The Forest [Brallon]

Chapter 4

Dallon had finished dressing and Brendon turned around to face him. "Don't be self-conscious. You're beautiful."

"But you... Y-you're..." Dallon paused to think. "There isn't any words to describe you. You're just perfect. I'm nothing compared to anyone, especially you." He smiled looking down at the boy.

"No..." Brendon shook his head, grinning. "You are perfect."

"Shhh." Dallon kissed him and shyly walked to his bathroom to make sure he looked okay.

Brendon was beautiful to Dallon. Even when Brendon said that he wasn't perfect, Dallon thought he was. After everything the two had been through, together and alone, in just such a short time, they wouldn't lie about something like that. Dallon looked himself over in the mirror. The full body mirror in Brendon's bathroom. An exquisite wodden frame, with glittery red crystals lining  the sides. The glass was sharp and produced a wonderful image when he saw Brendon come into the picture.

Brendon stepped up behind him, wrapping his arms around Dallon's waist and pressing a kiss to his neck. "You look wonderful." Brendon's thoughts of the mirror started to change. It used to be the most dreaded of objects in the castle. He hated his body, and that was partially the mirror's fault for letting him look at it for too long. But now, whenever he looked into it, he saw Dal. Dallon and himself in one perfect moment. A certain forbidden love that even the strongest forces could not break.

Dallon blushed and turned around, pressing his lips to Brendon's jaw. "Thank you. You are amazing."

Brendon blushed slightly. He helped Dallon smooth down the waistcoat and took in his smell. Dallon looked back into the mirror and played with his hair untill his ears weren't noticeable.

Brendon giggled, smiling widely at him. "You look like a shaggy dog, but still cute."

He held back a smile and tried to look stern, but his face wouldn't allow it. "Woof woof," he said as a response.

Brendon laughed, throwing his head back. "Come on, you dork." He poked him. "I'm taking you out to the garden."

"Yay!" Dallon jumped and skipped behind him.

Brendon raised his eyebrows. "How old are you?"

"I lost track of the years, although i am much younger than most of the elves." Dallon was suddenly serious again.

"You lost track?" Brendon paled. "I'm only twenty."

"I am approximately 210 years of age. Technically that is 21 human years. I suppose... The elf realm moves in much faster time than the human world."

"Oh...It doesn't matter, I don't think..."

"I'm sorry." Dallon kissed his cheek.

"Why?" Brendon frowned.

"I didn't inform you of my age. I hope that doesn't change anything between us." He spoke in a pleading tone.

"Why would that?" Brendon shook his head, leaning onto Dallon a bit. "I knew you would be at least a hundred years older than me, you're an elf. It's perfectly fine."

"Good. I feared you would not like me anymore. I've read that some humans are like that." 

"Some are, yes. But not me." Brendon chuckled.

"Okay. I believe you," Dallon whispered. Brendon pressed against Dallon, leaning in and kissing his neck softly. A small moan escaped Dallon's mouth and he wrapped his arms around Brendon. They were in the corridor. He wanted to break away so they wouldn't get caught, but didn't.