His head was aching, the wind whistled in his ears, and behind him was the sky.
He reached out his hand but couldn't catch anything, and could only helplessly fall from the sky.
…
Garlan took a deep breath and dispelled the vague emotions that entangled him from his body.
Why did he run away
he thinks.
Why should he be afraid of Heimos
Garlan raised his head and looked at Heimos, who was standing opposite.
The man lowered his eyes and didn't look at him again. In the dark night, the fine eyelashes cast a deep shadow on the man's brown cheeks.
Heimos stood still, not moving.
He didn't know what he was thinking.
It was like a fierce wolf that opened its sharp teeth and approached its prey a second ago, but at this moment, its edge suddenly dissipated, standing alone in the shadows, and fell silent.
The night wind suddenly blew, and the coolness made Garlan wake up. The cyan hair rope tied with the blond hair behind his head suddenly spread out and was blown away by the wind, passing a cyan trace in the air, and then disappeared.
The long hair draped over his shoulders fluttered in the wind like a tuft of golden clouds.
The boy who was originally frightened and angry stood on the suspended platform, standing in the wind, and suddenly calmed down.
It's not the same anymore.
Now, it is completely different from before.
Now he doesn't need to be afraid of anyone.
Garlan no longer looked at Heimos, but left the suspended platform and walked straight forward.
As he walked, he tore off the pure gold woven bracelet on his wrist, then raised his hands back, and tied the blond hair scattered on his shoulders at will.
"It was my fault, Heimos, that I misunderstood you."
The blond hair that was tied at random by him was slightly messy and loose, and a few strands of blond hair slipped down his right shoulder and fell to his chest.
Garlan raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He said, "Because that person was trying to use the throne to provoke you and me, and wanted us to fight, in order to make him give up, and because the customs of Tasda were different from other regions, I told that lie and wanted to make him give up."
Heimos clenched the hand hanging by his side.
The fingernail pierced into the palm of his hand, and it hurt slightly.
Only the pain can calm him down and keep him from doing those dangerous things.
He stood quietly, patiently, without saying a word.
Garlan turned his head and looked at Heimos with bright golden eyes.
After calming down and waking up from the nightmare just now, Garlan quickly understood what he should do now.
Although he didn't know why Heimos suddenly did such a thing, he had to tell his feelings frankly - in order to avoid causing a bigger misunderstanding again.
"Heimos, we grew up together, you are right, I do like you."
The boy calmly looked at Heimos.
However, his words did not make Heimos show the slightest happy look, but slightly frowned and took a step forward.
However, as soon as Heimos took a step forward, Garlan raised his hand and pressed his fingertips on Heimos's chest.
He didn't exert any force, but just such a movement, and a look at Heimos, easily stopped all the actions of that powerful man.
Heimos glanced at Garlan, perhaps because Garlan was standing under the slanting starlight, while he happened to be standing in the shadow of the attic.
His face and eyes seemed to have suddenly dimmed a bit.
Because the lips were pressed too tightly, it was as thin as a line, and the bitten scar was still bleeding, and at first glance it seemed inexplicably painful.
Garlan's heart was suddenly touched.
It was the first time in all these years that he saw such a look on Heimos's face... It seemed that nothing could move this powerful man, but now...
Is Heimos serious
Did he just go too far in a fit of anger
He couldn't help thinking about it, but he quickly suppressed it.
If Heimos was serious, he would have to stop his thoughts immediately.
Because he couldn't give Heimos any response.
"But I like you as much as Cayhorth."
He says,
"And the kind that likes... love, I like girls, cute, lily-like girls."
"So, Heimos, I like you just as much as I like Kejos... you understand?"
Heimos, who pursed his lips, was silent for a while, then suddenly spoke.
"You obviously like that guy more and trust him more. You tell him everything and don't tell me."
He said with a hint of resentment in his voice.
The tone seemed to have been held back for a long time, and now I finally couldn't help but say it.
He was very unhappy about the Tasdar mission.
Garlan would rather call Kaihos, who has not returned to the royal city, to help him, but he does not want to let him know, and he deliberately hides it from him.
In this regard, he did not show it on his face, in fact, he had been brooding for a long time.
Garland was still carefully considering the language to explain to Heimos, and now that he said this, he was suddenly angry and laughed at what Heimos said.
It was in vain that he just thought that he was right, but this guy is actually here to eat Kaijos's vinegar.
"Kaihos is known as the knight of the scorching sun, one in ten thousand. Why don't I have such a strong subordinate?"
Heimoston, who was refuted, said abruptly.
"I also have the title of Black Knight."
I am no worse than him.
The above subtext is almost ready to speak.
Garland: "..."
You're still in a row with Kaihos, aren't you
He couldn't help crying and laughing. The anger just now was wiped out by the rogue-like behavior of Heimos.
He said angrily: "You 'black knight' is not my knight, Kaihos is my guardian knight, even my life is mine, just like my hands and feet, I trust my hands and feet more. wrong?"
Hmm, no, the topic seems to be diverted.
Garlan, who felt wrong, quickly turned the topic back.
