A/N: What perfect number to this fic. 15…Is how old I'm gonna be next year~ And also the final chapter. Yes, you heard me. This. Is. The. Last. Chapter. I have a bad habit at ending things SHORT. If it does, I apologize. Now time to get typing and see how it turns out (and hopefully it'll come out decent.)
1. The umbrella means…y'know when people carve those hearts in trees that has the initials of one person plus (+) the initials of the other? Meaning "together forever." (Mind you, it's BAD. Don't kill the trees. D:) They (Japanese) use an umbrella. :D Hehehe, got an idea about our lovely pairing here?
2. My sister gave an idea of Adam and Eve (although I'm non-religious) and the apple. The apple sparked curiosity in Albel, and maybe he would (or would not) have been better off not knowing picking it up at all to only find the documents.
3. The wound on Albel's hand…you'll see.
4. In the beginning, Albel thought he was the predator. But in the last chapter, he thought that as well 'cause Fayt wouldn't struggle. But since he read those papers, he was Fayt's victim all along.
5. And now I think I covered everything~
Summary: What are the odds of a noble swordsman with a self-absorbed egoism to be swayed by such a frail boy in the cold streets of Airyglyph? .:Albel/Fayt:.
Extra Notes: 'Thoughts' are gonna be written in italics. Sophia singing will be "like this." (and in a separate line break.) Some parts will be used. Rushed? W/e. By the way, this scenario of a happy ending was the only one I could think of to prove the love between them. Anyone wanna know the alternative ending? (The sad ending) Just PM and I'll tell ya~ I actually preferred the sad ending over the happy. …That sounds weird to say. xD
Dedication: A new dedication. For getting me off my pitiful mood and to just update this story, Rose-Dragonfire. Thank you, without you…I might have never updated this at all. ;D
Disclaimer: From the very first chapter, I have repeated the same thing OVER and OVER again. And even now it will not change. I. DON'T. OWN. ANYTHING. Not even the Hoobastank lyrics. Comprende?
WARNING: This ending is…CHEESY. Rose-Dragonfire…when you get to the very end, this is one of the main reasons WHY I DIDN'T WANT TO KEEP GOING. Time to face any reviews I get. I am deeply frightened, no lie…Go ahead and turn back while you still have the chance. Good luck handling this accident prone, I don't think you'll even like this. Urgh.
Song of choice/Playlist: I have five in store for this chapter, two 'instrumental/classical', and two that is 'normal', and the other will be Sophia's song (since she sang last time, too. I'm aware the song I chose is sung by a guy, but when sung by a girl it sounds nice as well.) Go ahead; you're free to choose which one~! Just in case you have different preferences! Artist first, song next. Got it? Good.
~.I.I.I.I.I.I.I.I.I.I.~
Miranda Cosgrove – About you now
Jun with Alison - Sunkiss drop ~Alison side~
Hoobastank – The reason
String fever – Bolero
D.J. Amuro - AA
~.I.I.I.I.I.I.I.I.I.I.~
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Serendipity
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Love
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"The penalty is apparent, therefore…" The King grew unyielding, eyeing the shaking teen and leaving the pause to drag on the point of anxiety for both Albel and Fayt in this ineluctable situation, "Under my command, Fayt Leingod will be sentenced to—"
This was it. Everything has been brought back to haunt Fayt for his foolish acts and stupidity revolting against the nation of Airyglyph, the several inhabitants that were hoping to have a straight forward win and instead where baffled hearing the nasty rumors about the 'traitor'. And speaking of a win, Fayt never heard who won the war between the two fiery nations. The blue haired gulped, his doom would surely judge his life in latter of hope and despair. The blame – all the blame will be burdened on his soul for the next life to come and whilst dreading all the possibilities of death or torture—the guillotine, hanging, the dripping water method, drowning, flagellation, burned on a stake, the iron maiden device, spiked, the rectal pair, whipped, pincers to tear off his flesh, boiled in oil, bootikens, the wheel—how endless it seemed.
