~𝒜𝓃 𝒜𝒹𝑒𝓅𝓉𝓊𝓈' 𝐿𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽~ (𝒵𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒸𝒽𝒾)

Chapter 11: Yearning Hearts, Confused Feelings Pt. 5

Ajax looked everywhere for something to focus his attention on.

Anything at all; anything to distract himself from the swirling memories in his head.

But the colorful trees that covered the landscape in its mellow shades of ochre to emerald green, the tall yellow grass waving as the wind swept by it, and the fresh air that washed past him, made the heavy feeling hidden deep inside of chest bubble up like boiling water. With his free hand, Ajax wiped at the tears attempting to fall out of his eyes, with the ends of his billowing sleeves.

Everything melded together, creating a sick painting right in front of his eyes; like those bizarre paintings Ajax had seen on his voyage in Fontaine. They were mere splatters of pigment on a canvas, but had clear intent to show a landscape in whatever abstract form they referred to it as. Just like those paintings, the colorful world in front of him was melding together, creating the illusion of something that was.

He was growing delirious by the second, barely registering the baritone voice of his beloved god begin, "We are almost there, do not fret."

Ajax looked up with his tear-filled vision to see his beloved god's back, strong and firm; like the very same stone he created with his bare hands. His god's back was covered by a more form-fitting brown shuhe with golden and white designs embroidered elegantly on the ends of his sleeves, and his back. Designs that depicted elegant dragons with powerful long sharp claws and of dainty water lilies covered his ensemble.

Even without his usual formal wear and even with the slight dirt that covered both his pants and boots, he managed to look regal. And that fact alone made something in him shake with a certain intensity he could not place. He would always look gorgeous no matter what, he would always exude power and elegance no matter what he wore.

He was sure of it.

The god pulled him a little rougher than expected and he stumbled forward, a soft yelp escaping past his lips, tearing himself from his thoughts. The reason for this was simple, they were crossing a small creek, covered with wild flowers of a multitude of colors and green shrubbery that covered the small creek. His god did not say a thing, merely holding his wrist tighter with his hands, careful not to put too much pressure. If he would, there was no guarantee that his wrist bone would not snap under his strength, that made a shiver pass through Ajax's whole body.

A few seconds later, Morax came to a stop. His grip on his wrist did not loosen, but merely tightened even more.

Ajax looked up at the god, hoping to see what was the matter, he gasped. Before them was something he had never seen ever in his life; a soft sun warmly blanketed the scenery before them in a golden light, there was a tall tree covered with a strange blue color to it glowing ever so daintily, the rush of a waterfall was heard, and just a little ways ahead Ajax saw a lake, its color a vibrant cobalt blue.

The god loosened his grip before he turned to face him.

His long messy hair was tied into a tight ponytail, held together by a small wooden hairpin with flowers engraved onto the wood, his eyeliner was slightly smudged from the vigorous exercise he was probably subjected to, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his molten eyes oozed a certain softness.

Even now, his god was just as beautiful as before; a beauty in his own right, a stunning flower. The feeling in Ajax's became harder to hold back, how desperately he desired to pull in the god and embrace him, never letting go as he breathed him in. How desperately did he wish to kiss the god, until his own mouth became numb, and red. How desperately he wished to wrap himself around the god and bite down gently on his collarbones, hearing as his god cried out in pleasure.