Chapter 6: 6) I might even say...
,,I need your help.'' The sorcerer's stern voice behind him startled him for a moment. Seymore had been lost in thoughts so deeply, that he had nearly forgotten that he was, indeed, still in the washroom. He stood up, dusting himself off, as he tried to look presentable.
,,What can I do for you?'' he asked, drying his hands as he spoke. There was something off with the way Nite looked at him, but he couldn't place a finger on it.
,,You won't like it,'' he said, guiding the troll out of the washroom, as he headed towards his study chamber. Seymore didn't like his tone but followed anyway.
,,… Do you need help cleaning your chamber?'' he asked as he walked into the room. It was messy as always, the only thing neat was the throne in the middle, breaking of the room in a weird kind of way.
,,No. I need a test subject for something I've been working on,'' he said without shame. His eyes were strange, hard, and piercing into the amber eyes. It took Seymore a moment to understand Nite's words before he backed away, but the doors were closed behind him.
,,No,'' he said sternly, but Nite had locked the doors without him noticing. ,,Why do you need a living test subject?'' he stammered, his back against the door.
,,Because it's a good exercise, for both of us,'' he smiled, almost cruelly. He didn't know why Nite would suddenly react this way, but he was completely trapped. ,,Sit down,'' he said, and Seymore did as told with no hesitations. ,,Now tell me, Seymore, why is my mother writing to you?''
He was baffled for a moment. He had almost forgotten about his letter to her, but when he tried to explain it, he was cut off. There was something in the sorcerer's eyes, so hurt and confused, but Seymore couldn't focus on anything besides the colorless, shapeless, pulsating magic in Nite's hand.
,,I didn't snoop, I thought the letter was for me!'' he spat out, forming the magic in his hands to shapes Seymore could only guess about. ,,Why wouldn't you tell me that you've written to her? You said you would! I couldn't know… I'm not supposed to know…!'' he shrieked, almost tearful at this point. ,,She'll find out and you'll get in trouble and she'll… she'll…'' He was breathing way too fast.
,,Nite, look at me,'' he said, cautiously getting up on his feet and getting a little closer. ,,I wrote to your mother, because I wanted to help. I wanted answers,'' he tried.
,,You think I'm sick!'' he cried out, whipping the formless magic in the air. Seymore stepped back again, but the amber eyes didn't leave the confused, young man.
,,… Are you going to hurt me?'' he asked, as calmly as he could. Nite almost looked like he wanted to strike him, right then and there, but he didn't. He threw the magic off, and it dissolved in front of both of them. ,,I want to help you. I want to understand,'' he said slowly. ,,Please, let me help you.''
,,No! Don't! I don't want your help, I want to scream and shout!'' he spat out, turning away from the troll. ,,I don't know what you asked her about… I don't know why you wouldn't tell me…'' he said, sniffling as he went further into the room.
,,I didn't think she would reply,'' he admitted. ,,I didn't want to get your hopes up, for an answer,'' he tried, but stayed where he was. ,,… I'm not leaving, Nite. You can scream and shout. At me, at the wall, whatever you please. But I…'' He hesitated, before Nite looked back at him, his big, mahogany eyes full of tears and confusion. ,,… I'm here. I want to be here, I want to help you,'' he said, as calmly as he could assure him, while his heart still raced.
,,… I don't want to talk with you…'' he said slowly, turning around again.
,,You don't have to,'' Seymore said quietly, sitting down on the floor again. ,,I can turn around, if you don't want me to look at you, either. But… I need to be here… I need to know that you… will be alright,'' he said slowly.
Nite wiped his face in his long sweater sleeve before he turned around again. His face was red, both from anger and tears, and what Seymore guessed was embarrassment. But then he walked up to the troll again, sitting in front of him, until he leaned his head against the older man's broad shoulders, quietly sulking.
,,I don't want to cry,'' he sobbed, sitting limb against the troll. ,,I don't like to cry,'' he continued, but his tears didn't stop.
Seymore didn't answer, he just picked him up, sat him on his lap, and held around him, gently, but reassuring. His heart still raced, and he was reminded about exactly why he had been hesitant about Nite in the first place. But right now, he was so small and fragile, that Seymore hardly could recall the feral look in the sorcerer's eyes just moments before. He caressed his back, his neck, and arms, as Nite finally, slowly, put his arms weakly around him, still sobbing slightly.
,,I'll stay here, with you. You can cry, it's alright. Be mad at me, I should have told you. You can see what I wrote her, too, if that'll give you peace,'' he whispered, hugging the smaller human a little tighter. ,,But I need to see the letter, at some point, Nite. I need to know what she wrote.''
,,I know,'' he sobbed weakly. ,,I hate it. I feel… disgusting,'' he said, whining slightly. ,,It's all so intense. I… I hated you. I wanted to scare you, not hurt you, I promise, but you made me go insane, and now…! Now I just want you to hold me like this, always,'' he sobbed. ,,I trust you. But I don't even know… I don't…'' he said, new tears streaming down his cheeks again.
,,I'll hold you.'' Forever, he thought to himself. He wondered what exactly the Madam could write to upset the sorcerer this much? But guessing would bring him nowhere.
Nite sat in his lap for what felt like hours. Even when he stopped crying, he didn't release his grip in the troll. He didn't look at him, he refused to talk to him, but he wouldn't leave him, either. Seymore moved them ever so slightly, to lean against the heavy doors, as he sat and cuddled the small man while looking around the room.