Albel turned away, clawing his arm throughout his bitter impatience. A part of him wanted Fayt to suffer the worst of consequences, the boy was a traitor and deserved that much. And yet Albel couldn't bring himself to say anything in Fayt's defense to avoid any odds of death or something alike of the sort. Woltar kept his eyes fixed on King with a smile. His royalty let one thing slip after truly encountering the blunette that scrambled his final decision. And so the King took a prolonged sigh, his lips twitching upwards, "—scrubbing every inch of this castle, not a single maid is to assist on your punishment."
Fayt's verdant eyes grew as large as saucers, blinking rapidly as gave himself a light slap on his head. It wasn't a dream and it pretty much enlightens the situation. His punishment for revolting against the nation, being the traitor to a large population, giving the plans to the enemy all concludes to cleaning? To make sure he wasn't hearing things, Fayt glanced over to at chuckling Woltar and a physically twitching Albel Nox. His green orbs went back on the King, at the very least he wasn't the only one astonished and could rest assure that this is the King's answer.
"You may have conspired against us, giving Aquios more of a chance to win."
Fayt scratched the back of his head with a nervous laughter, the King's words smite the teen like a knives prickling into his body at a constant rate.
"However…it brought us to form a treaty. The harsh penalty meant for you has been uplifted because of Nel Zelpher—you should ask her for the details—and my own reasoning. Fayt Leingod, you did save me from those invaders that almost accomplished taking my life in order to gain power, to that is why I owed you." The King felt gladly satisfied in the entire verdict making as his eyes witness Fayt grinning out of relief. His eyes then adverted at Albel watching the scene in utter silence, "And Albel." His commanding voice manages to snap the swordsman from his thought, "Lady Zelpher would like to have a word with you outside as soon as possible."
The scarlet hued acrimoniously strode out of the main chamber—slightly disappointed by Fayt's sentence but at ease the blue haired emerald hued teen was spared from death—completely unpleased to waste his time just so the redheaded woman can have a chat with him. Snarling out of the main entrance, his eyes fell on emerald orbed woman. Out of the blue, she robotically faked a smile and bowed. Nel bit back the urge to scowl at such a demeaning form to her explanation. Albel boredly crossed his arms, strumming his fingers on his gauntlet with patience gradually growing thin.
"Please forgive Fayt!" She lifted her head, emerald eyes glistening in determination. "Those papers are meaningless now. That…was his old nature."
Albel quirked a brow, giving a subtle message for the two gatekeepers to go away for the meantime as his attention was brought back on the wavering redhead, "With what evidence?"
Nel frowned, "Is that what you want? Proof?" she points an accusing finger at Albel and her frown deepening into a harsh grimace, "You are the proof! Fayt's mission to infiltrate the castle and get the prints has been planned to last for ten days! He neglected that fact to stay here… for you." Her tone fought back the indication of antipathy, "He cried your name when we were leaving Airyglyph. Not only that…Fayt refused any social interactions and locked himself away in his room."
Albel let the information delve into him, he let his arms drop and wine-red orbs peered everywhere but Nel. Fairly bluntly he gave a single reply, "So?"
Her left eye twitched, "So…? So?!"
The swordsman rolled his eyes, turning his heel to return back inside the castle to evade the redheaded woman throwing a fit. Nel clenched her fist, her voice brought up to shrill outburst, "You're horrible! Don't you understand? I'm the one that left that information behind, not Fayt!"
That didn't stop Albel in his tracks as she thought it would, she turned around and marched out. Nel mentions one last thing before her departure, "Why would Fayt ever love someone like you!"
The man abruptly froze on the spot and looked back; crimson eyes were locked on a fading red dot leaving with barely audible stream of colorful cruses. Albel deeply groaned, "Second worst mistake I've made." he said glumly. Albel's steps echoed the silent entrance as he took a seat on the staircase of the castle and soon buried his face on his bandaged hand, "Can this time be reversible?"
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The day is a bright and early one, not a trace of snowfall in sight made the work slightly easier for Fayt. The maids he grew to know offered to help in secret, but Fayt refused every one of them. He worked his way from the top floor—or the spiral tower—to the corridors, accurately scrubbing deep within the rocky surface. The grime has been deeply cleaned off on the spot with the large amount of the provided cleaning supplies and plenty of water stored in a bucket. Fayt's hands grew sore from the cuts a bruises caused by cleaning wooden materials and occasionally a nail would be sticking out to shred a piece of his skin or a splinter prickling his pruned white fingers. Stubbornly the teen refused to give and take a break, the next room to clean is the dead captain of the Dragon Brigade.
