My little abomination~

Chapter two; Wellness check.

Darius' eyes went wide as the smaller gripped his wrist, screaming in agony. After a few moments of looking at the grotesque mess that was his wrist, he'd suddenly pass out. Darius looked at his glove, which was covered in blood. He'd panic at the sight, his perfect cotton glove was bloody. He'd then realize that Alador had passed out, and debated whether he should pick up the helpless failure. Reluctantly, he'd pick the witch up, and use his abomination magic to go to his dorm in the emperor's castle.

He'd recklessly drop Alador on the floor, then angrily flop on his bed. He'd lift up his glove. The glove had blood matted in it, and Darius almost felt sick looking at it. Then, he'd look at Alador. He couldn't help but think of him as a slob. He even found it disgusting that Alador was on his floor. Looking at him, he found himself getting angrier and angrier. He'd then roll his eyes, get off the bed, and pick Alador up. The Coven head picked Alador up and set him upright on his bed. He'd gently take off his coat, then ruthlessly throw it out the window. He'd do the same with Alador's shirt. Darius would then snap his wrist back into place, then and neatly bandage it.

Alador slowly awoke, feeling the cold hard floor against his head. He'd sit up, look around, and see Darius peacefully asleep. After a few seconds, he'd feel a shiver run down his spine, the coldness of the room coming to a realization. He'd get up, not even wanting to be in the same room as Darius anymore. "Gh... Fuck, Alador?.." The witch would hear. He'd turn around to see Darius, who seemed to have completely forgotten someone else was in his room. He happened to be wearing a Hexide sweater, his hair down, and he wasn't even wearing pants. He was simply in boxers.

 "Go back to sleep, I'll deal with you tomorrow.." Darius rolled over, then put the blanket over his head. "It's cold," Alador growled. "Then get in bed.." Darius mumbled, waving a hand at him. After 10 seconds of silence, Darius had realized what he just proposed. He'd then sit up, studdering. "I..I meant-" Alador had already climbed into bed with no question. He was on the side, his arms crossed, facing away from Darius. Darius had tried to say something but was too stubborn to admit he was flustered. Instead, he'd drift off in thought. He'd think about what they could've been. Could've been if Odalia hadn't so selfishly snatched him away. 'What am I thinking!?' He'd silently yell at himself. He couldn't be in love. Not with that.. hack..

Ooo, drama cliffhanger.