Dakyres of Ardor | BoyxBoy ✓

10 | The Boy

EREN

Since the very day the Crescent Moon boy was admitted into the servant's quarters of the Tal Dane's castle, Eren had not been at ease. A few days after he was taken in Eren started paying regular visits to the kitchen, in the hopes of seeing the Crescent Moon boy. But he never did.

Eren felt gravely disappointed in himself when he asked one of his sister's maid servants, a Floating Mountain Dakyre, if she had any idea where the new boy was being kept and she informed him that he was at the far end of servant's quarters, getting regular visits from the mender who was trying his best to keep the boy alive.

How could he ever imagine that the boy would start going about his maid duties in just a few days of treatment. The boy who looked half dead, the only survivor among a handful of dead bodies in the dungeon. The boy who slept, on the cold hard floors of the dungeon cell, throughout three weeks without food or water. The boy who barely had skin over his bones. The boy who smelt like death.

The boy, the boy, the boy…

He couldn't get the boy off his mind. After two weeks of sleepless nights he decided he couldn't take it anymore, he had to go to where the boy was struggling for his life. He wasn't even sure if the boy was alive and that uncertainty hurt him more than anything else.

One faithful evening, he swung his hooded monk robe over his shoulders, blending into it and cloaking his figure in the excess fabric, he dashed across the Green House and straight towards the servant's quarters with a Stoichi blaze hovering above his palm to light his way.

That was the very first time he reached these parts of the castle. It was utterly abject compared to the refulgent golden walls, smooth silk fabric and close-to-heaven meals of the main castle buildings. It hurt his heart that the castle servants lived in such abjectness. It hurt his heart that the boy he so wanted to protect with everything that he was, was being kept in these quarters.

Navigating through the puzzling architecture of the building, he looked for this 'far end' of the servant's quarters. Bumping into a random castle servant, he inquired from her where the boy was being kept. Trailing behind the servant who led him to the room at the far end of the servant's quarters, he discovered the door to the room was locked, all he could do was peek in through the iron railings built into the wooden door.

He wondered why they were so cruel as to keep him locked up, he could barely lift his limp arm. There was nothing Eren could do about this, maybe it was for the better because even if the doors were unlocked, he would not be able to muster the courage to get into the room to see or touch the boy.

Even if he could, what would he say to him. He wondered how the boy would see him; the Tal Dane's son, the one person responsible for his misery. His heart ached every time it occurred to him that the boy would most likely be terrified of him.

Peeking in through the railings, the room was insanely cimmerian. He wondered how the boy managed to sleep so calmly in the eerie darkness of the room which could make a man run mad. Sending the power of his flames from inside him up into his eyes, enhancing his vision, his light brown iris turned into a lustrous yellow. Eren's heart skipped a chorus of beats when he saw the lying, slender form of the boy. He was coiled up almost agonizingly, with his hands over his face which was hidden in the crook of his elbows.

Scanning the cramped room with his Stoichi flame enhanced vision, he noticed it was completely empty save for the iron bed and a wooden stool beside it… and a green tallow candle in a metal saucer.

Thank Zaal!

He lit the candle with a flick of his index finger, freeing the room from its dark prison. If that was quality candle it was supposed to last all night. Whispering something that even he wasn't sure what, he backed away from the door and sped back to the main castle buildings.

That was the first of many visits. He kept coming around, meandering past the guards and servants, furtively watching the boy.

Two weeks later he heard from his sister that the Crescent Moon boy was fit and well now, and was going to commence his duties as her maid servant. Eren knew when the boy had regained half of his strength, because most times he came around he would find him awake. The boy would sit staring at the candle light, the only light in his cell disguised as a room, with melancholic eyes. Hugging his legs to his chest.

Eren had stopped visiting then. He did not fail to see the boy the very first day he was out and about. He even spent half of the day in the terrace of the Green House, watching the boy as he left and returned to the servant's quarters almost too frequently.

Despite not having a close view of the boy's facial features, he couldn't deny how beautiful he was, how the wind blew his long hair gracefully around his face.

He could swear the boy was shedding tears when he returned from his sister's chamber. Eren could only imagine what horrors his grim sister might have put him through. He fought the strong urge to run up to the boy, to save him, to take him under him, but he was his sister's servant and there was nothing that could be done to change that.

He wasn't even sure he had enough courage in him to walk up to the boy and ask him for his name, let alone the courage to hold and save him.

The burning urge to talk, to hold, to feel the boy grew stronger everyday and Eren knew it was just a matter of time before he lost control and made the big leap.

(Play the song.)

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