How exciting…
For the next few seconds of debating whether or not to open a dead man's room, Fayt slowly rotated the doorknob and crept inside the darken cold room. He lit a candle with his verdant eyes blankly staring at an ebony haired man sipping a cup of tea on Vox's bed. It took several seconds to click in his mind, and then Fayt let out a startle jump and dropped the scrubbing brush in the course. Fayt's body trembled from the shock, his mouth failing to process words at this unexpected sight and or visit. Apris' rolled his eyes, planting the cup on the well-situated oak desk beside the comforter.
"Must you always panic when seeing me unpredictably?"
"S-sorry."
"It does not matter now." Apris commented. The rope around his wrist steadily released after untangling the knots throughout the chocking minutes. The velvet covering unveiled a pure solid gold collar with a diamond incrusted in the centerfold, the edge traced in gold-like frame for the diamond to stand out – or its rim. Hidden in the back was a barely visible golden hinge to open and close the collar, "Go on, Fayt, take it. You successfully lead Airyglyph and Aquios to make peace with one another. Not only that, this war will go down in the records for being the shortest of them all." The god laughed, standing up from the bed to ruffle Fayt's blue hair, "Furthermore, you prevailed over death twice…sort of."
Fayt laughed, bringing the collar closer to his face for inspection, and then placing it down with a tinge of guilt, "Are you sure I can just have this?"
Apris nodded, "Unless you don't want it, I'll happily find more gold to make my bed post." The god laughed along with Fayt, his smiling growing warmer with rightfully entrusting Fayt with the treasure, "Make the best of it, I'm sure you know what it will be used for."
The blunette giddily nodded, covering the gold collar in the velvet covering, finally scurrying out of the room and leaving Apris there gently smiling over the wide open door. The ebony haired rested his eyes on his cup of tea, "While you were gone, the rose began to wilt…don't let it die, Fayt."
Apris' finger traced the ledge of the cup, amber eyes eyeing his reflection in the cup with a gentle touch of the tea's ripples, "Make the best of this opportunity to make that beautiful ending."
His amber eyes disgustedly swept away the dust bunny near his other hand, 'Silly boy, you forgot to clean this room.'
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The largest room of them all is the audience chamber, including the most difficult to scrub and the worst pain in the ass to collect the lint off the red carpet, the long red carpet. For the time being, Fayt rolled the carpet to clean away the dark strains around the edges of the lumpy flooring, thoroughly concentrated on a stubborn smudge of dirt. His back ached from slouching all day, but he wouldn't complain after getting such a marvelous token by Apris. Fayt stopped scrubbing, wiping away the sweat with his arm and reflected – for a lengthy time that the King came out of his room and noticed the sight of an unmoving blue haired teen in deep thought.
"Are you quite alright?"
Fayt snapped out his daze, redirecting his eyes on the King with his whitish skin delving into a deep shade of red that could easily match the carpet. "I g-got distracted! I'll get right to work!" His voice was rushed; violently scrubbing the dirt off the rocks to hide away his negligent embarrassment and appear like a complete imprudent fool in front of the King.
"You are doing a fine job. Actually, I've been meaning to ask you…"
His hand eased scrubbing; he had to keep eye contact for the whole ordeal of addressing royalty, "Yes?"
"When you lost consciousness, you had a second favor for an 'arrangement.' What did you mean by that?"
"About that…"
The emerald hues let his eyes wander the far corner of the audience chamber, the velvet covering the precious item inside. For Apris' gift to be of any use, Fayt must pose the King a question and whether or not it'll be accepted is his decision. The protean blunette rose, dusting his pants from the lint gathering in the fabric of his attire and gripping the handle of the scrubbing brush tightly, a lump formed in his throat he cannot swallow from his nervousness, "Is…is homosexual love accepted in Airyglyph…? Or are there any…umm…restrictions?"
