Wings Of Fate

Chosen

Riven carefully began untying Eugene’s robe, his hands steady yet deliberate. The soft rustle of the fabric made Eugene suddenly squirm, his cheeks flushing. “W-wait, slow down!” he stammered, his voice higher than usual.

Riven paused, raising an eyebrow. “Wait? You provoked me, remember?”

Eugene immediately put on his most innocent expression, his wide, kitten-like eyes blinking up at Riven. “I didn’t do anything. I was just teasing,” he said softly, almost purring.

Riven sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to steel himself. “Eugene, stop with that look. You’re too—”

Before Riven could finish, Eugene reached up and tugged him closer, his hands resting gently on Riven’s shoulders. “You know,” Eugene murmured with a playful smile, “you’re way too easy to fluster.”

Riven blinked, caught off guard as Eugene leaned in, brushing his lips softly against his. The kiss deepened naturally, slow and sweet, and Eugene’s hands began working on the ties of Riven’s robe.

“Eugene…” Riven whispered against his lips, his voice low but warm.

“Hush,” Eugene whispered back, his fingers steady as he loosened Riven’s robe before letting it fall open. His own robe followed shortly after, slipping off his shoulders like a whisper.

Riven's hands moved to cradle Eugene’s face, his thumbs brushing over his cheeks with a tenderness that made Eugene's heart flutter. Their gazes met, and for a moment, they simply looked at each other, both taking in the vulnerability and trust reflected in the other’s eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” Riven said softly, his voice almost reverent.

Eugene’s cheeks turned an even deeper pink, but his smile didn’t waver. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he teased lightly, though his tone carried a genuine warmth.

They leaned into each other again, their movements unhurried and full of quiet passion. Riven’s hands explored Eugene’s body with reverence, memorizing every curve and line, while Eugene’s own touch was both curious and affectionate, as if discovering Riven all over again.

Every kiss, every caress was gentle and filled with love, a slow exploration of each other’s emotions and desires. The world outside the room faded away, leaving only the soft sound of their breaths and the warmth they shared.

As they held each other closer, their bond felt unbreakable, a shared moment of love and vulnerability that neither would ever forget.

Riven lay on his back, the soft glow of Eugene’s moonlit wings shimmering even through the blanket that half-covered them. Eugene, resting on Riven’s chest, breathed softly, his hair tickling Riven's collarbone. Riven smiled, his fingers brushing through Eugene’s silky locks as his eyes wandered to the faint dusting of fairy glitter scattered across the bed. Some clung to Riven’s dark hair and his own black wings, now speckled with Eugene’s pale, silvery dust, giving them an ethereal shimmer.

His lips curved into a smile as he kissed Eugene's forehead. "Even when you sleep, you make everything around you beautiful," Riven whispered, carefully tucking the blanket tighter around Eugene before sliding out of bed.

Riven grabbed his robe and slipped it on, the fabric brushing against his skin as he stood, stretching his wings briefly before shaking off the residual fairy dust. He turned back to check on Eugene, only to hear him stir.

Eugene mumbled something, his voice low and faint at first. The words were unfamiliar, ancient and melodic yet strange, flowing like a chant: “Phos... asteri... klyzo thyra.” Riven frowned, stepping closer.