YOU'RE MY TREASURE / I'M YOUR PEARL

[★SPACED]

"A BROKEN-IN MESS
BUT YOU DON'T NEED NO-ONE TO TELL YOU HOW IT IS"

Guilt gnawed at him like a thousand angry ants, burning against his red raw insides and constricting his lungs so that Ixion could think of nothing but Fiyero, Fiyero, Fiyero. Once before, Yero had been all he could think about - it felt so long ago now that they'd met, thrust against the crimson caves, the scent of salt and summer hanging heavy in the air. Ixion could remember how he felt. He'd never forget it, so long as he lived. There had been something there from the start - a burning desire, the anticipation of a future, the knowledge that Fiyero had wanted him too. Ixion had never thought about his attractions - how he'd never fallen for the pretty girls with charming smiles and beautiful eyes. But God, had he thought about Fiyero. From the moment they'd met, when he'd fallen for the boys summer skin and harsh features - he'd known they matched in some strange, ethereal way.

How different things were now.

Now Ixion associated his summer boy with guilt and just a hint of resentment. He loved him still, Gods knew, Ixion loved him. But he was confused - could you love two people at once? And where had Fiyero been when Ixion started to sway toward Cairbre, where had he been when Cai had thrown everything into disarray? Of course there were two sides, and Ixion knew enough that he, too, could have done something… but blaming Fiyero was easier than admitting that he had wanted to get lost in Cairbre's caustic eyes and acidic soul. And now he waited, knowing that Fiyero would find him - because Drovers son could not feel guilty any more, and he needed to find his summer boy once more.  

RED&BLACK ! yeek, I'm a little nervous about this thread! haha that's how attached I am to them <3

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fiyero

WELL, THE MOURNING WAS COMPLETE
THERE WERE TEARS ON THE STEERING WHEEL, DRIPPING ON THE SEAT

It is impossible to describe Fiyero's feelings: inside of his broad chest, layers of young muscle, and salt-crusted skin, there is a mess of emotion that is too heavy and too wild to untangle. Mostly, there is heat. Heat everywhere. The spring air is thick with steam and the sun that has finally returned to him, and inside and out Yero is warm, his tawny skin warmed by the atmosphere, and his insides boiling with unchecked sentiment.

He breathes out carefully, measuring the exhale that spins from his mouth in curls of pale white smoke, and clenches his jaw as it leaves him. Every few seconds his lungs deflate as quick as if Fiyero is dying, as if it is being punched out of it, but afterwards they always rise again, straining against the cage of his bones, desperate for another drink of this forest air. It is beautiful, sure, but to Yero it doesn't make sense. It's too thick, with nothing to cut through the humid air, and miles of trees rising on all sides, and no sight of the horizon to comfort Fiyero and his suspicions about the edge of the world. The green is sickeningly bright and all around him, glowering fluorescent when sunlight shatters across the foliage; and Yero is on edge, his frayed nerves buzzing, when Ixion appears at his side.

Yero does not, turn, at first.

He can sense something is different. Who couldn't?

And he has been running from things his whole life, has chased away his problems, has run from everything he knows - but goddamnit, he loves this boy, and his hair is prickling and heat rising to his cheeks, but he does turn. Slowly, his limbs cross and he straightens up, tilts his chin, meets Ixion's starry gaze over the sharp slant of his cheekbones.

Exhale - his muscles, bones, skin shuddering with the force of it, Yero breathed, slowly, stiffly. 

Well?

SHIN OF GS + ADOX

★SPACED not my best but i'm glad they're together!!

[★SPACED]

"A BROKEN-IN MESS
BUT YOU DON'T NEED NO-ONE TO TELL YOU HOW IT IS"

He arrives, and in an instant Ixion is a coward, quivering in his midnight boots, heart surrendering to the inescapable pain that came with the scent of summer heat. His lungs constricted, suffering a breathlessness that was not due to cowardice or pain, but purely from the sight of him. Fiyero is a giant in Ixions eyes, maddeningly beautiful in all his coarseness, as if carved out of the savanna, or stone. He seems older. Another reminder that they have not seen each other in what, a year? More? The pindan colour of his skin flares in Drovers sons copper eyes, providing heat that surges from his chest to the rest of his ice cold skin. A sickness uncoils within his stomach, and he feels the need to vomit - but he can't, because he can't even open his lips.

