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Xephna ~ His Torch Obsession

Maybe it was the light that illuminated from the burning sticks, or the soft glow of warmth that they would give off. Maybe it was the flashing colours of amber, crimson and a yellow as bright as the sun. Maybe it was the sense of safety that radiated off of them. Whatever the case, one thing was obvious.

Xephos had an obsession with torches.

At night, his parents would always have to leave one lit, otherwise he would sob quietly to himself in fear. However, when one of the torches was in his range of sight, he couldn't help but fall under it's spell, as though he was hypnotised by the crackling and sparking of the stick. Noone could do anything about it, so they simply gave him what he wanted, which proved the point.

Xephos had an obsession with torches.

His friends at school soon noticed. At the end of term, when the entire class was granted the opportunity to watch a movie in utter darkness, Xephos would always be in the corner, fiddling with his thumbs and rocking back and forth. Whilst the pictures on the screen continued to play, they quickly noticed Xephos' absense, despite how much he wished they wouldn't. He didn't want them to know his secret.

Xephos had an obsession with torches. 

Despite what he thought, his friends didn't mind, because they had their own obsessions and worries. Gathering together, his friends planned a sleepover, during which they would each confess their own worries. Everybody agreed to tell their secret, other than one little blonde boy, who leaned against the wall, scoffing at the stupid plan. It wasn't because he disliked the idea of a late night - where they would gobble popcorn aimlessly whilst giggling - it was merely because he, himself, was scared.

It would have shocked the group to know that the person they thought to be the strongest, yet quietest, was truly scared to the bone to tell them what his true fear was. Yes, Lalna was worried about their rotten judgement, after all, they were only tweens. But he knew something else, one major detail that no one bothered to account for - Xephos hated parties.

Xephos had an obsession with torches. 

When they all had arrived at Sjin's house - the biggest of the lot -, they were shocked at the pure size of it. A giant marble arc marking the entrance of the gleaming, shining house, which glinted in the moonlight. Shivering as he stared at the gargantuan mansion, Xephos rubbed his arms anxiously, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly. Why did he have to agree to this?

Mustering up all of his courage, Xephos sighed, before making his way up the massive array of steps that led up to the huge wooden door. Taking a sharp breath, Xephos tapped lightly, hoping that someone inside heard the measly sound it let off. Thankfully, they did, and the raven haired boy was relieved to see Sjin's parents stood by the door, smiles upon both of their faces before they hushed Xephos into the house.

Xephos had an obsession with torches. 

Welcoming him into the bedroom, Xephos nodded curtly, before entering. All of his group lay sprawled on the floor, chatting away as their heads lay prominantly on their fluffy pillows. Hearing a familiar voice shout his name, Xephos smiled, looking over at Duncan with sparkling eyes. The blonde hugged his best friend tightly, saying how much he wanted him here. And that made Xephos smile.

Xephos had an obsession with torches. 

The rest of the night went on without a hitch. Sips pranked Sjin several times, making the entire group burst out laughing as he did. Lomadia and Kim slinked off, talking about boys, something that every five minutes, sent them into a mad flurry of feminine giggles. Martyn and Strippin insulted Toby jokingly, sticking out their tongues at the younger one. Simon ran around shouting, so nothing new happened there. Zoey and Rythian were left in a deep conversation about mushrooms and their magical properties. Meanwhile, Nilesy and Panda chilled out, sitting on the multicoloured beanbags, talking about who knows what.

Away from the room, and away from the noise, Xephos and Duncan sat. Duncan had devoloped a large headache from the sheer amount of shouting that protruded from the room, so Xephos had kindly moved him away, where they could talk without the interuption. Most of the night, that started off a plan to reveal their secrets, something that they never got around to, was fine. Nothing worrying happened.

Until about three am, when a cracking static could be heard throughout the house, before they were all plunged into darkness...

Xephos had an obsession with torches. 

Squealing and burrying his head into Duncan's chest, Xephos was well and truly scared. His entire body was shaking, as tears spilled from his eyes. The torches saved him from this, from the darkness, something that when it was there, enshrouded the land, leaving a nightmarish situation.

Seeing the raven haired boy so scared gave Duncan a feeling that he had never felt before, nor could he understand what it was. So he did what he thought was best. Linking the two boys hands and curling his fingers around Xephos' bony pale ones, Duncan hushed the boy. Stroking his soft black hair, Duncan tried to figure out what this strange feeling that was overcoming him was.

Xephos had an obsession with torches.

Without thinking, Duncan leaned down, placing his lips upon Xephos' forehead, comforting him. Xephos' body seemed to become limp as he felt an unfamiliar tingly sensation spread across him. Feeling the warmth that Duncan gave out, Xephos snuggled further, hoping to escape the darkness that trapped him.

It felt like an eternity of being sat their, both their bodies pressed together as they lay solemn in the blackness. And when the light finally flickered on, breaking the spell of horror that previously swept across the house, everybodies eyes burned other than the two boys, who although now in perfect light, still held each other for no other reason than they liked it.

Breaking away from Duncan's strong arms, Xephos looked up at Duncan's swirling turqouise eyes. Xephos himself, despite the redness that flushed his face, and the sheet of shine that washed over his eyes, still - to Duncan - looked adorable. And though how much they wanted to blame it on the noise that cast from the other room, they jumped, their lips colliding.

Maybe it was friction that pulled them together, waves of magnetism bringing the two boys to this possition. Maybe it was a loud crash from the other room, that sent the two boys tumbling. Maybe it was a strange being that infested their bodies, taking over until they couldn't pull away. Whatever the case, one thing was obvious.

Xephos no longer had an obsession with torches. 

I can Engrish! Much thanks to @6littlepizzas for her prompt! (Go follow the queen of ideas and Zoethian, now)