Please Don't Leave

The Askr prince let out a heavy sigh as he leaned forward against the railing of the balcony in his room. Ever since he and the others made it back to the castle after successfully freeing the Radiant Hero from Veronica's grasp, he still can feel his heart beating in overdrive. The very moment that Kiran didn't come through the gateway, he could almost feel several burly hands grasp his heart and lungs and slowly squeeze the air out of them. Memories of the day Zacharias disappeared were racing through his mind with every second the summoner was gone, fear was slowly consuming him at the thought that he had once more lost someone dear to him. But when a second gateway opened and Kiran came through, collapsing to the ground panting, He felt the grip on his immediately release, allowing him to breathe once more at the sight of his friend from another world safe and unharmed. The mention that Zacharias was the one who saved him shook Alfonse's mind, but on the trip back to the castle, the relief that Kiran was alright was the only thing he could focus on and the only thing his mind allowed him to think about.

The chill night breeze light brushed against his golden tipped blue hair and the quiet air gave him plenty of time to think. It took every ounce of him to keep himself composed around the summoner and refrain himself from breaking down.

He swore to himself that he wouldn't do this. The day Anna introduced him to Kiran, he told himself not to get close to him. To only keep interactions with him only limited to the mission and the current personal health. To keep his focus on striving for peace and growing stronger. To not befriend the summoner.

But, surely enough, as days pasts by, he found himself getting closer to him. The simplistic and straightforward conversations steadily shifted into long personal talks. Their talks regarded personal information and events the two have been through and learning more about each other's world. Though throughout their talks, Kiran had to find ways to explain certain things from his world to the prince in a way he would understand. The differences between their worlds was truly black and white. But the moment Alfonse knew he could no longer deny that he had indeed befriended Kiran was the moment he no longer referred to him as just "Summoner", but by his name.

At that moment, he knew that his promise to stay clear of Kiran had utterly failed. But as time went on, he felt a new emotion slowly build up within him. At first, he didn't really know what it was. He passed it off as just simple enjoyment at his newest friend. But much like a fire, it slowly sweltered and burned from within him. The flames grew more and more poignant, the unknown feeling he felt slowly made itself more and more clear with each little detail he noticed about Kiran.

His surprisingly gently face hidden under his cowl. The way he held himself with such maturity and his newfound grace he got from being around so many royals. His surprisingly lovely laugh. The enthusiasm he had whenever he would tell him of his world. The way he adapted himself to the role of a leader. His perseverance and bravery in the face of danger. How he would help them in anyway despite not having a weapon. How he was always there for him regardless of how miniscule his problems were. How he was able to make him smile so easily. How he's managed to lift his spirits again.

How he made him feel... whole.

With each realization, the mysterious emotion unveiled itself piece by piece. But as it became more known, it scared him. He mind seemed to want to forcefully push that emotion back into the deepest recesses of his mind, to try and tell himself that it wasn't what he assumed it was. But after today, after nearly losing him, he knew he could no longer deny it.

So now he finds himself in his room, isolated away from everyone who was celebrating another victory, questioning what he will do next. How will he be able to approach Kiran now that these feelings have overtaken him? His hands tangled in his hair as he let out a frustrated groan. His mind was reeling so much in his thoughts that he didn't hear the door to his room open.