Now wouldn't be a good time to kiss him, but he had never wanted it so much as right now. He wanted to brush the young man's fears away, whatever they might've been. He wanted to hold and protect him from whatever the world would throw at him. But mostly, he wanted to show, that whatever Nite thought of him, he only wanted him happiness.
,,… I don't exist,'' he said after a while. His voice was sore and dry, shaky and not much louder than a whisper. It shocked him when Nite spoke, and it took a moment to process the strange sentence.
,,What… do you mean, Nite?'' he said slowly.
,,She didn't get in details. But my mother… she has done something, maybe illegal, I don't know, to get me. I'm not even sure that I'm her blood, but… I'm unregistered. I don't exist in Aenamo,'' he said slowly, but Seymore couldn't grasp the concept.
,,… I don't get it, Nite. What do you mean with unregistered?'' he asked. First, the young man looked almost irritated at him, before his gaze softened again.
,,Okay, it's a magic thing, it makes sense,'' he mumbled to himself before he cleared his throat. ,,Because Aenamo is made of magic, there are almost endless possibilities to what can happen, what people can create, and likewise. The first rulers of Aenamo, before the Kingdoms were created, had a book that detected a person's code. It's like… your essence. And just like the magic, that just flows invisibly through the air, so does our essences. Everyone is in that book. You don't need to do anything to be registered,'' he explained.
,,But… you're not? How?'' he asked, but Nite only shrugged. He straightened his back and sat beside the troll instead, still with his head on his shoulder.
,,She didn't explain that. But it's not legal to do so. She… She wrote a lot, Seymore… But nothing that really makes sense… I… I guess there's something wrong with me? And that she figured that out when she was pregnant, and she wanted… She wanted to hide me, in case she needed to…'' he said, his voice fading away.
,,She won't,'' he said, surprisingly calmly. ,,Come. Let's get up and get some tea. I'll bake you something, just stay with me for a while,'' he begged, standing up and waiting for the sorcerer to take his hand.
He took it, got up, but didn't let go. Seymore didn't mind that, so he just wandered the hallways with the sorcerer's hand in his. He stopped at his room, looking down briefly.
,,I have the letter I wrote down there. Or, the sketch of it, I guess. It's not written as neatly, but I can read it for you, if you want,'' he said. Nite nodded but still refused to let go of his hand, so they both wandered down into the basement chamber.
Nite had rarely been here like this, without the purpose of getting down and dirty. It felt strange to go through his things with the sorcerer present, their smell still lingering in the air from the night they had just spend together.
,,It's here,'' he said, handing him the letter. Nite took it, but didn't look at it. He didn't really look at anything. ,,Is her letter in your room?'' he asked as they went up into the hallway again, but he shook his head.
,,I have it,'' he said, handing him the letter from his back pocket. ,,It's… a little torn up… But hopefully readable,'' he said as they went into the kitchen.
The kitchen itself was small but functional. Not big enough for a table and chairs, but big enough for both of them to stand in. Nite still held Seymore's hand and didn't seem willing to let go, so Seymore simply did what he needed to do with his other hand.
,,It might be a little hard to bake, like this,'' he smiled warmly, but he didn't try to pull his hand away.
,,I'm not hungry,'' he said, slowly reading the letter. ,,Maybe I read it wrong,'' he said, re-reading Seymore's words. ,,She made it just sound like… that you were worried… not for me but about me,'' he sighed, finally letting go of the troll's hand. ,,I feel… dizzy,'' he said, swaying slightly. Seymore grabbed him, lifting him so easily into his arms.
Nite shrieked surprised, but stopped as soon as he looked into the amber eyes again. His lips were parted, and his cracked tooth visible, making him look so small and wondering. Just like before, Seymore wanted to lean forward and kiss him, but he couldn't. He could still see the hurt in the young man's eyes.
,,… Thank you,'' he said slowly, putting his hands on the troll's shoulders. ,,You can put me down now,'' he said, but Seymore hesitated.
,,Are you alright?'' he asked, gently caressing the human's cheek. ,,… Are we alright?'' he asked instead when Nite didn't answer. ,,I promise you, I'll stay here, with you, even if you… somehow, doesn't exist,'' he whispered, not even knowing what that really meant. ,,And nothing will happen, Nite. I'll make sure nothing will happen.'' The tears were back in his eyes, but he only sniffled.
,,I wasn't supposed to know, Seymore,'' he whispered. ,,Put me down, you need to read it. Please explain it to me, I'm not sure I understand anything,'' he said, and Seymore finally put him down to the ground. Then he found the letter from his pocket, and began to read out loud:
,,Dear Seymore
The less you know about my son, the better. The less he knows, the better as well. But I suppose it's too much to ask of me, that I give you no guidance, at all.
He is not sick, don't fear so. While he hasn't developed as I hoped and expected, he is not endangering you in any kind of way, neither would he be to anyone else if he left the castle.
It's hard to explain, and I'll keep it simple. In terms of population counting in Aenamo, my son doesn't exist. I'm unsure how much you'll understand of this part. It's not like he's a ghost or anything alike, but his data has never been collected, and no one, maybe except a few maids and servants a long time ago, knows that he exists, and they won't tell anyone.