The King blinked once and shook his head, "No, not particularly. It is accepted; however there are always some against it, but it's always just a several dozen out of an entire population. Why do you ask?"
Fayt widely grinned, "Just need to make sure. Well then," he draped the wet rag around his shoulder, "can I request an arrangement for a special meeting?"
"That's fine…? Anything else?"
The blunette snapped his fingers, lips perking to his signature smile, "I'm gonna need a large bag of peanuts."
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Every room, every hall, even the prison cells were spotless as the clock strikes nine, the only room left would be Albel – purposely left for last. The closed door sent him an unpleasant feeling, just like the encounter at Luther's door without too much of a dramatic influence. Fayt may have been done sooner if someone in the castle didn't take a bath in washtub at the very last minute, leaving a trail of water ending short on the staircase. Although cleaning that out of the way, Fayt took his trusty scrubber, clenched the bucket handle, and the rag around his neck drooped slightly and coming close to falling. Fayt's free hand hesitated to open the knob, his mind screaming: 'Please don't be inside. Please don't be inside. Please don't be inside!'
Fayt pushed the door, taking a foot inside and eyes closed to relieve the stress. The emerald hues gradually opened, swiftly moving his head aside from a sudden attack, a sword flew past his blue locks and now stuck on the fruit painting hanging on the wall. 'It's official. Life hates me…this is like Norton's underlings all over again.'
The blunette regained his breath—although frightened for dear life—and examined his wrist – the velvet was unharmed and its content hasn't been revealed yet. He would sigh if he could, but the sight of seeing Albel's tone body dripping wet made him speechless. His long bi-colored hair reached his knees, the hair wrappings were disposed of and replaced for new ones that lay across his bed. A single white towel wrapped around his hips and exposed Albel's creamy-white wiry legs. Albel shook his head, slightly discourage his aim was off by an inch and finally squirming under the awkward gawking from hungry emerald orbs.
'With this image stuck inside my head, I think I could die happy.'
"Sorry to intrude. Don't mind me, I'm just going to clean."
The silence between them stretched beyond awkwardness. The only sound heard from the room is breathing, scrubbing, and Albel constantly hissing when ripping out the knots from his hair with the brush. By the time Fayt reached half of the room, Albel already completed untangling on portion his hair, but he put down the brush to contemplate this time to apologize to younger male.
"Hey Albel--"
"Leingod, listen--"
The pair spoke at the same time, cutting short and suggesting the other to go first. After the quarreling was through, Fayt lost in defeat and spoke, "I've been thinking…you are absolutely right. At the time, I don't think I was able to provide a 'back-up' on how much I love you—you have every right to keep on doubting me—especially finding out about that."
The swordsman cursed the pang in his chest, scarlet eyes shied away whilst Fayt busily scrubbing, "That's what I wanted to--"
"No matter!" Fayt eagerly interrupted, standing upright to avoid cleaning the side of the room Albel's on, "I'll keep on trying! And because you still might horribly hate me, I'll be sleeping at an inn. I'm not going to escape, rest assured." The blunette picked up his pail, dumping the scrubbing brush in the water and the rag clinging on the ledge of the handle. The flesh on wrist became has become pink after carrying the velvet bag everywhere with the rope bound tightly around it. Fayt took quiet steps to the exit, "And why would I leave when I'm so confident? Give me a few weeks, Albel. I'll prove it, just you wait and see!
Fayt waved off his departure, leaving the dripping wet swordsman all alone in his room. The mound of rubble has been discarded long ago – almost like a memento of Fayt has disappeared with the heap of rocks.
Albel let his head fall on the table, creating a large 'thump' and ignoring the twinge of pain riding through his noggin, "Stupid fool, there is no need to prove anything. Dammit! Why couldn't you stay here?"
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Fayt closed the door behind him, hearing Albel's last words after pretending to already have left. His cheeks had turned into a bright shade of red, Fayt crossed his legs to relieve the excess pain between his thighs, and it didn't provide much help although it eased him. Fayt took a long breather, eyes adverting towards the sword stuck in the painting, "That was close. I almost couldn't bear it any longer."
'He was just wearing a towel! How could I control myself when he's naked?! I need to go, now.'
