Little Blue Book (Random Stories)

I have no idea

Last night, 17 of Nov, 2023, I fell asleep at 4.30 am. I woke up at 12 pm and have no recollection of writing this. I'm not editing it but I'm surprised I wrote this within an hour.

    Legs spread out, elbows rested on his knees, hunched over with power, Kilian (random ass name I have no relation to and now he's gay) stared deep into Zathers eyes (also random gay name and guy). Kilians fluffy dark dyed blonde hair flowed lusciously onto his left shoulder and draping down. His small braid with a single blue flower, matching perfectly with his ocean blue eyes. Zanther froze in the doorway, captivated all over again. That day in the field coming back to him, the warm sun on their skin, the flowers surrounding them, happiness at last... but everything comes to an end. The chandelier in the centre of the room dimmed, and Kilian leaned back, flipping his hair and braid over his shoulder and gazing with no remorse deep into his soul.
    "At last you found your sapphire," he spoke, a devilish smile clicking into place.
    "Only a blood stained diamond was really all you left? No good bye, no note, just a diamond?" An anger boiled in Zanther; "Not even anything sentimental?!"
    "The sake of lives were at stake, even you should know we wouldn't let that happen." He shifted, slowly bringing his leg over the other, his eyes danced with something darker. Zanther stepped forward, sword calling to be drawn.
   "YOU of all people should know how much I needed you! How much I needed that last shimmer of hope..." Zanther stooped slightly, quickly flinging him self up, moving forward in this large room, his hand on his swords handle.
    "And yet you couldn't grasp or comprehend why."
    Smoke began to pour in as a record player began to spin. Crackling piano resonated with the room... He recognised it... they both did.
    Fury now raging in Zanthars skin, he rushed forward, thwipping his sword out, the silver-blue blade clashing with Kilians black sword. The sparks lit up Kilians devine features, sharp jaw line, soft cheekbones, and a sickening smile that both sent a shiver down anyones spine and radiated a warmth.
    Kilian sent Zanthar back, swishing his sword in an arc as smoke was dragged up and covered him in a haze. Zanthars mind racing from an adrenaline filled attack, as he turned just in time to see Kilian strike behind to his throught, only to be stopped by the hilt of Zanthars sword. He lashed a second attack to his back, but Zanthar twisted left as the music began to become audible.
"I ache for the touch of you lips dear, not much more for the touch of your whips dear~"
    Another clach and sparks as both swords interlock with both men facing eachother. Kilian steps forward as Zanthar steps back and suddenly they both turn. The smoke lightly obstructing Zanthars view.
  "This is the song we used to sing to, remember Zanthar? All the times we practiced this?" He lashed out suddenly, and Zanther side stepped in time to watch as he gracefully fell forward, Kilian feeling his breath on his neck.
    "Sure I remember," he recovered from the adrenaline, "all the times you miraculously showed up in the kitchen, whenever the adults left." A flicker of a memory passed over, a faded smile long gone now.
    Another dodged sword strike to the rhythm. "What about the silver? Rember all the silver?"
    "How-" Zanther parried a strike quickly sending Kilian back. "How could I forget the silver, all the silver." He watched as Kilian tapped to the beat. "All the shiny objects you enticed me with."
    "Just an offer to a poor soul." He slowly dragged the blade up, slicing the air while the smoke trailed along the surface. He looked longingly at the sword.       "Your father forged this blade, and I hope it gets a true taste of heritage."
    "All that blade gets to taste is the steel of vengeance!" Zanther striked to the right, the blades sliding off eachother as a plethora of sparks flew up and lit the room for a split second. He swung his sword once more, managing to lock blades at the hilt. He dragged Kilian closer.
    "Want another kiss before death? A pathetic thing to do as a man of his words."
    "Just to stare deep into your eyes to understand your cowerdance to fight me." They flung eachother back. "Why have you not strick a blow yet? Only you would show remorse towards me."
    Kilian stood back, flipping his sword in his hand. His smile finally fell.
    The chorus swelled in the song as they prepared for another round. "Bash in my brain, and make me scram with pain;" the two men ran at eachother, swords locked again with sparks showing the rage in each blade. Killian quickly took his top hand and slapped Zanther in the face, his wrist lightly gracing the blades. Zanther ducked quick and flung a kick to his torso.
"And hit me once again and say we'll never part;"
    The men swung continously at eachother, light drips of blood fell to the floor from Kilian. Zanthar hardened his look and locked his elbows while Kilian lashed out franticly, real fear flashing for a split second.
    Zanthar hooked his blade under his, flinging it out of his grasp. It clattered to the floor beyond the smoke. Zanthar kicked Kilian back as he smacked into the wall, deflated and defenceless. The silver blue blade to his throught.
    "I loved you, I really did."
    "And so did I-"
    "You don't have the right to say that." They both heaved for a second, "You loved me and then proceeded to allow my family to be murdered. My father, my mother, my siblings..."
    "I did what I had to, to keep you alive and with me-"
    "Really?!" He let put and exasperated breath, "To keep me with you? We had that chance. Way back." He grazed his sword to his chin, lifting his face to him, "We had that chance."
    "And we still do!"
    "Not. Any. More." Zanthar knelt down to him. He carefully lifted his other hand, shaky, and caressed Kilians cheek. He stared deeply into those fearful blue sapphires. He slowly brought his hand behind his head, pulling tightly on Kilians braid. Kilian mumbled a groan of pain, still staring into eachothers eyes.
    "I love you," Kilian spoke. His whole demeanor changed.
    "I loved you."
Zanthar swiped his sword along his throught and through his braid slicing both. Kilians hand went straight to his throught as blood spilled from his wound. A scream of pain escaping his perfect lips, the blood staining his braid that was dropped uselessly infront of him. Zanthar got up.
    "This was for them, for all the families you've taken and lives you've destroyed." And at last he plunged his sword into his chest. "And that, was for my love."
    A sickening smile came to Kilians face in his last moments. He looked around at the sword deep in his chest, through his still beating heart. Sure it hurt, but not as much as his burned love shattered. Zanther watched as the sapphire he so loved drained of it's shine and sparkle. The smile stayed on his face, his body limp and warm. Zanthar took out a diamond, the exact one from five years ago, when Kilian abandoned him after killing everyone he loved. He laid the diamond in Kilians blood stained hands.
    "At least I said goodbye."

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