The castle is hidden on a rather dry and far away island in the West, as you know. No one comes here, anymore. The castle is hidden by protection spells, that while it is possible to find it, makes it a lot harder.
I… obtained him by accident, when he was conceived. I can't get more into the details, but back then, I was unsure if it would be wise or safe to keep the child. I needed him to be traceless, in case something went wrong. While this all sounds awful, I beg for your forgiveness, but I tried my best to form my son in another way than life pulls him into.
I'm aware that he's growing very fond of you, and I try to believe your words when you tell me he doesn't mistreat you. But I fear you're unaware of the tricks he can pull, and what he can do when upset.
He mustn't know that he is traceless. I'm gambling by telling you. It's not legal to hide anyone's essence like this, and it could end badly for both me and him. And for you, should he ever know. You need to destroy this letter as soon as you're done reading it. You might not understand much of all of this, because it's mostly about magic, but he will.
When he gets older, it would be easier to play it off as if he's from Vaihines. It's much more unlikely with such a young boy to get here, and although his magic is strong, he wouldn't be able to make the travel here by himself, before he is a few years older. I don't plan on keeping him at the castle forever, but I can't risk that he'll be found out at this point.
My travels do have something to do with all of this. But this is a bigger concern than just keeping him at the castle. It's about the safety for both of us. That's why my travels are more important than anything else, at this point.
I know much of this doesn't make sense. I wish I could tell you more, but I can't. I also fear it would damage your view on the boy, more than this already might have. I hope that you'll still take care of him and keep him at the castle. But I also hope you'll be aware, that even though he isn't sick, the situation is of great importance. And while I hope he isn't cruel to you, be aware that he can be explosive.
I wish you well.
Willa Greenlight''
Seymore leaned his heavy body against the counter as he read through the pages. While he didn't really understand what it all meant, he somewhat understood why Nite felt so hurt. He still felt aware and shocked about his reaction, but he understood why it felt so overwhelming for the young man.
Nite was not only unplanned, he was unwelcomed. Although she didn't say it outright, she had thought about getting rid of the baby, trace-free. Why she hadn't, he didn't understand. But now her rocky relationship with her son made a little more sense to him.
Whatever secrets about Nite she withheld, he knew all this wasn't legal. He also understood why she would try to keep this from him, but it was too late. Would she know if Nite read it? Or would he tell her, if he was too mad to trust Seymore again?
,,That's a lot,'' he admitted, giving the letter back to Nite. ,,I don't know what to tell you, really. I think you understand it better than I,'' he said slowly.
,,I don't understand anything,'' he said. ,,I've always thought she did great things, Seymore. She's so skilled and knowledgeable. I thought her research was for good. I thought she trained me to take over her work,'' he said, looking up at the troll. ,,But she's not, is she?''
,,… I don't know,'' he admitted, caressing his cheek again. ,,I wish I knew, but I don't. But either way, your life is yours, Nite. You don't have to be anything you don't want to,'' he tried, smiling apologetically.
He looked so defeated. His eyes flickered between anger and loss, and Seymore felt the doubt and worry creep back into his mind. He didn't want to be near Nite when he was so uncontrollably mad, but he couldn't leave him be, either. He needed to protect him, mostly from himself.
,,… Then I don't want to be good.'' Seymore was taken aback by his words, but he didn't move, to not create further attention towards himself. ,,Curse this world. Curse this damn castle,'' he spat out, closing his eyes. ,,I'll show her,'' he muttered underneath his breath.
,,I understand your sorrow, but please don't say that. I know…,'' he said, leaning down to look into the sorcerer's eyes, but he refused to open them, ,,… that you'll do great things. And I'm here, for when you do so,'' he said, as calmly as he could.
,,No you're not,'' he said, finally looking at the troll again. ,,… You don't work for me. You're not here for me. You're here because my mother took you in, and you're here, with me, because of… I don't know, loneliness? You didn't care about me; you only did this because she told you to!'' he said, his voice getting louder. ,,You feared me, as you should!''
In his panic, Nite was about to hit the troll. He seemed shocked himself when Seymore caught his hand in the air, no trace of fear in his face. The big, amber eyes were sad, concerned, and tired, but the grip in the sorcerer's arm was gentle.
,,I didn't mean to-,'' he tried, but Seymore interrupted him.
,,I know. I'm not mad, Nite. But you're not right,'' he said slowly. ,,I didn't fear you. I fear your magic. Because without your magic… I really have nothing to fear,'' he said calmly. ,,I'm not saying that you're weak. You're very headstrong,'' he explained, when the sorcerer wanted to protest. ,,… And I don't work for you, no. I can leave, and be for myself, whenever I want to. But I like to be here. I like to be around you. And even now, when you're so sad that you get angry with me and the world and everything… and I get scared… I'm still here, Nite,'' he said. There were tears in his eyes, and that seemed to calm Nite down again.
,,… I know… Thank you,'' he said, slowly and gently placing his hands on the troll's face. ,,… I really want to believe you… That you're here, for me, always,'' he said, tearing up again. ,,But I fear… that as soon as she's back… you'll leave and you're… You're the only one who ever tried to like me, and I… I don't want to be alone,'' he sobbed, feeling small again. ,,And I don't know if I can trust you. And you shouldn't trust me. I feel so out of control,'' he said, fresh tears streaming down his face.