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Three weeks of preparation, three long weeks to give Albel as much attention so the circumstances will not grow suspicious. Time felt like an hourglass to arrange everything by today, until the last grain of sand drops to commence the 'special meeting.' Nel was coming back from Aquios, fully against Fayt's decision but supported anyway, and of course Cliff would be as supportive for his best partner and friend. The blue haired lad met Sophia in Airyglyph's busy pathways and singing wonderfully to gain enough Fol to get her food. After that quick rejoicing, Sophia has been brought to the castle and has successfully joined Dion—who knew the man has the skills for the piano—and steadily came to like each over the pass three weeks.
This meant the life in slumps no longer had a place for Sophia; rather being with Dion instead is each other's new source of happiness – more or less because Dion slowly recovered from the loss of a close friend that resembles the brunette's appearance. Together they practice the sole song Fayt wanted for the occasion. And speaking of the blunette, Fayt had a troubling time calling Peanut. The several minutes passed with no shake of the tunnel, and finally Fayt called out the Hauler beast name once more. He was relieved when the shaking came in a rapid pace, Peanut seemingly rushed over and already munching away at the large bag of peanuts inside the sack the blue haired brought along.
Whereas Fayt crept onto Peanut's back and removes the hinges of the cart as it easily slid off and collided on the ground. The Hauler beat remain stiff, wary why its cart has been removed. The sack of peanuts has been taken away and Fayt used the sack as bait for the giant turtle to follow. With pure ease, Peanut was followed out of the cavern, its foot sinking deep in the snow. The chilly surrounding decreased its temperature, thankfully the bright sunny day provided to keep its temperature stable. Fayt threw the vegetables every now and then, laughing at the prolonged stares along with people rambling on about the strange beast cruising Airyglyph.
Everyone gradually came; even Luther somehow invited himself over and had to brag one way or another. The emerald hues slowly but surely grew annoyed, he quickly whispered to Peanut and on cue the large turtle held Luther all day long by the collar—however not enough to choke him—but it was a laughable sight. Roughly similar to a mother cat—Peanut—and its kitten held around the shoulders and neck—Luther—even the blond has gotten use to being held and ordered Peanut around to move him from place to place. Cliff and Nel both came together; amused at the very least Luther engaging in a normal conversation with King, but the King couldn't pry his sight away from Peanut who tightly held onto Luther.
Fayt took a quick examination at his arm, his wrist were no longer pink from carrying around the bag, this item resided on a marble stand. The collar is on a small pillow, the velvet covering still hiding its contents. Yet the stand seems a bit off—a little crooked in a way— but the blunette shrugged it off. Besides that, his arm has fully healed since that cut from Vox, almost like it was never there in the first place. Now that it is the afternoon, Albel should be back from little fake mission with Woltar. The sounds of flapping wings alarmed Fayt, he busily made his way to the audience chamber where all the rest are waiting.
Even at the opposite end of the hallway, the teen picked of Albel's stream of curses and complains about the mission and it 'being a waste of time.'
Woltar guided Albel to the audience chamber, his scarlet eyes glared at the large amount of people in a single area. Fayt stood in one section, letting his body hide something behind him with only the partial sight of a marble stand. Albel grew temped to laugh at Luther being held by Peanut, the smug bastard that raised some trouble in the beginning gets the taste of karma at long last, 'Miracles do happen! Vox dead, Luther degraded; everything is going out so well!' Albel speedily noted, shaking his head to resist laughing.
Woltar directed his eyes and nodded his head as a signal for Sophia and Dion to start. They smiled in response and began while the King watched in his seat, Fayt's friends smile broadly – including Woltar, even Peanut raising its head in delight, although Luther found it awful that the Hauler beast repeatedly bobbed its head which meant shaking Luther's body like a doll.
Fayt approached Albel, finally in proximity to hold Albel's hand in his, the man just kept watching in confusion. Everyone appeared that they knew something, only he was left out. The maids were giddily laughing and hidden behind the pillar to watch the scene.
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"I'm not a perfect person, there's many things I wish I didn't do. But I continue learning,
I never meant to do those things to you. And so I have to say before I go
that I just want you to know.
