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Adult +
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Confrontations
Title: Confrontations
Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri
Rating: M
Story Contains: Yaoi, Rape, Violence, Language, and most importantly Unrequited Love
Chapter Warnings:
Summary: Is it possible that Wolfram expresses his true feelings? And does anyone overhear? Anyone that cares, that is?
Chapter Number: #6
Author Note: A short burst, the leftovers of the last chapter.
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“Wolfram!” The blonde jerked violently and pressed his back against the wall. It was Gwendal’s voice, but the sudden sound in the quiet of the halls triggered an instinct he didn’t recognize. He was familiar with the term of “fight or flight”, but he’d never visited the other extreme…flight.
“Gwendal,” Wolfram mouthed, looking up at his brother whose face was as stoic as always.
“Why were you in Yuri’s room?” Wolfram flinched. He was sure that no one had seen him enter, and knew for sure that no one had seen him leave either.
“Greta,” Wolfram’s lips formed, Gwendal looked at him doubtingly.
“You visited Yuri’s room last night because you wanted to see Greta?” Wolfram let his eyes drop to the floor. He could hear the non-belief in his older brother’s words. He couldn’t fool Gwendal, it wasn’t possible. “Are you trying to get him to wake up so you can torment him with that? Make him wonder why you’re hiding in his room? Or are you planning to do something to the Demon King while he lies asleep without any protection at all? Is it revenge?” Wolfram sighed softly. Gwendal didn’t get it. He just didn’t understand. He would never dream of hurting the Demon King. He may have cried tears of hatred when he’d been disowned by his only love, but he still recognized his position in the castle…his position as a body guard. As a loyal…servant. “So which is it, Wolfram?”
“Neither,” Wolfram mouthed. “I just miss him,” he said, not sure why his silent words echoed against the stones. Maybe it was because they were no longer soundless.
Wolfram didn’t like that. If his throat had healed on its own and words came with his usual inability to stop them, what might he say to Yuri if the Demon King cornered him again?
Gwendal said nothing about his brother’s slip of words. He knew that any comment he made would sound like anything other than mockery. Therefore, he pretended that he heard nothing at all.
“You don’t want to get caught outside of his room again, Wolfram. Everyone knows that you’re upset about what he did and they’ll suspect that you want to cause him harm.”
“Is that what you thought, Gwendal?” Wolfram asked quietly. Unhappy that there was a raw and scratchy voice accompanying his thoughts.
“No. But that’s what the soldier that alerted me thought. Be glad he decided to consult me rather than taking you on himself.” Wolfram sighed and looked at his side. “What are you thinking? Walking about the castle at this hour without a sword…in your condition.” His words were etched with more disappointment and anger than compassion, but Wolfram wasn’t foolish enough to believe that the emotions weren’t there.
He knew that it was apparent that his body was still damaged as well as his mind, even if he refused to believe that the latter had anything wrong with it. The wounds that existed outside of his terrifying dream remained untreated, they weren’t real after all, and the pain still shot through him with every motion he made. He didn’t know why. It was just a nightmare that he had had. A nightmare that was so real it left him injured.
He wondered what he could have done to himself in his sleep that resulted in such pain.
“Will you come to breakfast today?” Gwendal asked in his typical harsh tone.
“No,” he said firmly. He didn’t want to see Yuri or anyone else so soon. After being humiliated in front of them, he couldn’t handle seeing their faces contort with stupid pity.
“Greta is starting to think you don’t like her.” Gwendal crossed his arms and Wolfram growled.
“Fine, I’ll come to breakfast then!” Wolfram said harshly, his voice cracking and his throat beginning to burn. “I spent most of the day with her yesterday, why would she think I don’t like her,” he added in a quiet mutter before moving towards his quarters. “That wimp’s probably been telling her lies about me, the horrid ex-boyfriend.” Gwendal didn’t follow him, and Wolfram preferred it that way. He would have preferred, however, that he heard the door close behind the eavesdropper in the dark.
~Alice Von Wonderland
Closing Note: I feel I should mention that Wolfram actually as attacked in Endurance, however, his way of coping is by telling himself that it was just a nightmare. That is also one of the reasons why he refuses to heal those injuries. Don’t expect a plot twist in which nothing ever happened to him in the first place or that he injured himself.