,,Shhh, it'll be okay,'' he said, wiping Nite's cheeks carefully. ,,I won't leave. I'll stay here, as long as you don't ask me to leave,'' he said. ,,I want to help. I know you don't believe me. But you're… you're very important to me,'' he said softly, placing his hands on the young man's shoulders. He nodded but didn't look at him. He didn't take his hands, and he seemed so far away in his thoughts.
,,I know… I know that you want to be here, now, but… Would it be okay if I… went to my room, or something? I… I need to think,'' he said, his voice soft and fragile.
,,… Of course. I'll be here, for a while, to prepare some food. I'll check on you later, okay?'' he said, letting go of the younger man in front of him. Nite didn't answer, he just walked right past Seymore, out of the kitchen. He could hear the footsteps fade away, and the heavy door of his study chamber close loudly behind him.
But he heard no shouting or explosions. No sobbing or screaming. Everything was quiet, deafening quiet. And no words could fill the empty void again.
It broke his heart to see the sorcerer cry. He felt confused about all of it himself, but mostly so deeply sorry that he hadn't told Nite about the letter he wrote over a month ago. The way he felt when the mahogany eyes had looked at him, so defeated and fearful was almost too much.
He wondered if Nite could ever trust him again. If he would ever let him hug him again, after this, or even speak to him at all. If he would continue to be mad, furious, at him, and if he could ever feel really safe in the company of his tiny Master again.
He had rarely felt fear like this the last couple of months. He had never imagined that this was what would come out of writing to the Madam, but had he known, he would have done it all differently. The answers she gave didn't make him any less confused. He had never known such things as essence was even a thing, but he would have never guessed the Madam did anything illegal, either.
What could have happened that made it so essential for her life, that she could get rid of her own child if anything should have happened? And what made her change her mind? Nite wasn't what she had hoped for, that was clear, so why had she kept him around all this time?
… But Nite was what he wanted, that was for sure. He didn't want to make him cry, and he didn't want to see him so angry and upset. But he would still ruin his life if he ever acted upon those feelings, he thought. And now it could all be too late, anyway.
He felt he needed to protect him, in a way he hadn't before. He tried to place his feelings, if they stemmed from something internal or friendly, or just as he would have done for Ruvaen, but found no answer. It was undoubtedly different from his former lover, because he wanted to cradle Nite and brush away his fears, but at the same time, he wanted to kiss him and tell him how much he adored him. He guessed it had something to do with how vulnerable he seemed in the situation, but it still felt so wrong of him.
He didn't know what Nite needed him to be, and he couldn't even decide himself what kind of feelings he had. He had thought that his warm feelings stemmed from a place of loneliness and hormones, but now he was unsure. He cared about Nite, in so many aspects, which made it all the harder for him. Because even if Nite had cared for him at some point, he had never met other people, not that he would be able to recall, other than his mother. Even if he did feel something for Seymore, it couldn't be real, he thought.
That night, he tried to make things as easy for the young man as possible. He prepared food he knew Nite wouldn't downright hate, he baked much more than he needed to, and he plated everything nicely. Whatever he wanted, to eat alone or with the troll, would be fine. But as expected, he didn't want to eat anything, at all.
,,I'm not hungry,'' he said when he finally opened the door.
,,No, I know,'' he sighed, trying to smile. ,,Can I do anything to change that? You can skip dinner and just have dessert, this once? I need you to eat something, Nite,'' he tried, stretching out his hand. To his surprise, he took it, just as carefully and gently as he used to.
,,… I'm not hungry. I'm just really tired,'' he said. He could tell by the look of Nite's cheeks that he had been crying for a while, but he didn't know what to do. Everything he could think of, wouldn't help, and probably just make him cry again.
,,… You can wait a little… But it's ready, when you get hungry,'' he smiled.
,,Can I… ask a favor?'' he said hesitantly.
,,Anything.''
,,… Can I sleep with you tonight? I don't… uhm, I don't want to…'' he said, fumbling with his words.
,,Of course. And don't worry, I know what you'll say… and it's fine,'' he smiled, squeezing the sorcerer's hand. ,,… I hope you know that I don't like to be around you just because you touch me…'' he said slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. ,,If you sleep better in my room, that's the least I can do.''
,,Your mattress sucks,'' he said, chuckling lightly. ,,I sleep better, because you're there, idiot,'' he said, but he smiled as he did so. He finally looked at the troll, his eyes big and uncertain. ,,And… I know. You have never tried to… do anything, if I didn't initiate myself. But tonight, I just need you to… hold me… Is that alright?''
He nodded and moved a step closer to gently hold his cheek. He still looked scared and confused, but he didn't look at him with hate, and that was all he wanted.
,,I'll put the food away. We can nap for a couple of hours and then eat. Would that be a plan?'' he asked, and the sorcerer nodded, seemingly not keen on the idea of having dinner tonight. ,,You can wait in my room, okay?'' he said, and they parted in the hallway. ,,It'll only be a minute,'' he promised.
When he came back down into the room, Nite sat and looked around, almost a little shy. He had kicked his pants off but was still wearing his oversized, grey shirt.
,,I, uhm… Didn't know if it would be weird, to be nude, when we're not going to… do, anything,'' he said. Seymore laid down, waiting for Nite to join him.
,,I don't mind,'' he tried.
