Silver & Gold (Scomiche)

Different Worlds

"Mitch?"  He looked over from his spot in the garden.  His mother had paid a ridiculous amount of money to have the entire garden relandscaped, which was kinda funny since the only time she ever stepped foot in it was to oversee the workers. She hadn't been in it ever since.  It was perfect and quiet, isolated and beautiful.  He almost felt like it was a gift just for him.

"Yes?" Mitch was perched on an ornate white bench, his head tilted to the side, looking quite normal and yet so unique in his black and white striped shirt, black jacket and black jeans. Scott had bought him a few outfits to wear when he came to visit, just in case he was ever seen now that they were being a bit more adventurous and wandering out of their little clearing in the woods now and then.  (It also didn't hurt that Mitch's legs and backside looked delicious in those skinny jeans.)

"What are weddings like in Illyria?"

That earned him quite the confused look on that impish face. "I don't understand."

"You know, the ceremonies where people get married. Husband and wife or husband and husband or whatever."

Mitch's golden eyes just stared up at him.

He let out a sigh. "Let me guess, you don't do that."

"We have ceremonies for a coronation." He looked off into space as he considered his words. "When my father fell in love with my mother there was a ceremony when she was crowned. Is that what you mean?"

"Kind of, I guess. Here... when my mom and dad fell in love he gave her a ring to symbolize his love for her. Like a promise I guess. They had a wedding... a ceremony where they made vows to one another. It's a big deal here." 

"Oh. I assume it's different for you. Your heart can fall in and out of love many times. I guess promises must be made."

Scott's face scrunched up at the response. It didn't feel right...   the words didn't sit well in his chest. "Do you think that maybe some humans are different? Like.. their hearts are only meant for one person?..    or... fae?"

Mitch stared into his eyes searching for the hidden meaning behind the words. The heaviness sat in the air and he could see it there, just behind Scott's eyes as he waited for an answer.  "No. Humans are humans and fae are fae. We are different and that's the way it is."

He knew he'd said the wrong thing as Scott's body slumped a bit and he'd let out a puff of air in disappointment.  

"So what about us, then? What's going to happen to us?"

It was the question he had been dreading; one that he had spent countless hours mulling over and still had no answer to. "I don't know." 

"You don't... " Scott didn't like that answer and he began to pace back and forth between the greenery.  "So... what..  you're just one day going to go back and be prince of the fair folk or whatever the hell you are!?"

He winced at the sarcasm in his voice. He knew Scott was upset, he didn't need changing eye color to know the changes in his demeanor. "You know I love you."

"But...   ?   But you don't know what we are? What we will be? What we're going to do?  Where we will  go? Im supposed to go to college in a couple of years. What then?"

"Then you will go and you will live."

He looked like he'd been punched in the chest and Mitch instantly felt the regret of his previous statement.

"You think I can just walk away and forget you?"

"I don't see any other option."