"Let's not talk about this, I just want to make it clear to you."
"I've never considered a future with men who are also male, and I'm not planning to move towards that future."
"Of course, I don't think it's strange that you like same-sex, it's your freedom, after all... eh?"
and many more.
Give me a moment.
Halfway through, Garlan suddenly felt a little strange.
He turned his head hard, and finally remembered what was wrong.
[Even if I die, it is impossible for me to like a man.]
"Uh, that, Heimos."
The corners of Garlan's eyes twitched, and he looked up at Heimos.
"I remember you said that at that time, you said you didn't like men, and you wouldn't like them even if you died."
His hand was still on Heimos's chest, but this moment turned into a poke.
He tapped on the chest with his fingertips.
"What's going on now?"
Heimos turned his eyes away and looked at the other side, as if he didn't want to look at Gallan.
Those thin lips were still pressed tightly, and the lip line became sharper and sharper, and his expression also looked very depressed, so depressed that he didn't want to speak.
Now he has a feeling of being slapped hard by the old self.
Garland glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.
"You made an oath in the name of Shamash."
Heimos finally moved his tightly pursed lips.
He murmured, "I don't believe in Shamash."
The tone of the black knight's speech at this moment was like a child who wanted to cover up when he got into trouble.
Garland: "..."
Ah, I really want to beat him.
But couldn't beat him.
Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden pain in his mouth, and Gallan subconsciously raised his hand and touched his lips.
The slightest touch of the fingertips caused a tingling pain.
what happened
He just bit Heimos's lower lip just now, it's impossible to bite himself
Garlan touched his lips, which had a slight tingling sensation, and suddenly felt a scorching gaze.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw that Heimos, who had just averted his eyes from looking at him, was staring at him with burning eyes.
His eyes were fixed on his lips, his eyes almost burning.
Those eyes were too hot, as if they were continuing to lick his lips roughly with invisible eyes.
The man's straightforward and aggressive gaze made Garlan's face suddenly hot.
He quickly raised his hand and wiped his mouth vigorously with the back of his hand.
Just as soon as I wiped it, there was another sting.
"do not move."
Heimos stared at Garland and said, "It's swollen, and it will hurt if you rub it hard."
As he spoke, he reached out to take Garlan's hand.
However, as soon as his hand was stretched out, it was snapped open by Garlan.
Garlan threw his hand away and looked at him angrily.
"Who do you think it's because of your injury?"
The tingling sensation in his mouth made Garlan's mood worse.
When he thought that before returning to the banquet, the slightly red and swollen lips didn't know if it could go away, he couldn't help but get a little angry again.
He raised his foot forward, passed Heimos directly, and walked quickly to the stone table.
He didn't sit on the stone bench, but put his hands on the table, jumped lightly, and sat directly on the stone table.
One foot swayed in the air, the other stepped on the edge of the stone table, and his arms rested on his bent knees.
He stopped paying attention to Heimos, and looked down at the star-lit land below the high platform.
Garlan turned his head sideways, and spoke directly without looking at Heimos.
"I've made it clear what I should say, you go back first, and I'll have to blow my hair here."
At least wait for the marks on the lips to disappear before going back.
The young man thought so depressed.
However, Heimos did not move.
He stood silently where he was, looking at Garlan.
He asked, "Are you angry?"
Garland ignored him.
Mouth still hurts.
He felt aggrieved when he thought that the first kiss he had accumulated in his life was with a man or forced.
Heimos asked again: "What can I do to make you not angry with me?"
A few strands of golden hair were scattered on the boy's fair neck, and fell down the neck fossa to the slender collarbone.
The young man turned his head.
He sat on the blue stone table with one leg bent, his arms folded on his knees.
Slightly tilted his head, he looked at Heimos, his golden eyes slightly curved, like a crescent moon in the sky.
"Kneel down and beg me~"
He looked at Heimos, and his slightly curved eyes were half angry and half playful, with a bit of cunning, like a cat that lost his temper.
It's obvious that he says something that makes people angry, but it makes people feel too cute.
The corners of Heimos's eyes twitched.
There was no expression on his face, he just lifted his foot and walked forward.
And Garlan looked away after saying that.
"Okay, just kidding."
He said, waving his hand at Heimos casually, motioning him to hurry up.
"We've been out for so long, you better hurry back..."
What he was saying suddenly got stuck in half.
The boy's eyes suddenly widened.
He opened his eyes, opened his mouth, and stared blankly at the person in front of him.
Heimos, who walked in front of him, leaned over and landed on one knee.
He knelt at the boy's feet.
Then, he raised his head, and the slanting starlight that slanted in fell on the handsome half of his cheek.
The sharp eyes of the day are slightly bent, and the starlight becomes more and more soft.
"Then, are you willing to accept now, the life and soul of the knight in front of you who wants to serve you devoutly."
He says.
The voice was clearly low, but the reverberation of the last word suddenly evoked an arc.
Inexplicably hooked to the extreme.
"… My master?"
…
Do not.
and many more…
You are so foul!