,,It's just that… you've reacted so strongly to nudity in the past, that I… I didn't want to make it hard for you,'' he said, blushing at his own words. ,,I mean… ah, you get it,'' he pouted.
,,I'm not doing anything you don't want me to,'' he said firmly, watching as the sorcerer slowly decided to take off his shirt. He was still wearing briefs, a sight Seymore hadn't seen before, but he tried to ignore it at his best.
,,… Do you want to sleep like that? I mean, I don't mind, either,'' he said, looking at the troll's clothes.
,,Well, I'm not wearing undergarments,'' he explained. ,,I can remove my shirt, I don't really want to sleep with that on, but I normally sleep in my pants,'' he explained. Nite's brows furrowed, as he shamelessly looked the troll up and down.
,,You never wear briefs?'' he asked, and the troll shook his head.
,,… No, not really,'' he said, blushing slightly. ,,I don't like the feeling, I guess.''
,,That's weird,'' he chuckled, laying down beside the troll. He liked the sound of that, a lot more than he used to, he thought. ,,You don't have to keep them on. I've seen you before,'' he shrugged, as the troll started to undress. ,,Besides, it feels nice to lay like this. You're warm.''
,,Thank you,'' he smiled, stretching out his arm so Nite could cuddle against him. He felt small in his embrace, but it also felt like the younger man needed this. Like he tried to vanish into him.
,,Will you be here when I wake up?'' he asked as he was half dozing off. The troll tucked them both tightly underneath the blanket, keeping the small man warm and close to his body.
,,Yerh. I won't leave until you wake up,'' he promised. When Nite looked up at him, he could see how tired he really was, but he still managed to smile, ever so slightly. ,,Sleep. We'll talk more later,'' he said gently.
It didn't take him long to fall asleep. Seymore was awake for a while longer, just lying and imprinting all the small details of Nite into his memory. Although it felt like Nite was very safe in his embrace, he could also feel how uncertain he was when they talked, and he feared the younger man would pull away from him again.
He tried to sleep, but he never felt tired enough to do so. It wasn't that late, but he felt too tense to fall asleep. He wanted to savor the moment, suddenly fearing to lose something that was never really his.
Nite slept for hours. He jittered and whined in his sleep, but most of the time, he just laid there, peacefully. Every time he whined, Seymore would gently tug him tighter against his body, as to silently say 'I protect you' and to brush away his fears, but he didn't want to wake him up or disturb him further.
When he finally woke up, Seymore almost got scared for a moment. Nite's eyes were red. Not because he had cried, but his irises were red. It was so brief that Seymore was sure it was something he had imagined, but the weird feeling still lingered, as Nite looked up at him.
,,Hey… you're here,'' he smiled, his voice soft and small. Seymore really did think that Nite looked beautiful, like this; so sincerely happy to see the troll again.
,,I am,'' he smiled.
,,… You haven't slept at all, have you?'' he asked, gently resting his head against the troll's chest. Now he must have heard his beating heart, Seymore thought.
,,No. But I hope you feel a little better now,'' he smiled, trying to steady his pounding heart. Nite shrugged but didn't leave Seymore's warm embrace.
,,I don't… hate you, just so you know. I think I said that, at some point… I… It still hurts a lot. And I'm still very confused… but I don't hate you. You're like… the only thing that makes sense, in a way?'' he said slowly, not looking up at him. ,,… I don't want her to come home. Ever.''
,,I understand that,'' he said slowly. ,,I'm very happy to be here, with you,'' he said, gently resting his face against the young man's head.
He took one of Seymore's big hands and held it in his own, studying it as he liked to do. He gently curled their fingers together, and this time, Seymore didn't pull away. He just held around the tiny hand in his.
,,You, ahm… Besides the pixie, did you ever have a… ehm, another male lover? Another boyfriend?'' he said slowly, fixating his gaze on their hands. He felt his heart skip a beat, but tried to remain calm and collected.
,,… No. I've had a couple of girlfriends, but that was before him,'' he said slowly. ,,He… was the only man I've ever loved,'' he said, not looking down at the human.
,,So, you prefer women?'' he asked, surprisingly calmly. Nite didn't move his hand, he just silently played with the long, pointy nails the troll had.
,,No, not really,'' he sighed. ,,I think I prefer men, actually? I also like being with women, though in some aspects, I find men easier to be around, but… I haven't had many chances to be romantic with men, since my former lover,'' he explained. ,,I'm pretty sure the former maids and servants of the castle believed I was gay, for a while, at least,'' he shrugged.
,,Why didn't you just hook up with the maids? Well, unless you didn't mind being… viewed as gay, I mean,'' he asked.
,,… Because I was very hurt, for a long time, after my ex,'' he said slowly. It wasn't completely true, but Nite didn't need to know that he had fooled around with many of the maids in the past.
,,Was that the reason that you… didn't want me to touch you at first?'' he asked.
,,It was part of the reason,'' he admitted.
,,You're still very hurt,'' he noted, and Seymore nodded slightly. ,,… What happened, back then?'' he asked anew.
,,I don't want to talk about that,'' he said, closing his eyes. It had been a while since the ice-blue eyes had taunted him like this.
,,You always say that,'' he sighed, a little disappointed.
,,I know. But it's private,'' he said. Nite didn't try to protest, he simply just stayed in the troll's warm embrace.
,,What's the other reasons?'' he said instead. When Seymore didn't answer, he continued: ,,The other reasons you didn't want me to touch you.''
