Slowly look away (completed)

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Arlo lay on his side of the bed. The black haired elf was peacefully sleeping soft snores coming from him once in a while.

He had stolen all the blankets but that wasn't the point.

Arlo's heart was beating fast. He was surprised he wasn't shaking, that's how fast it was going.

It had only been a few weeks since John had moved into his room for him t o get to know him better.

His mother's idea.

Things had happened this week with the elf.

Arlo glances at johns sleeping figure.

There where there things that stuck out to Arlo.

The first thing that happened was in the garden.

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"Hey Arlo" John says smiling widely at the blond. They both sat in a flower garden sipping on peppermint tea.

John was silently chuckling at the blond, the large crum of dark chocolate from the cookies rested on his chin and the blond didn't notice intel John reached over the table and rubbed it off with his thumb and licked it off of his thumb the hole time keeping eye contact with the blond.

Golden eyes stare over at blue ones. John smiles widely at the blond and continue sipping on tea. For some starve reason the blonds heart beat widely after this and he's face felt warm.

He rubbed it off and sipped peacefully on bitter coffee with not much conversation between the two.

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The blond fiddles with a red dress shirt and tie. He stood in front of a stand up mirror, it reflected a handsome tall, muscular young adult that Arlo recognized as himself.

The blond tied a lose not in his tie before in tying it and trying again.

This continued for at least 10 minutes before John, who was watching from a near by red plush seat got up to help.

He got up to and stood next to Arlo and forced him to look at him from his perched. "Idoit" Arlo was taken aback "your going to be late for the meeting with your mother if you keep this up" John said trying his best to tying the tie in his hands.

"This should do!" He grined at his work, the blond stealing a glance at the smaller  black haired male. "You really are like a house wife" Arlo said eyeing the smaller.

John gave a 'what do you mean' look at the blond with a small glare as well. "I saw you cleaning my ahm-" Arlo coughed "are 'room'" saying that was odd he decided to no longer say stuff like that.

John smiled up at the blond but it looked strained. "Well then...ill go to are 'room'" he said, Arlo glanced at the boy as John made his way back to the plush red chair picked up the book he was originally reading and left.

Yeah it was are room. It sounds less odd when he said it, maybe it wasn't that bad.

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And then last moment Arlo had realist the most different was in a meeting with fellow kingdoms, johns kingdom wasn't for obvious reasons but John was welcome under the Queens request.

John sat next to the advisory of the WestTerritories an old man who was slightly balding. Arlo glances over at a very uncomfortable John a few times before realizing why he was so uncomfortable, the old man hand crept up his thigh slowly making John flinch a little, the bandages covering his ears still along with his head, fingers, and figure in general was shaking uncontrollably.

"Mom" Arlo started taking johns hand in his own under the table "The elf" he addressed John the way the maids and servants did "doesn't look like he's feeling well, I'll take him to the medical room" he finished looking down the long table at his mother.

John eyes widened as he looked at the tall blond male.

If possible he started shaking more, Arlo remembers that the medical room was the same room john's- that john's ear where 'removed'.

Arlo glanced at the bandages covering the wounded and where his ears would have been if they where still there.

"Hmm okay" his mother answered looking at the startled elf boy that her son was clinging to.

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Seeing John scared was horrify and he didn't want to see that again. Ever.

Arlo grumbled fixing his poster to be  straighter. He glanced back at John sleeping.

He had rolled over now, so he was facing Arlo. A small trail of drool escaped his mouth messy black hair and long eyelash covering his gold eyes.

The blond sighed the same warm sensation covering his cheeks.

Arlo thinks he had fallen.

Fallen for an elf.