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"Albel, I know what I did wrong. I know that you might hate me, and now I want to show you that proof how much you mean to me. Answer me honestly, if I can't be accepted…I'll get as far away from you as you wish…"
The scarlet hued reddened from everyone just watching them intensely, craving what could happen next. But overall from this pressure Albel wanted to slap Fayt on the head, from the start he wanted to scream 'Stop assuming, maggot!' but the words wouldn't verbalize from his mouth. His hands were held tighter and determination plastered on Fayt's glistening verdant eyes passionately looking at Albel and only Albel.
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I've found a reason for me to change who I used to be. A reason to start over new and the reason is you.
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Sophia opened one pale green orb, smiling behind her singing at the wonderful pair. As she sang, the song applied to more than one person; rather it was best suited for the both of them. The brunette found out Fayt's secret from the scattered papers, and the 'Wicked One' gives mercy than not giving at all. They both changed in their own way, it made Sophia happy enough for both Fayt and Albel.
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I'm sorry that I hurt you; it's something I must live with every day. And all the pain I put you through….
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Fayt released his grip on Albel's, smiling genuinely to warm Albel's cold exterior to hide away his true flustered expression so no one may notice. Fayt first embraced the man in his arms, then snuggling deeper on the swordsman's chest. Both sets of ears picked up some squeals of the maids hiding behind the pillars, even Nel never kept her eyes away from the two.
Cliff sighed, 'Women…'
The blunette sense how uneasy Albel became with various sets of eyes on them and kindly moved away for there to be enough space – Fayt wasn't hurt or anything of the sort, this is how Albel is. The teen grinned, he'll have to deal with more embarrassment and choices to come, "And because this might be the last time to say it, hear me out…"
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I wish that I could take it all away and be the one who catches all your tears. That's why I need you to hear…
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The bi-colored haired could only keep staring.
"I love you, Albel."
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I've found a reason to show a side of me you didn't know.
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"So you can really believe me, I have something for you."
Albel sighed when Fayt happily stroll back at the marble stand. His face is in a deep shade of red and everyone was still staring at him like the secretly crazed woman they are. Albel peered over at Woltar who only gave a devious leer and waved him off for good luck. Much with the King as well giving the same sort of vibes, soon Albel grew pale, almost like he has grown ill to something he eaten. Although plenty of support can be a good thing, 'This is humiliating…'
Fayt smiled gently on the velvet covering hiding away the real token, he closed his eyes and readies himself for this. Once he opened his verdant orbs, they grew wide to see a little redheaded girl with her body clearly see-through. Amber eyes greeting Fayt and a cheeky smile was ready to hand over the item to Fayt. He took another breather; this must be why the stand was slightly tilted because a certain holy being had to be there for the event. Fayt took the item out of the small hands, "Thank you for everything." The blue haired whispered to the celestial being, Apris nodded although everyone saw the marble stand as just a stand.
Fayt hid the item behind his back, coming back to swordsman to pose the question, "I love you, I really love you." his eyes couldn't stay in one place, but nervousness forcefully engulfed him to look at Albel straight in the eye, "So will you…m-marry m-me?"
The room went into a complete silence, instead of eyes divided for the pair they were aimed on Albel. Most of the maids behind the pillars clawed the stones with their long fingernails and chanting to respond and not waste time. Others bit their nails and poking their heads further from the suspension.
But Albel remained stoned; he turned around and crossed his arms.
The women immediately had their mouth hanging wide open; others felt a strong sense of sympathy that the thrilled, bright smile Fayt had a second ago deeply drowned to the saddest grin he can cover. His fingers held the edge of the collar tightly, "Right…Guess I have no reason to stay here anymore." The blunette covered more of his sorrow with a fake laughter, backing away with the item loosening in his grip.
Death glares were sent all around, but Albel didn't mind. He brought his hand to his mouth, muffling away his voice to a low mumble, "…I refuse to wear a blasted ring…"
Sophia smile widened, her hands clasping together in excitement for the last verse. With a quick glance at Dion they presented the finale.
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A reason for all that I do, and the reason is you."
