The Masks We Crown

,,Loud steps echoed through the quiet palace. Each following step was taken with more and more confidence as it got close to the entrance.

He couldn't hear how they announced him,
he couldn't feel how cold and shaky his hands were,
he couldn't smell the strong scents,
he couldn't see into the blank faces around him,
he couldn't taste the grape juice he just had,

what he could tell was that he should have run the moment his father said he bared no good news. But he didn't, so now he's stuck and he can't do anything about it. Or can he?''

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,,A fan fluttering beside him,
a page being turned,
a brush being dragged across paper,
a rose and apricot smell that distinctly resembles those persimmons that bring him joy.

He wouldn't wish to be elsewhere.''

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WARNINGS:
BL
PAIN
DEATH
ANGST
BLOOD
QUEER
OMEGAVERSE
TRUST ISSUES
PANIC ATTACKS
MENTIONS OF ATTEMPTED SUICIDE

Don't come for me if you don't like it, the warnings are all here.

(PS HAPPY ENDING)