forum The Only One // One on One // CLOSED

Started August 23, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Nolan bowed his head in respect. He grabbed Ayce's hand, trying to be subtle. "Yes, there were little difficulties after getting him out." He said

Jalaan looked at Ayce. "I see." he dismissed the guard, who bowed, then left.
Ayce hid behind Nolan a little, shaking and clinging to him. No no no no no no please I don't want to…

Nolan pressed back against Ayce, trying to calm him down. He turned his head a fraction to look at him before looking at his boss

Jalaan cocked his head slightly. "Ayce, are you going to say hello, or are you going to continue hiding behind my soldier?" He asked wryly.
Ayce peeked at him over Nolan's shoulder, silent. His eyes were wide, and scared.

Nolan pushed Ayce back behind him. "He's been through enough without you taunting him." It was risky to stand up against him, but he would do anything for Ayce. "We've had a long journey, so please, say what you need so we can eat and rest."

Jalaan frowned. "I wasn't taunting him, I was asking if he was going to continue hiding behind you." He replied calmly. He took a breath. "Go eat and rest, then. I shall speak with you two in the morning."
Ayce was silent, ducking his head and leaning his forehead against Nolan's back.

Nolan gave Jalaan one last look before turning to Ayce. He pulled him into his embrace and guided him out the room. "Would you like something to eat first?"

Ayce clung to him a little. "I…" He shrugged, hugging Nolan tightly and burying his face in his chest. He was shaking a little.

Nolan rubbed his sides. "We'll go to my room okay? I know this overwhelming and scary." He pressed a small kiss to his temple. "I'm right here." He murmured.

"Okay." Ayce mumbled, still clinging to Nolan, his face buried in the other mans chest. "Thank you…"

"Of course darling." Nolan shut the door behind them once he reached his room. He sat on the bed and pulled Ayce into his lap

Ayce cuddled close to him. He had calmed down a little, and wasn't shaking anymore, though it was obvious he was still afraid.

Nolan pulled him close amd rubbed his side's, trying to soothe him. "Ive got you. You're safe." He murmured

Ayce closed his eyes, letting out a soft sound. "I don't want to be here…" he mumbled.

Nolan fell back on the bed, caressing his lover. "I know darling. I've got you. The sooner we finish this the sooner we can go away together."

Ayce curled up beside him, snuggling close to him. "Okay." He said quietly, putting out his arms and putting them around Nolan.

Nolan kissed the top of his head. "Do you want to try and get some sleep? Or do you want me to tell you another story? Or just lay here together?"

Ayce shrugged a little, looking up at him. His blue eyes were unfocused and distant, his mind still not completely there. "I don't know…"

Nolan just nodded. He cupoed tha back of his head gebtly, pressung a small kiss to his lips. "We can just lie here then."

Ayce clung to him, kissing back. "Okay." he said quietly, snuggling closer and leaning his head on Nolan's shoulder.

Nolan smiled softly. He ram his fingers over Ayce's skin. He leamed their foreheads together

Ayce leaned forward a little, and kissed him softly. He squirmed a little, cuddling as close as possible to Nolan.

Nolan smiled wider amd returned the kiss. He tightened his grip on Ayce slightly

Ayce broke the kiss after a moment, closing his eyes and nuzzling Nolan's neck a little. "Can you tell a story?" He asked softly. "Another happy one?"

Nolan pressed his lips to his temple. "Of course I can." He hugged Ayce close. He slipped his hand up the back of his shirt, caressing his skin. "War was something Edmund had never experienced. He lived in a village far away from the other kingdoms and their conflicts, or so they thought. It was an uneventful evening when suddenly, strangers fighting emerged from the wounds and into their village. Everyone was in a panic. Innocent people were killed, having been thought to be enemies, houses were burned. Edmund managed to escape into the woods. He traveled for days, going nowhere. He had all but given up. On his fourth day of walking, no food or water, he collapsed the ground. There he lay, expecting to die. He had given in, given up. He closed his eyes and let death take him, only, death didn't. He woke up, time unknown to him, in a cottage unfamiliar to him. It took him a few moments to register what had happened. The memories came back and the tears started falling. And then there was a man, entering the room, carrying what looked to be a bowl of soup."