,,… I don't think I can explain that,'' he mumbled. ,,I… don't want to hurt you, Nite. You're so… young. I know you're almost an adult, and I know you don't view our age as that different, but… There're so many things you don't… understand, about the world.''
,,Then teach me,'' he said, moving to look at the troll again. He removed the blanket in the process, seemingly forgetting that the troll had been completely naked.
,,I can't do that. I don't want you to experience how cruel the world can be. And I… don't think you really want this, either,'' he said, slowly sitting up as well. He knew that Nite looked at him, but he tried to ignore it. ,,It's one thing to… explore your sexuality. And while… it's not ideal that I help you with that, either… I at least hope I don't scare you, in the process.''
,,You don't,'' he said, raising a brow. ,,I don't understand what you mean,'' he said, leaning against the troll again. ,,Why wouldn't I want you? You're kind to me, and you're hardworking and passionate and I don't… understand why you're so afraid, that I like you,'' he admitted.
Seymore didn't answer for a while. He had tried not to think too hard about whether Nite liked him or not. He had known it was a risk, but he also knew that Nite rarely was in touch with his emotions, making him unsure if the young man was even capable of liking him.
,,… Is it because I'm not pretty, like the pixie?'' he suddenly said.
,,No, that has nothing to with it!'' he assured him. ,,Why… are you asking all of this now?'' he asked slowly. Nite shrugged and moved, to sit by himself instead.
,,Because… I don't understand all of this,'' he said, gesturing to both of them. ,,I like you. I might even say… I love you, and I thought, for a while, that you liked me, too,'' he said slowly. Seymore flinched at the words but didn't stop him. ,,But then again… you didn't consider us lovers, and I got confused. Because you still act like you like me, don't you? I don't know, I can't tell,'' he said, an almost worried look in his eyes.
,,… I do like you, I just…'' he tried, reaching for the sorcerer, but he moved out of his reach. ,,… Is this why it upset you so much, that I didn't tell you about the letter? I should have told you, in any case, but… I wouldn't have guessed it would hit you so hard,'' he tried. Nite nodded, looking back at the troll again.
,,You're so tortured, all the time. You live in exile because you're afraid to get hurt again,'' he said slowly. ,,You say you're afraid to hurt me. But I'm afraid to hurt you, too. I'm afraid that you're just here because she told you to, but I… I just really want you to stay,'' he whispered. ,,Why not try to be happy, for once?''
Seymore had no time to react when Nite suddenly turned to face him again, sat on his knees, and held his arms around the broad shoulders. The young man only hesitated for a moment, before he leaned in, lightly pressing his lips against the troll's.
He didn't fight it any longer. The desire to kiss him, the need to do so, that had overwhelmed him for weeks, months at this point, finally culminated when he welcomed the shivering lips of the sorcerer.
His lips were thin, but soft. Seymore remembered the fruity smell of oranges, from whatever Nite bathed in. He held around the smaller man, leaning against the wall behind them, and slightly parted his lips, hoping to continue what he had dreamt of for so long.
Nite was curious and soft, and when he finally opened his mouth, his tongue was gentle and trembling. His whole body was trembling.
He had dreamt of this for months, but his imagination could never compare to this; how soft and fragile the small man was, and how desperately he held onto the troll, both with his lips and arms. When he finally pulled away, those big, mahogany eyes watched him, carefully and with a sincerity, he longed for.
,,I want you,'' Nite whispered, leaning against the troll before he kissed him again. Seymore felt the familiar warmth spread across his body, as he loosely traced down the sorcerer's spine.
He held longingly around the younger man's neck, guiding him as they kissed. They sat like this, just kissing and holding each other, for what felt like an eternity, but Seymore could have stayed right there forever, if he was given the opportunity.
He hated himself for wanting this so much, that it had gotten so much out of control. He hated that Nite felt this way too because he knew he had to break it off at some point before the Madam returned home. But mostly, he hated himself for indulging further into their cocoon of warmth and safety.
Nite slowly grinded against him. He felt excited himself, but as always, he never initiated anything, and just waited for Nite to decide if he wanted to fool around or not. The sorcerer seemed so into the kissing, that he barely registered anything else.
,,Touch me,'' he begged, and Seymore needed no more before he slowly began to tease around the young man's nipples. Nite panted and whined against the troll's lips, shivering delightfully in the process. Then the troll leaned down, kissing and sucking on the sorcerer's neck, lightly scraping him with his teeth. ,,Uhm, fuck,'' he muttered, still grinding against the troll. ,,Let me touch you, too,'' he begged, but Seymore didn't move.
,,Not yet,'' he mumbled, lightly tracing his hands down the small man's thin body. When he held around Nite's ass, he remembered he still wore his briefs, and lightly groaned as he felt the fabric. Without hesitation, he ripped them wide open, lightly spreading the cheeks of the flustered human.
,,Seymore!'' he scolded him surprised. ,,I could have taken them off!'' The troll chuckled, his mouth still against his neck.
,,Yes, but then you had to get down. And then I would be cold, so it's no good,'' he chuckled before kissing the human again. He grabbed around his ass, squeezing and pinching him, making the human shiver again. He could feel how hard Nite was through the rest of the briefs, and how wet his dick already was from the precum forming in the front of the fabric. ,,Can I touch you here?'' he asked against the human's lips, slowly letting a finger slide down between his ass cheeks.