Until Next Time
R&R
Alice Von Wonderland
Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri
Rating: M
Story Contains: Yaoi, Rape, Violence, Language, and most importantly Unrequited Love
Chapter Warnings:
Summary: Is it possible that Wolfram expresses his true feelings? And does anyone overhear? Anyone that cares, that is?
Chapter Number: #6
Author Note: A short burst, the leftovers of the last chapter.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
“Wolfram!” The blonde jerked violently and pressed his back against the wall. It was Gwendal’s voice, but the sudden sound in the quiet of the halls triggered an instinct he didn’t recognize. He was familiar with the term of “fight or flight”, but he’d never visited the other extreme…flight.
“Gwendal,” Wolfram mouthed, looking up at his brother whose face was as stoic as always.
“Why were you in Yuri’s room?” Wolfram flinched. He was sure that no one had seen him enter, and knew for sure that no one had seen him leave either.
“Greta,” Wolfram’s lips formed, Gwendal looked at him doubtingly.
“You visited Yuri’s room last night because you wanted to see Greta?” Wolfram let his eyes drop to the floor. He could hear the non-belief in his older brother’s words. He couldn’t fool Gwendal, it wasn’t possible. “Are you trying to get him to wake up so you can torment him with that? Make him wonder why you’re hiding in his room? Or are you planning to do something to the Demon King while he lies asleep without any protection at all? Is it revenge?” Wolfram sighed softly. Gwendal didn’t get it. He just didn’t understand. He would never dream of hurting the Demon King. He may have cried tears of hatred when he’d been disowned by his only love, but he still recognized his position in the castle…his position as a body guard. As a loyal…servant. “So which is it, Wolfram?”
“Neither,” Wolfram mouthed. “I just miss him,” he said, not sure why his silent words echoed against the stones. Maybe it was because they were no longer soundless.
Wolfram didn’t like that. If his throat had healed on its own and words came with his usual inability to stop them, what might he say to Yuri if the Demon King cornered him again?
Gwendal said nothing about his brother’s slip of words. He knew that any comment he made would sound like anything other than mockery. Therefore, he pretended that he heard nothing at all.
“You don’t want to get caught outside of his room again, Wolfram. Everyone knows that you’re upset about what he did and they’ll suspect that you want to cause him harm.”
“Is that what you thought, Gwendal?” Wolfram asked quietly. Unhappy that there was a raw and scratchy voice accompanying his thoughts.
“No. But that’s what the soldier that alerted me thought. Be glad he decided to consult me rather than taking you on himself.” Wolfram sighed and looked at his side. “What are you thinking? Walking about the castle at this hour without a sword…in your condition.” His words were etched with more disappointment and anger than compassion, but Wolfram wasn’t foolish enough to believe that the emotions weren’t there.
He knew that it was apparent that his body was still damaged as well as his mind, even if he refused to believe that the latter had anything wrong with it. The wounds that existed outside of his terrifying dream remained untreated, they weren’t real after all, and the pain still shot through him with every motion he made. He didn’t know why. It was just a nightmare that he had had. A nightmare that was so real it left him injured.
He wondered what he could have done to himself in his sleep that resulted in such pain.
“Will you come to breakfast today?” Gwendal asked in his typical harsh tone.
“No,” he said firmly. He didn’t want to see Yuri or anyone else so soon. After being humiliated in front of them, he couldn’t handle seeing their faces contort with stupid pity.
“Greta is starting to think you don’t like her.” Gwendal crossed his arms and Wolfram growled.
“Fine, I’ll come to breakfast then!” Wolfram said harshly, his voice cracking and his throat beginning to burn. “I spent most of the day with her yesterday, why would she think I don’t like her,” he added in a quiet mutter before moving towards his quarters. “That wimp’s probably been telling her lies about me, the horrid ex-boyfriend.” Gwendal didn’t follow him, and Wolfram preferred it that way. He would have preferred, however, that he heard the door close behind the eavesdropper in the dark.
~Alice Von Wonderland
Closing Note: I feel I should mention that Wolfram actually as attacked in Endurance, however, his way of coping is by telling himself that it was just a nightmare. That is also one of the reasons why he refuses to heal those injuries. Don’t expect a plot twist in which nothing ever happened to him in the first place or that he injured himself.
Until Next Time
R&R
Alice Von Wonderland