Everlasting (YamixCharlotte)

March 22, 1630

March 22. 1630

Today was a normal day. Business went about its ways as usual, and peace continued to be established across the entire country. The rose's calming scent spread across the country; their scent wafting into the noses of troubled citizens and giving them a sense of tranquility.

As the head of the Blue Rose's I managed to keep a sturdy exterior. Over the years as a captain I learned that a good captain should learn how to fake their feelings— acting some would put it. Today was like any other day: it was full of acting.

If I seem calm to my squad then they'll seem calm as well; if I show them that there's nothing to fear then they'll go in with confidence. So that's what I did: I stayed calm, and to my favor nobody was worried for me. However, this acting mechanism doesn't work on my own brain.

The entire day I was freaking out more than usual. When I sat down at my desk to do work I could barely focus on what sat in front of me. There are occasions where I can't find the willpower to keep work the center of my attention however the center would be replaced with something positive: Yami, for example, has been the center of my attention for a good chunk of time. Today the one stealing the spotlight wasn't him it was me, more specifically the blood that I found 2 days ago.

There was no wound anywhere on my body when I checked. Dr.Owens even said that there's no anomalies affecting any vital body systems either. How did that blotch of blood get on me?

As I sat at my desk I tried to retrace my steps in my head; first I remembered going to one of the borders to overlook my group, after that I headed to the castle to make a few reservations, then I left for the quarters, I got back and started to work on paperwork then I got distracted from the food Yami made, we then tumbled to the ground, then he left, and then I found the blood stain on my shirt.

It was very possible that Yami had an open wound and his blood got onto me, yet something felt missing from the story, an important detail. There had to be a different conclusion.

While I thought about the missing detail, my throat started to pinch up. I let out a small cough to get rid of it; the missing details were coming into mind at the moment. Most of the time a little tickle in the throat would leave with a tiny cough, but the tickle grew; however, it didn't grow normally.

It burnt like actual fire. It felt like the ends of the flickering flames were rubbing against the sides of my throat. With every scratch that area would get excruciatingly hot, burning away the missing detail.

I kept on coughing. I took the tea cup of warm tea next to me and downed it. The warmth didn't help nor did the hydration. The fire was growing and the coughs were getting more violent than ever.

I pushed myself away from the table and stumbled along the wall with my hand holding my throat, trying to relieve it. It was like there was a hand there trying to choke me but it was invisible: it wasn't real.

While I was trailing the wall, choking to death, tears welled up in my eyes as I couldn't breath much. As my vision get blurry and muddy I did one final cough, splat!

Blood splattered onto the lurid wooden tiles and part of the white wall trimming. It looked sticky and alive almost. It shined in the glare of the sun that protruded from the window. The shine was alluring yet the concept of what happened was disturbing.

As I tried to regain the breath that was stolen from me the noises around me seemed muffled, yet there was a ping noise in my ear. It reminded me of that one time where the same pinging noise wouldn't stop. Even though I could hear nothing but the pinging noise my vision was swaying a little; everything around me moved in hypnotizing circles, everything but the splatter of blood. With these heightened or reduced senses the wood of the door made a muffled click clack noise, enough for me to hear over the ringing. I looked up quickly, a bad decision on my part. Everything quickly jolted, moving back and forth trying to scram to it's rightful place to fit my view, everything but the golden doorknob that twisted.

I had a split second to get my act together. Shutting my eyes forcefully while taking a huge breath I stood up right and in front of the blood stain. I opened my eyes again and let out the breath. Everything was still spinning but only slightly; however, the pinging noise didn't leave.

"Yo, whassup Char,"  Yami walked in casually, taking large strides to get to where I was.

As he got closer I backed up a little with every step he took. I don't know why I was backing up, but I felt scared. Not horrified or frightened by him but more worried about showing him the blood that sat behind me.

He was talking about some interaction that happened between his squad and a dealer of some sorts but I can only remember some parts. As he took his last step to get to me I felt myself step in the blood. It was slippery and as I tried to back up from him I felt my foot loose its balance.

Before I could yelp I felt myself being held in place, snatching the chance to withdraw my foot I stepped out of the blood pile and pressed close against Yami's chest.

He continued to talk. I could only pick up on a few phrases and words like; Charlotte, Asta and Noelle, the old man, Vanessa, bar fight, beach house, vacation, work. I couldn't really make up a solid topic of what he was speaking about, but I made multiple topics.

As an attempt to hide what I knew and didn't know I acted. I smiled softly at him and nodded. I kept my eyes on his collarbone and away from his eyes, not until the pinging started to slowly fade away; that only happened as he ended his stories.

"So that's why I'm going to shave my head," he said with a serious face.

"Wh-what?," I asked confused, my smile faded into a frown.

"Yup, I'm gonna get rid of this. Time for a new look," he reiterated with a nod.

"No! Don't do that," I protested, running a hand through his messy hair.

"What do you mean, Char? I thought you wanted it, you were smiling and nodding when I talked about it," his eye brow rose with suspicion.

He caught me in my act. I took in the air around us sharply as I tried to come up with a story for why I was just smiling and nodding.

"I mean I didn't know you were into bald men, but if that's what you're into...," Yami trailed off as the end of his mouth tugged with amusement. There was no use in lying to him at that point.

"No, I'm not into bald men. I'm sorry, Yami. Please don't shave your head," I pleaded to him, my eyes slowly crawling to meet his nose bridge.

"Tch, as if I'd shave these locks, that's too much work to do," Yami said his poker face turning into a cunning smile. I finally met his eyes; they were their playful, warm, comforting, mysterious selves. Exactly how they are when me and him are alone together. They captured my breath again and my chest rose for a new supply.

"So, what's going on today? You seem out of it; although your entire squad doesn't seem to realize it, I do."

I quickly looked off to the side trying to think of a way to explain what happened without explaining what happened. I thought about telling him that I felt a bit sick but when I went to execute my plan he shook his head and said try again.

With my mind blown I mindlessly tried to make up another white lie. After a bit of white lies I sighed and leaned into his chest to rest my head. The firmness of his toned chest managed to mesmerize me as I continued to lay there, soaking up his body heat. As my head laid against his warm chest I could hear the sound of his heart. It was lull, like a lady's loving laugh to her little girl. The beat to a lullaby.

"Are you tired? You didn't seem tired when I saw you throughout the day," Yami said to break the beating.

"I guess I'm a bit tired," I whispered.

"Yeah, alright. Let's get you to bed," Yami decided and not a moment to waste my feet detached from the ground and were wrapped around Yami, like a sleeping child being carried from the car from their mother.

"Alright, but promise you'll wake me up before dinner starts," I whispered letting my eyes slowly shut.

"I promise, my actor."

He didn't manage to wake me up before dinner.