"Well?"

It cuts like a knife, the accusation - it feels like Fiyero is disgusted by him, like he wants nothing to do with him. That hurts more than anything, and the cowardice trembles in his belly, threatening to overthrow his eyes with salty tears. His own mahogany jaw clenches, much less square than Yero's, but just as sharp. He lifts his own beautiful face, but he can't make eye contact, it's too hard to meet those eyes. His breath hitches and he looks up, staring at Fiyero's lips.

"There's someone else."

It comes quickly, breathlessly, in a voice that doesn't seem to be his own. And those words hurt, Gods do they hurt. But nothing can hurt more than what he'll find in Fiyero's eyes. If it's pain, Ixion's will be doubled. If it's nonchalance, he'll be crushed.  

RED&BLACK ! actually feeling it right now...

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fiyero

HERO NOT THE HANDSOME ACTOR WHO PLAYS A HERO'S ROLE, HERO NOT THE GLAMOUR GIRL WHO'D LOVE TO SELL HER SOUL

He swallows hard, the gravity of the situation inescapable - crushing him from every side - and drags his head upward, to meet Ixion's eyes.

It is a mistake.

It is maybe the biggest mistake he has ever made, Yero thinks, when he looks into those eyes and sees the shine he knows so well, and the hundred-thousand constellations that they carry, and the soft familiar curl of tens of separate lashes, and feels so sick that he cannot stand; he sways on his feet, uncertain, unhooked, and feels his stomach drop from throat to the base of his ribs to the ground way below. He can hear the splashing sound it makes, when the dirt touches it. He can see the ocean salt crusting its edges when it pounds, it pounds so hard, so stubborn it hurts, sending ripples and shocks through his whole body. This is bad.

This is a mistake that makes his lungs shudder and stop, grasping for air that it cannot find because his throat has closed - Ixion's eyes are so close and so beautiful and so intimate - that Yero wants to throw up. His gut is wrenching. His muscles are locking. He can't breathe. For the first time in his life she is away from the water, he is not swimming, but he is drowning. Pain clenches at every corner when he sees the tears in Ixion's eyes glimmering, clear and beautiful against the soft, dark edges of his skin.

And then he speaks. And Fiyero would never have thought he would dread the sound of his lover's voice as much as he does now.

His lips purse, trying to form something coherent, and beyond that, something that will make this... better. He struggles with it. Words have never been his strong suit, and he is not sure how he is supposed to use them after what just came out of Ixion's saccharine, venomous mouth. When there is still shock radiating from every inch of Yero's trembling, fulvous skin. When the edges of his gaze are going black.

Fiyero tries to say something that will help. Instead he says this: do you know I love you?

Then he stops breathing for a second. Just to see a glimmer of what the rest of his life will be like. Without Ixion.

Something inside him rrrrrips, crrracks, the r's rolling and his tendons snapping, a pain that makes him want to keel over, the spill his guts onto the ground. If I can see blood, he thinks, I am real. This is real. But he will not cut himself open in front of Ixion's delicate soul, no matter how he longs to see the salty crimson spill, to feel something sharp and physical in the haze of this... betrayal. 

He allows himself to breathe, lightly, gently, watching the steam curl from his lips, feeling his chest ache from far too many things. There is a long silence. There is a  long moment of feeling like total, absolute shit.

Well, if this is what love feels like - Fiyero says boldly, his voice cracking, his eyes brimming with tears - then I don't think I want a single thing to do with it.

SHIN OF GS + ADOX

★SPACED I AM SO SORRY...

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★SPACED i know this is old buttt do we still want to continue/do something with them?

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RED&BLACK ! Maybe we could start a new thread where they see each other / Yero see's Ix and Cai together? <3