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i can't get my head around you by avery1611
Lying in his bed trying to sleep, Tedros couldn’t help but think back to their talk on the rooftop. Even now, in his mind he still saw Filip’s delicate, handsome face, barely inches away from his. He remembered how the other prince tilted his head when looking him in the eyes, almost as if he was about to give a True Love’s Kiss to his princess. Except, Tedros was no princess so, of course, Filip couldn’t have wanted to kiss him. Or could he? In the School for Boys it wasn’t uncommon for boys not so playfully flirting with each other, making up for the lack of girls. But Filip wasn’t like that. He wouldn’t kiss other boys for fun . And especially not him , currently the most hated person in both schools, maybe even in all of the Endless Woods. But what if he did? Tedros felt blood rush to his cheeks. Why was he even thinking about that? He already had his princess, his true love, so why was his mind all of sudden filled with visions of him and his new friend… kissing? What was that feeling? It somehow felt familiar in a way, it was unbearable and it was eating him alive. He sighed loudly and his fist hit the mattress letting the contradictory emotions escape. He covered his face with his hands as it was getting to him. He wanted that kiss, there was no use in denying it. He’d already known that back on the rooftop, somewhere deep down, so deep he was afraid to admit it even to himself. That fear was why he’d left so suddenly. He didn’t know what would happen if he’d given into his desire. How would things have changed between him and Filip? And why did he, as a boy, want to kiss another boy, despite having already found his true love? He never stopped loving Agatha. She might have betrayed him, left him for Sophie, but it was all because of the witch’s scheming. Filip would have never done that. Right, Filip… His wavy blond hair, big emerald green eyes and red lips that he wanted to taste. And Agatha, his princess who’d risked her life for him multiple times. Even if she hadn’t been completely honest with her intentions, he couldn’t forget how it felt to hold her so close to his body just a few nights before, her lips almost touching his, the moment between them ruined by a strange spell she’d casted. Why did he feel so torn between these two people? He has seen and read about princesses struggling to choose between two princes, and vice versa, princes choosing their princesses. And there he was, all confused, his mind occupied by his princess and a boy he barely knew, yet at the same time felt like they’d known each other for way longer than they did. The impression he’d already met Filip before was another thing keeping him awake. Logically speaking, there was no way they could have interacted since Filip never went to the School for Good. Though how else could they understand each other so well after such a short time? If there was anything he’d learned from fairy tales, it was that logic could rarely apply to them. Something in Filip seemed so eerily familiar, but Tedros couldn’t pick a finger on what that was, whether it was the way the elvish prince spoke and carried himself, or his appearance. At the same time he felt so strange and so familiar, he felt like he should know what it was. Little did Tedros know, Sophie as Filip too was battling against her thoughts. Technically she was supposed to be on duty searching for Storian, but she couldn’t get herself to leave the rooftop where she’d just shared such an intimate, heart to heart talk with the boy who wanted her dead. Her mind kept going back to her leaning on Tedros’s shoulder, then forgetting for a moment that she was a boy and almost kissing the prince, her best friend’s true love. She wanted to feel bad about it, betraying Agatha’s trust like that, she truly did. However, all she could do was wonder about how things would go if Tedros hadn’t left. It might have been just her wishful thinking, but she could swear the prince wanted it as well. It seemed improbable and foolish, but the way he looked at her, his face all red… If he hadn’t left and she touched his lips with hers, would he kiss back, even though she was a boy? Thoughts were racing through Sophie’s head, one after another. On one hand she felt happy to be again so close to Tedros, to be someone important to him. But at the same time it was painful to know it wasn’t not her who Tedros sees as a friend, but the fake persona she created to hide her real identity. The identity of someone on whose head he had put a price. In the back of her mind Sophie allowed herself to daydream a little, but she quickly brushed it off. The Merlin’s spell would wear off in a day and once Tedros saw who’d been hiding behind Filip’s face he’d probably want to kill her even more than before. Or maybe he’d take into account their new friendship and they’d be closer than they’d ever been? Was it even still possible, after everything she’d done? Sophie wanted to believe so, but deep down she knew the truth. She knew Tedros was Agatha’s true love and she tried to feel happy for them, but instead she just felt so incredibly lonely. She wanted someone to love her, to be someone’s most important person in their life, but she knew she couldn’t get it from either of the two. Sitting at the rooftop, staring at the view in front of her and thinking, Sophie didn’t even realize how much time had passed when she saw the first rays of sunshine at dawn. She got off and returned to her and Tedros’s room quietly, careful not to wake anybody. Lying down to get some sleep before breakfast she glanced at the prince’s bed and noticed he was sound asleep. Good, he really needed some rest after everything he’d been through in the last few days. With this thought she drifted off to the realm of dreams. Just when Tedros was about to fall asleep after battling with his thoughts, he was startled awake by Filip returning from his watch. However, with his recent realizations he wasn’t ready to face his friend yet so he wrapped the blanket a bit tighter around himself and pretended to be sleeping. Maybe by morning he would figure out how to act around him.
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