Garroth's pov
Aphmau begged us to give the stranger a chance. She begged us to get to know him. The rest of the guys aren't to keen on doing that but I would love to make another friend. More the merrier!. That one time I saw him with his hood off showed me my true feelings. I'm gay. I'm not in love with Aphmau the way I thought I was, she's like a sister to me. It's early morning, the sun just rising, a red and orange hue grew in the horizon. I was up before the rest of the guards beside the ones who did night shift. I equip my armour and collect my sword. Today is my day off. Walking into the forest I listen for the sounds of running water. I have recently found out that the hooded man hanged around a small waterfall deep in the forest. Not that I was stalking, no no, I was... Making sure he was safe, yeah that's it. The sound of the waterfall hit my ears. I soon stumble upon the edge of a clearing. In this clearing was a small pond. A crystal clear waterfall falling into the pond. Lushes green grass covered the ground and deep green vines crept up the cliff. A man in a black hoody sat cross-legged at the edge of the pond. His hood was down. I walk out into the clearing. His head turns to look at me. I get met with his sparkling black eyes that glowed like a clear night sky. His face was well chiseled and you could see the scar on the left side of his neck. I was stopped in my tracks by how much I was attracted to him. The stranger turns to face the water again. I recollect myself and sit to the left of him. He doesn't do anything about it so I believe I am fine. "H-hi" I say awkwardly wanting to start a conversation. "Hello" he replies quietly after a long pause. I turn and face him and hold of my right hand. " I'm G-garroth, what's y-your n-n-name?" I question trying my hardest not to be so awkward. I failed. To my surprise he turns to face me, we are still sitting. I'm sitting on my knees and he is still cross-legged. He takes my hand and shakes it. He actually took my offer of a handshake. "Aaron" he mutters under his breath while placing his hands in his lap. "That's a nice name" I say aloud not meaning too. He looked at me like a person would a very hard puzzle, confused, then his expression wentback to relaxed. Neither of us spoke, I was at a lose of words, we sat there practically having a staring competition. I couldn't help but press my lips softly to his. I freak once I realised our lips were connected. He didn't pull away. He didn't push me away. He didn't kiss back. I pull away and look at him once more. His cheeks matched mine, a crimson hue, and his face held a shocked expression. "S-s-soorr-" I started to apologise but was cut short. Our lips were back together, he was kissing me, I kiss him. We kissed until our lunges burned. We sat facing each other, panting, out of breath. I lean in leaving a small peak of a kiss on his scar, on the left side of his neck, returning to my original seating position. He smiles at me, his smile was perfect, I smile back. I love Aaron.