We were in the arena. It was sweaty and cold, an inefficient battling scenario, and more soldiers than I would have liked had fallen to the ground because of the frost. I did not know if I found it funny or disappointing. Both of course, but I limited myself to look at them with disdain, because disappointing was more fit from a superior.
I was swimming in between matches trying to correct them; a pose there, a wrong handled here, just minor stuff because we had good soldiers, and I could not stop the proud waves that clashed over me while seeing all these soldiers so fit, proper and serious. Like the true warriors they once dreamed of.
The thought had just crossed my mind when the bells rang. They immediately stopped whatever they were doing and with child-like grins they ran towards the weaponry, leaving all the gears and swords and spears, messily though, while running like giggling middle-schoolers towards the doors. They were so cute.
I chuckled and joined them leaving all my stuff on top of the mounting-like form they had created in the rush. They are going to run an extra 5 laps round the training grounds when they come back. I put on my white coat, my fluffy, warm and so welcoming coat, my thick gloves and my scarf. Locked the weaponry and closed the doors, no one but me left. I knew that it was as scheduled, but still came as a surprise, they were all so excited to get drunk and eat 'till they dropped that no one had waited for their cute colonel. An extra 2 because I can.
I pocketed my, still, cold hands and began the path to the pub.
It was a cold night and with every breath I exhaled a cloud of steam followed it. It always brought back memories: when I was nothing but a child, I played to be a train by tipping my head back and hyperventilating, I was a simple child I know, but it always made me laugh 'cause I was ridiculous. I did a 360, looking for any onlookers, smiling I did a little excited jump and proceed to tipped my head back matching with a rising fist as I exhaled repeatedly. As my last breath left me, I giggled; because I'm still a simple man and there were none to witness it. I was going for another chu chu when someone grabbed me by the hips.
- Bo! – someone shacked me towards them. I instantly gave a shrink and turned quickly because they were so going to earn a lot of running around the grounds.
- Emilio?! What the Fuck?!?! – I was not expecting him, that I admit, but I do not know why. This was so him and it was so freakingly cute.
He laughed so happily and with a linking arm around my neck, he brought me towards his side while still laughing. It wasn't that funny, he scared me, shut up.
- Shut up – I pushed against him, blushing like a drunkard. He let me but continued to laughed. His, oh so contagious laugh just had to force a coupled of chuckles that just flew out of my mouth, breaking my mad-stance and making the corners of my mouth wiggle. With a smile I stood behind him and pushed him forward, adding more unexpected strength when he, being the teasing child that he was born as, pushed his weight against me. This time I laughed wholeheartedly – Come on! There will be none left!
- What are you saying! It's not even eight you wimp!
- Wimp?! Who are you calling wimp you child?! – he had the guts to chuckled at me, once again whilst stopping his feet on the ground and titling his chin while crossing his arms, like he was proving something. He is not stronger than me, okay maybe he is but I will never say so. I decided then: I stopped for a second, as if to regain my breath; did a small push, to force him to push back so that he remained where he was, trying not to succumb; which he did, quickly I side-stepped to his right making him lose his balance and then tripped him. He deserved it.
- Oops – In the most dry, toneless voice I could master.
He looked at me, from the ground though and he was smiling so cute, so fondly, with his head leaned to the side and snow all over his hair, legs spread out as if bathing in the sun, looking at me with that gorgeous face of his. I couldn't stop it nor hide it, I blushed so bad and so easily. Seriously fuck him.
I stretched out my arm and with an even wider smile, just how? he took it and propped him up to his feet. He stepped closer and we were just like centimeters apart from each other, I could feel his whole essence just guarding me from the cold wind while we were looking to each other. He was again looking at me with that sympathetic face so again I continued to blush, I wanted to look away but I couldn't just in case this was some type of dominance game, I am the dominant one in this relationship Em; we couldn't have been there more than half a minute but I was getting even more insecure and redder by the second.
He surprised me when he tided his arm to my shoulders and drew me back into him, with a nudge we continued the now darker path to the pub.
It was nice, a cool contrast to him warm body: his chest was perfectly inviting me to pillar my head. It was nice, silent and peaceful.
- Luka? – I was warmed and cooed so I just hummed. – What the fuck were you doing before?
It took me a couple of seconds to get it, my eyes comically widen awake and my face transformed tomato. There wasn't supposed to be anyone! Shiiit.
- Shup up!! – I pushed him, again, and started walking faster, I heard him laugh, does he never stop? and the snow break as he jogged to catch my pace. Honestly, fuck him.
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Once Upon a Time
FantasyWe are proud soldiers, we have fought for our Kingdom and we have been rewarded with lasting peace, or about as lasting as peace can be. I'm very bad at summaries but give this story a chance!