Faldrey sobbed, looking away from the fair maiden in front of him.
"Look at me, look into my green eyes, Byron." She placed a hand on his face, compelling him to look at her. "You'll be fine."
You'll be fine.
Aphrodite had a way of reminding him of his mother. She was an earth Dakyre who had a very strong connection with the earth, she could feel the sufferings an animal had gone through just by touching or standing in its footprint. Thereby taking a very slight peak into their past and seeing only the dominant memories of said animal.
He wiped the tear away from his face and pulled the shorter girl in an embrace, soaking in her compassion and genuine love for him.
Faldrey looked at the bright side of the situation, this wasn't all that bad. In fact, it wasn't bad at all. He'd finally gotten the chance to ask his question and understand his feelings for the Young Tal Dane more.
EREN & FALDREY
On getting to the Green House, he entered through the back entrance meant for servants so they don't have to walk in front of the royal table, obstructing their view of the beautiful garden.The young Tal Dane was seated on the hanging egg chair, attentively looking right out at the servant's quarters at the far right distance of the vast Green House. He hadn't noticed or heard the light footsteps of Faldrey when he stepped into the terrace.
Faldrey cleared his throat calmly to get his attention. The young Tal Dane quickly shot up from the chair, causing it to oscillate farther than it should, snapping his head in the direction the sound came from. He was looking right at the bright, radiant face of the boy.
There was a very long comfortable period of silence as they just stared at each other with gleaming eyes, unspoken words of strong affection somehow going to and fro between them.
Faldrey couldn't comprehend the thrill of warmth that came over him, engulfing him in a blissful cocoon of redolent flames. The heat seemed to sear right under his skin, getting to his bones, but instead of hurting, it was soothing. Just like the healing hands of a water Stoichi Dakyre.
They spent over five minutes staring at each other, the succession of strong emotions speaking volumes; happiness, ecstacy, compassion then one which Faldrey hoped was false.
"You sent for me." Faldrey struggled to keep a straight face and enunciate, but the glaring blush in his cheeks gave him away. There was no denying or ignoring what had just transpired between them.
"Yes, I did." Eren replied, his words came out as a heavy, husky whisper. His face flushed as well.
"I'm here now." Faldrey stated the obvious.
"Yes, you are," Eren replied, almost hypnotised by the beauty of the boy standing before him.
He'd finally gotten to see the boy's face up close, and that just seemed to make his craving to hold his face in his hands even stronger. Resisting the urge to take those one too many steps towards him and pulling him in an embrace, Eren blinked repeatedly, attempting to snap out of the trance he was speedily falling into.
"You're my sister's new maid servant, I mean I know, you've been here for quite a while, I've not been watching you or anything I've just been seeing you all over the place. I'm not trying to imply that you're a nuisance," he scoffed, "you're the exact opposite of that I-" he stopped himself before he could embarrass himself any further.
The boy just stood there, his gaze fixed on his as he rambled.
"Sorry let me start over-" Eren started but was interrupted.
"Please don't ever apologise to me Young Tal Dane, it's an act of sacrilege against your person and title." Faldrey corrected, realising he'd just cut the Tal Dane short, he swiftly apologised. "I'm deeply sorry for interrupting you, Your Fieriness." Faldrey used the title he was taught by the head maid to address the Young Tal Dane and the Tal Dane himself.
He was brushed up thoroughly should he ever be summoned by the Tal Dane. He had quite a lot to learn which he did, he was forced to. Aphrodite was forced to as well. Dakyres from other tribes went through this training during their first few weeks of working in the castle.
Eren stared at the long haired boy in front of him. The way he spoke, the way he held on to a forced straight face, he found it more than just adorable. He found it was bewitching. The boy in front of him wasn't the frail half dead boy that was presented to them anymore, he'd ample flesh to cover his bones, his face did not look like a skull anymore, it was plump and dazzling.
"Okay first off," he chuckled, "call me by my name, Eren. Aphrodite calls me that, and don't mind what they tell you. Calling the Young Tal Dane by his name is not punishable by death or public scourging." He explained. "Secondly I was about to start over before you interrupted me I-"
"I apologised for that," Faldrey stated.
"I did not say I was offended and you just interrupted me again. Don't even try to apologise again," Eren chuckled holding his index finger in the air, cutting off Faldrey who opened his mouth to voice another apology. "Stop apologising, enough apologies please." Eren broke into a fit of laughter, holding his stomach.
Faldrey loved the sound of his laughter. It did not sound like the awful cackle of his Mistress, the Young Tal Dane's sister. The sound came from him and reached Faldrey's ears like sweet melodies. He had to fight back the smile that was itching to form on his face.
Eren finally subsided his laughter, looking right at the boy he could swear he saw a smile form on his lips. But it disappeared just as quickly as it appeared.
"Excuse my unpleasant belly laughter," he said with the last tone of laughter, "you know you can smile around me right? I'm alone here no Flame Breathers, and I promise to not go crying to my father if you disrespect me." The laughter had completely left his voice, but he in no way sounded serious. His voice was as cheerful as ever.
Faldrey was never afraid of Eren, he was afraid of the way he made him feel. This only assured him that, truly, the Young Tal Dane wasn't like the rest of his family, or like the rest of the inconsiderate, wicked fire Dakyres of the Red Stoichi Tribe. He was joyful, and playful and had a caring spirit which seemed to rub off on people around him. Faldrey observed for himself that the Young Tal Dane asked to take him in as his personal servant only out of genuine concern.
Finally, he released the chuckle he'd been trying to suppress. Placing a hand over his mouth, he joined Eren to laugh.
(Play the song.)
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