,,Yes, it should be fine,'' he mumbled, pressing lightly against the troll's thick finger. ,,I want you,'' he whispered again, kissing the troll as he pushed the finger further inside.
Nite wasn't as tense or concentrated as he used to be, like this. He had never been able to make Nite come without touching his cock as well, so he didn't fear that the human suddenly would come without notice now. It was an unbearable, sweet pain that ran through him, as he put another finger into the sorcerer, feeling how hard it made him to sit like this; his lips finally against the human's, his fingers deep inside him and Nite's hands that lightly tucked in his long ears to make him come closer.
,,M-more,'' he whined, only breaking away from the green lips shortly before he connected them again. His mouth felt hot and wet, and his teeth scraped against the troll's thin lips.
Seymore happily inserted another finger. The most he had ever put into the sorcerer was four, but not in this position. Like this, he could use both hands, stretching him a little more in the process. When it felt too dry or tight to move, he spat on his fingers, his saliva thick, making the young man blush and shudder.
He couldn't push away his desire to put his cock into the small man on his lap. He lightly tried to jerk himself off while most of his fingers were inside the panting sorcerer. He couldn't remember he had ever wanted to fuck another man as much as right now, and he couldn't settle his lust.
,,… Fuck it,'' he growled, stretching Nite slightly as he placed him on top of his all too hard cock. This seemed to gain the sorcerer's attention, as his eyes grew wide and he looked behind him.
,,… What are you doing?'' he said, curiously looking behind him. ,,That's not… your fingers…'' he said slowly, feeling the glans against his anus.
,,I know,'' he apologized. ,,I… really, really want to… fuck you, but I'm also terrified at the same time,'' he admitted, kissing Nite's neck again, consumed by his drunkenly horny mind. Nite whined, as he lightly pressed against the cock underneath him.
,,Is that… alright? Is that even possible?'' he asked, shaking as he felt the pressure again. It didn't slip inside, but it was close. ,,Is this something people do?'' he asked, trying to catch the amber eyes in the dark room.
,,This is how sex between men can be,'' he panted, slowly jerking himself off against the tight entrance. ,,Fuck¸ how I want it. But I need to know it's okay,'' he begged, licking his own lips slightly.
,,Of course I want it, but… will it hurt? You're… so fucking big, and I like that, but… Won't it be dirty or painful, or… something?'' he asked, rubbing against him very intensely at this point.
,,If it's painful, I'll stop,'' he said, kissing the sorcerer once. ,,If I get dirty, I'll clean myself. And hopefully, it will be something. Hopefully, something you enjoy,'' he whispered, kissing him again.
,,I trust you,'' he said between kisses, his voice soft and small. ,,… Have you done this before?'' Seymore shook his head.
,,Not like this. I've always been… ahm, in your position,'' he said, slowly pushing upwards. Nite leaned his sparse body weight against Seymore, as he spread his ass to make easier access. ,,Mmmh, you're very tight. Are you nervous?'' he said, feeling the tip slide in. He nodded slowly, breathing heavily before looking up at the troll again.
,,Yerh… But that's normal, right? I mean, being nervous when… it's your… first time?'' he said, pushing down himself. ,,How the fuck am I going to get this thing inside me?'' he asked, almost desperately as the head slipped in.
,,Shhh, don't rush. We're not in a hurry,'' he said softly, licking the top of Nite's round ears. Oh, how he wanted to slam himself inside him, bite and mark him as his, but at the same time, what he wanted most was for Nite to enjoy this, so he maybe would be blessed enough to be like this with him again, at some point. ,,How do you feel?'' he asked gently.
,,… Not bad, just frustrated,'' he muttered. ,,It feels weirder than your fingers. But not bad,'' he assured him. He was still stiff and rubbed against Seymore's hard stomach, through his briefs.
Seymore leaned a little more against the wall, trying to half-lay against it, so Nite would be more in control and in a sitting position. This seemed to make it a little easier, and it also gave Seymore room to lube up his dick a little more, pulling out slightly, spitting on his fingers so Nite would have it easier, gliding down again.
This seemed to work, but he couldn't get that much in. Seymore had guessed as much but just laid back, mesmerized by the sight of the young man, trying his hardest to take more of him.
,,It's not even that far in,'' Nite complained, moaning as he began to rock up and down. He sat down weirdly, a little too hard, shrieking by surprise in the process.
,,Fuck! Are you okay, Wi-,'' he tried, but the young man cut him off, planting both of his long hands on the troll's mouth.
,,Don't use that name,'' he said, through gritted teeth of pain. Seymore had been so concerned he had almost used his birth name, but Nite didn't seem angry. Just a little pained, but still visibly horny. ,,It's fine, I was just a little impatient,'' he admitted.
,,I'm sorry, I didn't mean to call you that,'' he mumbled, kissing the small man again. ,,Nice and slow, Nite. It's very nice, and I want you to feel nice, too,'' he hummed against the human's lips.
,,… I do… It's just weird and intense, too,'' he panted, kissing the troll again. He liked this. Nite barely moved his body, but his kisses were greedy and lust-filled, making Seymore's cock ache heavenly. He slowly grabbed around Nite's ass again, guiding him slowly up and down. ,,Mmmh, that's… good…'' he moaned, hiding his face in the crook of the troll's neck.
