The Bandana Lovers

His Rainbow That Eclipsed

( Flashback, inner thoughts, self talk and dreams will be in bold italics)

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As the clouds decided to hide the sun behind their embrace, the weather turned moist and grey with the cold breeze of the morning waking up the trees and inviting the birds to sing. But letting this cold morning kiss his delicate body, Pete was lying on his bed without blankets, swaying his legs often. His long black hair covered the side pillow as he let them open and his arms remained exposed when he discarded his jacket sometime during the night. He was ruminating about last night while looking at his knuckles. His bruised and blood clotted knuckles which were now covered with a rough cloth. His heart was pulsating as he kept getting the flashes of last night in the middle of  which he peered through his half open eyes at his majesty Vegas who jumped in through the open window very silently making his way towards Pete. Pete still remembered the warm touch of Vegas's finger and a little black mark on it which he probably got from the flame game he kept playing with the candles he lit. He took out a torn but clean cloth and tied it on Pete's hand to soothe the blood filled pits there. And then again disappeared through the same passage he came from after rubbing Pete's hand with his thumb while looking at his deceiving sleeping face.

“Why did you do it? Why are you being like this ? Is it some agenda ? Or is it real? Can you really be good? To me?”

Pete questioned while moving his bandaged hand on his cheeks as if he loved the tender care the rugged cloth emanated. A small thundering sound made him flinch and diverted him from his thoughts. He got up while graoning in his throat. The aggression that he presented yesterday mercilessly on that jute bag was now sitting as pain in different joints and muscles of his body yet he felt more joyful about it for some reason that  even he didn't know. He stepped out of his room. It was windy, clouds were dominant and air had a strong smell of rain approaching. The terrace was an obvious place to go but Pete was attracted with something else. His steps moved towards the other room on their own. The door were closed but the large windows were still open , the pashminas that were hanging till yesterday were no longer there. Pete peeked a little more , the room had minimal furniture, a sofa and a bed both of which were covered with dusty white sheets. The chandelier was beautiful but Pete could see many spider webs forming on it. This place was never opened before Vegas did last night.

Pete moved towards the other side , the one from where  his majesty watched him over yesterday. And probably he did all night as the many melted candles with their wax sticking to the window’s  floor suggested. One of them was just a half melt.

“Were you awake till morning?” Pete questioned to himself but those answers to all his questions were only with that one person who was not here. After getting his hands bandaged last night Pete again went into deep sleep and since he woke up Vegas was nowhere to be seen. Pete did'nt ignore the fact that he felt a little empty but then he realised that it was only Vegas's courtesy that he stayed there for a night so that Pete could sleep peacefully. Pete picked up the candle and looked at it intently . He took it and placed it on the table near the window of his own room. His eyebrows frowned because he could not understand why he did that but he knew that he wanted to. He then walked towards the terrace to let the cold air touch his face and take away any last bit of dizziness from him.

“He was right Pete. You should accept your reality. And reality is that this is your new life. Your Dominica doesn't need you anymore but Alcazar is ready to accept you. Surrender yourself to service of this state and let go your desires for your so called home which is no more yours. Maybe as your majesty said, I may find my something to survive”

Pete was preparing himself to start his new life here without any ideas of grudge or revenge and any plotting on how to go back to Dominica. He came to understood that his fight is no longer of any value. He was deep in his thoughts and flinched for the second time this morning. But this time he  heard  heavy footsteps. On turning around he was met with the most stunning view of this day.  Vegas was making his way to the queen's palace. He looked handsome even with his  puffed eyes that were heavy with incomplete slumber. Vegas was everything a man , an attractive man is considered to be. His aura when he walked with that unwavering confidence. His eyes that were always shining with his alert instincts and the loose bun he always did which made the sharp lines of his face more visible. These features could leave anyone mesmerized anytime and Pete was no different as he gulped hard when he saw his majesty walking like a powerful captivator.