Dakyres of Ardor | BoyxBoy ✓

13 | Eternal Bonds and The Messenger of My Love

EREN & FALDREY.

"Thank you." Eren held his hands together above his chest, interlocking his fingers.

"What for?" Faldrey released his hands which he'd folded behind him, leaving them to swing freely by his side now. He'd gone back to standing like a servant should, after he successfully killed his chuckle.

"For that chuckle. It was musical." Eren complimented, causing blood to shoot back up into Faldrey's face, once again tinging it red.

"Thank you." He muttered, nervously scratching the back of his head, automatically fixing the bow knot of his ribbon.

He felt even hotter when he noticed Eren watching him fix his hair. He was dressed up, and luckily he wasn't wearing any make up today. He quickly withdrew his hand from his hair and brought it to hang beside him.

"I know my sister forced you to always put on a dress, you don't have to be shy about it. She is, and I'm not sorry to say this, cruel at times. If not all the time." He mumbled the last part to himself.

"No, you're mistaken. My Mistress is lovely." He forced that combination of words out of his mouth.

Eren scoffed.

"I assure you I'm not a telltale, whatever you say is safe with me." He chortled. "I'm not trying to force you to tell me anything or put words into your mouth, feel free. And I understand if you don't trust me, we're only just talking for the first time anyway." He found himself almost rambling again. "Why don't we take a seat, please?" He pleaded, "we can't keep standing. I'm getting tired." He added, taking a seat on one of the long benches.

They were all lustred and made of only the finest of woods.

Faldrey cautiously walked over and joined him on the bench. Sitting at the other far end of the bench, creating a safe distance between them.

"I've gotten quite used to standing and lots of other things I wasn't used to." Faldrey spoke as he sat down, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Eren desisted from probing in that direction, it was only their first conversation and it was finally going well. He didn't want to ruin it.

"I wasn't actually tired of standing, you realise I'm a warrior. I train." He brought up his hand, pulling the long sleeve of his robe up to his shoulders, baring his arm. Eren flexed his muscles for Faldrey to see.

Faldrey couldn't get his eyes off the muscled pretty pecan brown-skinned arm of Eren. The strong desire to reach out and feel, hold, or at least touch flowed right through him but he tore his eyes away and set his gaze on his laps. Avoiding Eren's gaze and hiding his face.

"I used to train back in my village. My father even got me extra lessons with my Stoichi master." He replied.

"Strict one, huh?" He asked casually, not probing. Pulling his sleeve back down. "I have seen my own share of strict parenting. Believe me when I say this."

"I loved my father." Faldrey muttered almost inaudibly.

Eren took note of the tense he used, concluding for himself that his father was dead. Hell, he was here in the Tal Dane's castle, all alone. Even if his father wasn't dead they were better off dead now because there was no hope of him going back. Eren did not want to ruin the moment. He didn't want the first time they shared together to end in unmemorable sadness.

"You know I still haven't gotten the opportunity to ask for your name. I don't want to refer to you as the male maid servant or the Crescent Moon boy," Eren quickly changed the topic, "I want to call you by your given name."