ivan's eyes as he pulled his wings to his back his eyes cheerful once again, showing none of the earlier signs of depression. Though, there was a hint of guilty regret that he was willing to voice.

"I should have never brought you here, I am so sorry."

Ivan shook his head, "I am happy to have met you."

All signs of happiness gone, Alfred smiled sadly, "That's why . . . this will make it so much harder for both of us, and I don't think I can bare this again."

"Can't I just stay here with you then" Ivan said in a way that made Alfred gasp.

"We fell in love didn't we . . . ?"

Ivan could only nod in a sad agreement.

"If you stay here . . ." He trailed off almost as if he were scared to complete his sentence in the same breath. After his slight pause he continued, "You cannot be here. You will only lose yourself."

Ivan felt the overwhelming sadness crash into him like a freight train as he realized that he and Alfred might never be together. He had to resign to the fate that he would become like the fey and be disconnected and sad for the rest of his life, and that the blonde himself will become even worse. All because they had to fall in love, and, if he could, Ivan would go back to that night and try to change things, though he knew he would still follow the fey. The scars are deep already and there will beno turning back.

"But . . . no" Alfred thought to himself in fragments. Suddenly he let out a little cry and quickly dragged Ivan into the small hut with hurried force. He began rummaging around until he found the small box that he had given to Ivan. He pulled it from beneath the bed, setting it on the table. He motioned Ivan closer forced him to stoop to the fey's height. He reached around the Russian's and undid the clasp to the pendant, but he did not argue. Alfred began to pick at the emerald until it came loose and pulled it from the silver. Ivan did not say anything as he watched the process, as Alfred mumbled to himself repeatedly, "I knew it seemed so familiar . . ."

Finally, the fey came to place the emerald on top of the orb. For a few seconds, both of them were breathless as the watched, for what, Ivan did not know, but when it happened it was amazing. The emerald seeped into the stone, melting and spreading like a dye turning, the light blue of it turning it a deep amethyst that gave off a warm glow, making Alfred's ocean eyes glisten. He smiled and whispered ferociously, "How could I be so stupid!"

With a burst of speed he took off with the small orb, dragging Ivan with him. The ran through the woods, Alfred deftly jumping over tree roots and vines and weaving through large trunks like a proud buck, as Ivan struggled to keep up. He would stop occasionally, but only for a slight look around before taking off again in a new direction. The whole time a deep purple shone brighter and brighter right next to his heart where the fey held the orb. His breathing was frantic and wild, and the farther they ran the clumsier he became stumbling, but catching himself in one deft movement before moving on.

Out of nowhere, he stopped and Ivan soon followed behind him looking at him as if he were insane. But when the Russian looked around he realized where exactly they were at.

The stone arch still stood tall amidst the fall trees that he clearly remembered. He had no idea why he was here though. He gave the question to Alfred who answered, "We are going home now."

"We?"

The blonde did not bother to say anything, instead he threw the orb at the base of the arch and a burst of light erupted from it. Like liquid fire, it traveled up the pillars, causing intricate patterns to form over it like vines until it all met in the middle. Something like water curtained down but then everything was once again normal. Ivan knew exactly what the fey had done, but he did not know how. Alfred seemed proud of himself.

But as soon as the excitement cam it was gone, and both of them stood together in the loneliness of the forest. Ivan's smile faded at the sight of the other's grief which was clearly evident. He looked over Ivan and placed hands on his shoulders, saying, "Do you want to hear a story?"

Ivan only nodded.

"The man I had once loved, has grown old now, in fact he is no longer alive. That old lady was his wife in the world of you humans. I am glad now that he was able to find love." He stopped and gave a shaky breath before continuing, "70 years ago I gave that pendant and orb to him so that he may come to me any time and that I may come to him. Together they are able to force open Stonehenge, but when he was gone I found the small box left on my table. After that, I was devastated. As soon as it had opened I went the other side, even though I had no idea what I was looking for, but then I found you. You know the rest of it."

He took hold of Ivan's hand and pulled him through the Stonehenge, and when they came to the circle Ivan stopped him, "Wait, what about you?"

Alfred smiled sadly, "I'll be alright."

He pulled Ivan through the only open door and they came out to the dark woods where Alfred dragged him to god only knows how long ago. They stood there for a while before the fey said, "Ivan I think you have your answers now."

"To what?"

"Who you are and where you want to be."

Ivan realized what he was saying and he stepped forward to the blonde wrapping his arms around a slender waist. He said, "I want to be here with you, and I am yours."

"I am yours" Alfred repeated, and at the words the stone arch behind him crumbled with a deafening crash. Ivan jumped back in surprise but the other merely stared at it with a sad longing, "Goodbye to my old home . . . "

xoxoxoxoxox

There you have it, Sweet huh? in the cute sense of the word. . .