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Luther felt nauseated from the constant tugging on his collar and letting his body be waved around like some flimsy paper – Peanut may be a Hauler beast, but it knew very well to understand the predicament and be excited for its caretaker. Cliff was the loudest to cheer as all the women—even some of the male servants that were hiding—clapped for the pair. The King and Woltar analyzed Albel deeply, especially the old senior who witnessed memories of a younger mischievous Albel Nox to the present Albel covering his own smile – a genuine sight that could easily be seen when Glou was still alive.
Fayt happily removed the collar from Albel's neck—there was a gelid hinge on the back—while the man wasn't looking and slipped the pure gold collar, the diamond encrusted right in the middle gleamed as the light hit it. Albel blinked awkwardly, letting his index finger poke the anomalous collar on his neck.
"You said you didn't want a ring." Fayt said casually shrugging.
Albel rubbed his temples, now that this is over there is only one thing remaining, "Leingod, about those papers--"
The scarlet hued didn't get the chance to see the expression of hurt on Fayt's face, but Luther did. He ordered the Hauler beast to take him to the blunette and it did. The blonde wrapped his arms around the emerald hued shoulders—he couldn't get his arms any lower because Peanut refused to let him down—and teasingly nibbling on youngest male's ear, "My little Fayt, I feel so abandoned. How about forget this whole ordeal and come with me to have some real fun."
Fayt never took the chance to respond when he was yanked out of Luther's embrace and wrapped tightly around Albel's arm rather possessively, "Piss off, Lansfeld! Leing—Fayt is mine!"
The sapphire eyed merely grunted and then ordered Peanut to take him elsewhere. However, Fayt couldn't resist irking the swordsman a little bit more. He turned around—still letting Albel long arms latch onto him—and without expecting him, a hand crept up Albel's thighs and finally the lump between, "Don't worry, Albel. I'm all yours."
Meanwhile away from the two, the King and Woltar watched the couple. From the looks of it, it seems like Albel violently clunk Fayt on the head and now fighting – in friendly terms that is.
"Wonderful job, Sire. Who knew a simple order to roam Airyglyph's borders lead to something like this? Rather than bringing news about any spies like anyone would intend, he brought something more valuable by mistake."
The King nodded, joyfully watching Fayt desperately trying to apologize to Albel, "Indeed. He brought someone who would become his lover. This seems like a strong case of serendipity, wouldn't you agree?"
"Quite."
"Sire?"
"Yes, Woltar?"
"Treason on Fayt cannot be justified."
"Is that so?" The King paused, "But Vox--"
Woltar muffled his light cackle, 'If Albel was here, he would say "And there's the source of the problem!"''
Nel, Cliff, Sophia, and Dion went to congratulate the two, but Cliff couldn't help cracking his knuckles, "Make Fayt unhappy and I'll make sure you can regret it."
Albel's eyes twitched, daring to oppose the Fayt's blonde friend, "Keep your tone in check or else you could say goodbye to that tongue of yours, blithering oaf."
And before the two can arrange a fight in either strength or wits, Fayt split them up and took Albel by his hand and dragged the swordsman near the marble stand. The blunette mentally chanted a word of thanks then completely gave his attention to Albel, "You don't have to apologize, the past is the past. Worry about the present."
Fayt leaned over, giving his lover a kiss on the lips.
The scarlet hued shied away, cheeks turning into a deep shade of red now matching the color of his eyes, he looked down at his injured hand. The wound has healed completely after re-opening it countless of times. This made him smile to the slightest extent, his wound has healed and it was time for him to mend his heart because of all these dark years after his Glou's death.
'Thank you for letting me live, Father…'
Albel's healed hand has been brought back to his side; he should give Fayt a reward in return for everything. Bending down to reach Fayt's level, that quick kiss being the reward landing messily on blunette's bottom lip, just like last time.
The teen chuckled, "You're so cute, Albel." As the laughing ceased, Fayt held Albel's hand close to his face, "I love you."
Fayt still hasn't rushed the swordsman particularly about feelings; he will not even start now. In the end it was the best response he could say – Albel didn't mean it with uncertainty. Albel is gradually healing, which means this relationship can progress at an average pace. Fayt wouldn't mind.
"I guess I do too…" Albel said. He finally added one more addition for the blunette's effort thus far, "Fayt."
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Fin