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Star's Obsession

White Star's knuckles light grazed over the photos. His back faced away from the door, as he carressed his favourite picture. The blurry picture of the red head, smiling softly with snowflakes falling around him. His eyelashes were coated in white cold snow, his nose and ears reddened from the cold. The insignificant little creatures building snowmen around him were blacked out.

Candids and still lifes of Cale Henituse decorated his walls, but this. This was his favourite picture. His silly little rival didn't even know he was having his picture taken, and yet. The attractive man was so photogenic that it almost seemed like he was posing.

No. Maybe he was posing. Ha. White Star's smirk grew. Was he posing for him? He must've been teasing him, telling him that he knew he was there. Of course. He was choosing to pose for him. His rival was truly just as smart as he was. 

They were intertwined, their lives was universely intertwined. They were meant to share the universe. The last obstacle in his path to divinity. He was meant to try and ruin him. Cale Henituse. He wanted to crush him, and yet, he also wanted to keep him. In a dark cell, away from everyone. All for himself.

White Star's pupils shook, imagining Cale bound, forced to rely on him, seeking him out and waiting, alone, scared, wanting. Wanting him. Wanting him. Wanting, wanting, wanting. 

White Star slumped to his knees. He looked up at the wall, at all the Cale Henituses. All looking down at him, with a disobedient look. Their disgusted reddish-brown eyes following his own red bright eyes, degrading him with just a look. His own pupils shrunk into slits and he glared at the photos with hatred. 

"Don't look at me like that. Not with those eyes." White Star whispered, his voice straggled. He looked up at the photos, digging his fingernails into his thighs. His anger grew silently and furiously. He pushed himself back and dragged himself backwards in fear.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes all looking down at him. Cale Henituse's eyes. Cale Henituse looking down at him. At him. Cale Henituse in his commander outfit, Cale Henituse holding his children, Cale Henituse bathing, Cale Henituse bleeding after one of their tougher battles. All of them, all looking down at him.

He stood up, and ripped at his pictures. His fingernails broke, blood dripping from his fingertips. Corners of the pictures were still stuck on the wall and he continued to rip it onto pieces. He breathed hard, his chest heaving up and down. Confetti of Cale's face decorated his floor and yet, somehow, they were still staring at him. 

He screamed, his voice reverberating in the room.

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Dorph looked down to his leader, who was significantly shorter than he was. He was skinnier and sleep deprived. Dorph breathed out his nose, snickering under his breath. He didn't care for him, he just wanted to get power for himself. His niece and his nephew were the only other people he cared about.

Dorph heard a sound. His lion ears twitched, one ear turning to the roof. Soft footsteps were walking towards their room. But he didn't get defensive or gnarly, because he recognised those footsteps. The way he led with his heels because he was weighed down from what he was carrying, how the footsteps were softened from soft wooly socks, protected from the floor, and how he walked in a stiff straight line.

Sayeru pushed open the door, his silver glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. Paperwork dug into his arms, and he walked towards their liege, hunched over his desk. His nose crinkled in worry, and Dorph mimicked his expression, feigning interest. 

"My liege, are you doing okay?" The short bear man asked. He was definitely skinnier, and his face had dark circles. And he was worrying about their liege. His hair was definitely greasier, and his fingernails were uneven, like he had bitten it nervously. His nose got even more scrunched. He knew biting nails could make his immune system weak. He said he was going to quit.