Voiceless

Title: Maybe Forgive

Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings:

Summary: You didn’t think Wolfram would really be able to handle the fact he was caught sleeping on Yuri’s shoulder did you?

Chapter Number: #19

Author Note: Sort of funny, sort of sad, sort of dramatic, kind of sweet.

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Yuri could hear the commotion below, even from the tower. The residents were scouring the place looking for His Highness and Wolfram, not sure where either of them were. Yuri would have told them where he was, but he knew that if he moved, Wolfram would wake up, and there was something that Yuri liked about the contented expression on his boyfriend’s face. He didn’t want the traces of consciousness to distort the unaware sereneness into a shameful glare.

Slowly, he felt his own consciousness slip away and leaned his head against Wolfram’s. They were never discovered that way, and Wolfram rose first, humiliated, embarrassed, flustered, and completely ease.

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“Why didn’t you wake me up, you wimp?” He shouted over the table that morning at breakfast. “I didn’t intend to fall asleep!” They’d been having the same argument all morning and it even burned Yuri’s fuse to the very end. He knew Wolfram invested greatly in his pride, but he was going overboard. It was downright annoying! Trauma or no trauma, Wolfram was acting more and more like himself, only a more repetitive version of himself, and Yuri knew that he didn’t like it.

“Well maybe I didn’t either!” He shouted back. Wolfram’s emerald eyes glared coldly at him.

“You just wanted to embarrass me, didn’t you?” He said with a huff.

“Nobody would have known about it if you didn’t go shouting it out, Wolfram,” Yuri said, not bothering to raise his voice any louder than a grumble.

“How could I keep it to myself with everyone asking what I did to keep you away? They made it sound like I had you tied up!”

“You did! With your head on my shoulder!” Wolfram’s face turned crimson with, what Yuri believed to be, embarrassment and anger. But, surprisingly, the colour drained away to pale white.

“All of that walking must’ve caught up with me,” he said. “What a stupid date idea, walking around the kingdom like peasants too poor for horses!” Yuri scowled darkly at him. “I wondered why I didn’t feel at all tired that night; the fatigue was waiting to hit me when I wasn’t expecting it!”

“That’s a lie! You were sleeping in my bed that night!” The room fell into silence and, while his face stayed paralyzed in a look of horror, Wolfram’s eyes glinted with betrayal. Yuri bit his lip hard, not knowing why he’d let the words pass. Before, the words wouldn’t have meant anything. Wolfram slept in his bed because they were engaged and felt he had the right. Now, everyone knew that he did it out of fear or something like it. He’d exposed Wolfram’s insecurity, and the emerald eyes didn’t look like the type to forgive and forget.

Possibly forgive.

Never forget.

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Wolfram came to lunch and dinner…physically. Mentally he wasn’t there at all. He ignored anyone who spoke to him, even Greta, which annoyed Yuri, but not enough that he reacted. Wolfram looked as if he were deep in thought, and he allowed himself to convince himself that the reason Wolfram was ignoring their daughter was because he couldn’t hear her wherever his mind was.

That night he lay awake in bed, pretending to be asleep and listening for any signs that would indicate Wolfram’s presence, whether it be to watch him sleep or to join him. He’d snapped out of his trance long enough to say good night to Greta, but after that he was silent and gone. She asked him why it was such a big deal if Wolfram shared their bed.

Yuri told her that he couldn’t explain it.

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For three nights Wolfram kept to his own room, though he was emotionally returned to normal the day after the argument, but on the fourth night his self-control and his confidence in his own security wavered after hearing his door open and then close on the third night. He’d pulled his sword from beneath the covers, but no more sounds were made and when the light shined through the window to reveal the doorway, he discovered that no one was there.

Whoever it had been, they had come and left without setting foot inside. He hoped it had been Yuri, tried to convince himself that a wimp like Yuri would come to wake him up and then chicken out and return to his own bed, but he would sooner kill Gunter than ask.

If it turned out that it hadn’t been Yuri, which was what Wolfram feared, asking would set the king on guard and he’d insist it was the attacker. The attacker he was trying so hard to forget about. He didn’t feel pain, the memory as well as the face was slowly blurring into the memory of a dream’s dream, but hints of it still existed. He didn’t want the lights to be shone on those scratches.

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He slipped into Yuri’s room and laid his sword against the wall at the head of the bed this time, making his escape, if it was possible, easier. He wore his nightdress, half out of apathy and half out of defiance. If he woke before Yuri, fine. If he didn’t, fine. He didn’t care anymore, but he was going to sleep in the king’s bed whether Yuri liked it or not.

Greta stirred, but Wolfram pulled her close and soon she curled into his warmth. If Yuri woke up before him, fine. He wouldn’t do anything if Greta was in the way. He felt bad using her as a shield, but it worked and he was sure that she didn’t mind. She’d already asked him if he and Yuri would stop fighting, and it almost broke his heart.

He’d woken several times throughout the night, and on the third time he opened his eyes to find them locked with Yuri’s. He considered getting up and leaving, he considered pretending to go back asleep, he considered saying something, and he also considered pulling away from Greta and moving closer to the king, but he simply stared back.

Yuri considered similar options, but he, too, continued to stare back. A lot was being said without passing words. Wolfram said he wasn’t leaving; Yuri said he was welcome to stay. Wolfram stated that he didn’t want to go; Yuri said he didn’t have to. Wolfram said I love you.

“I know,” Yuri answered with a smile outlined by the pale morning light. Wolfram fell back into sleep for the hour remaining until sunrise.

~Alice von Wonderland

Closing Note: Drama turned sweet. There’s just something I like about them arguing. Don’t worry though, they won’t be for much longer.

Until Next Time

Alice Von Wonderland