It is 3:00 am. I am at work. I am very tired. This is all I can manage...I think a rock is in my shoe...
White Emotions
The chill of the pearly night air didn't even reach Lereath. He stood at the head of his vast army of black armored soldiers. Each one twisted and molded into an image of his liking. He had carved his own kingdom to his preference and as such, carved into the souls of the men behind him, making them creatures of an unrelenting obedience.
That damned Herald in front of him. As beautiful as Lereath himself and he couldn't help but feel a crushing desire to rend Herald-Mage Vanyel's very being and transform him into something even greater, something he could own. Atramentous black eyes locked with argentite silver.
Lereath came awake all at once. He lay perfectly still, eyes closed as he fought off a distortion of reality from his dream of Foresight. One slender finger twitched, he felt a single hair tickle his nose, the hollow tremor of complete silence was deafening.
"Something must be done," his whisper filling that hollow void all around him. I will not let Vanyel ruin my glory. He must not stand in my way. I will find a way to wholly destroy him.
-.-.-
"I would rather wrap my lips around yours…" Arching one eyebrow, Tylendel set aside the apple he was about to bite as he tempted Vanyel. The two lovers lay stretched out side by side in their secluded patch of forest. A picnic of soft cheese and fruits spread out above their heads.
Without a word, Vanyel shifted so that half his body was on top Lendel's, propping his body up on an elbow. Ebony hair cascaded down over one shoulder and brushed against Lendel's cheek. With a smile playing on his lips, the older boy reached up and let his hands fall through the silken hair.
The warm summer air was still but not stifling and with a devious look, Vanyel bent down so that their lips almost touched, "You'll have to earn my kisses!" And with that, he abruptly rolled away and sprinted off.
Without missing a beat, Lendel was on his feet a second later, laughing as he tackled his love around the legs. Spilling to the grass cushioned floor, Vanyel struggled to crawl away as Tylendel clambered up his legs and onto his back.
Both laughed as they began to wrestle, oblivious to the pine needles and moss sticking to their hair and cloths. The smell of dirt and trees hung in the air. Trying to get his knees under himself, Vanyel was thrown again to the ground as Lendel chucked all his weight down to prevent the intended escape.
"You can't get away! I demand a kiss as payment for your freedom!" Tylendel breathed into Vanyel's ear as he put his palms over Vanyel's hands and twined their fingers together.
"What if I never want to be freed of you?"
-.-.-
With growing obsession, Lereath slept through the days. He couldn't stop himself. He was infatuated. To see Vanyel every time he fell into a slumber was both gratifying and infuriating. The young man called to him as the magic in the earth called. He needed it, wanted it, must have it. No matter what.