Nite clung to him as if he needed it to survive. He moaned louder now. As they kept going, his breath got unsteady and he rocked his hips as well. Every time Seymore pushed into his smaller partner, the wet noise rang through the room, making him even more eager every time.
Seymore liked sounds and smells, and the mix between his cock slowly pushing into the small man, their mixed moans and wet kisses, with the smell of their bodies, drove him crazy. Not like he needed to come, quite the opposite. If he could, he would stay like this until Nite begged for release. The thought alone, if Nite could get as into this as he was with the troll's fingers, was almost too exciting.
Then he felt Nite's lips against his neck, first kissing him gently, before he licked and nibbled the green skin. Seymore gasped loudly, as he felt the sorcerer's teeth sink into his neck, jerking forward and making Nite himself moan in the process.
,,Was it too hard?'' he asked, licking the spot he bit.
,,No, it's amazing,'' he groaned, seeking his lips again. He felt Nite hesitantly bite down on the troll's coarse lips, not as hard as the neck, but hard enough to make him whine delighted. Nite looked at him, his eyes half-lidded as he licked his lips, as if Seymore's moans were sweet nectar for him.
,,Will you bite me?'' he asked suddenly, leaning a little to the side to give the troll access to his neck. ,,Not… crazy hard, but… You like that stuff, right? It'll be okay?'' he asked, almost blushing as the troll stopped in a motion.
,,I rather kiss you,'' he smiled against the pale, exposed skin, kissing him longingly, licking the sorcerer's collarbone. ,,I don't need to mark you,'' he whispered against the skin.
,,Mark me,'' he begged, as he began riding the troll a little harder. ,,Please, Seymore, I want to be marked by you,'' he whined, as Seymore grabbed around his ass again.
Seymore hesitated before he slowly bit down. He tried to keep in check how Nite reacted, increasing his strength a little by little, until he heard a particular whine from the younger man. When he pulled away, he noticed the bite mark, his teeth denting the soft skin beautifully.
,,That was too hard, I'm sorry,'' Seymore said, kissing right above the mark to not irritate the skin further.
,,No, no, it was good,'' he moaned, drooling a little as far as Seymore could see through the dusk place. ,,A-ah, I'm already so close Seymore. Why the fuck can't I last a little longer?'' he blabbered against the troll's shoulder.
,,You're swearing like a drunken dwarf,'' he chuckled, pushing him as far down as he could. He was about halfway in, as far as he could feel. Nite was hot and he clenched tightly around him. He didn't mind that he couldn't get further in. This was the furthest in he had ever been with a man, and he silently thanked Nite for letting him try. ,,You like it? Am I hitting your spot?'' he asked.
,,Yerh, but it's not as precise as when you use your fingers,'' he panted, kissing him again. ,,But this is like magic for my soul,'' he whispered, moaning as Seymore kissed him again.
He couldn't agree more. Finally being inside the sorcerer was indeed amazing and everything he could have ever hoped for, but kissing him would be what he would fantasize about for months to come.
He tried to guide him firmer down, not hard, but hopefully enough to hit his prostate more. He thanked the stars for how sensitive Nite was, how eager he was to learn and please, and how easy it was to make him feel good. He wanted that, to make Nite feel good. And by the way he moaned against the troll's lips, he was in no doubt he did so.
Nite whined and drooled against his shoulder, mumbling unrecognizable words at this point. Seymore held him up and guided him down his cock with one hand, while he slowly let the other down between the sorcerer's legs, trying to free him from the remaining fabric.
,,Stars, you're so hard,'' he whispered in the sorcerer's ear. ,,I can't wait for you to shoot all over me. Can't wait to feel how tight you'll get when you do,'' he groaned, feeling Nite lean more of his weight against his big, strong body.
,,If you say lewd stuff like t-that…!'' he moaned but didn't finish his sentence before Seymore felt him clench and heard him scream against his shoulder. He felt the human's teeth sink into his shoulder, a lot harder than last time, too. While Nite came all over Seymore's hand and both of their stomachs, the troll tried his hardest not to come right then and there as he felt the pain run through his body.
He didn't stop biting down, either, as he jerked forward, shivering and clenching in what felt like forever. His dick was still hard and pulsating, even after he had come, and he slowly started to release the troll again, collapsing on the bitemark, resting in the troll's warm embrace.
,,By Am, that was… amazing…'' he panted, still shaking a little as Seymore caressed his body. His lips felt numb from all the kissing, but he sought the sorcerer's again, wanting every breath he graced him with. And maybe he did as well? It really felt like that. ,,You haven't come yet,'' Nite noted between kisses, as his breath steadied. ,,Doesn't it feel good?''
,,It's lovely,'' he whispered against the sorcerer's lips, making Nite shiver again. ,,I just want it to last. But I can stop, if you're too tired or sensitive to keep going,'' he said, still licking and kissing the small man dearly.
,,No I want you to come,'' he whined as Seymore started to move again. ,,Come for me, you horny troll,'' he demanded, biting down on the troll's lower lip as they kissed again, trying not to scream, it seemed. Seymore held around Nite, fucking him a little rougher at this point, still trying to hold back so he wouldn't hurt him accidentally.
He could feel it creep closer, but not as fast as he wanted it to. Nite didn't seem too displeased, but he remembered how he had felt himself when Ruvaen had made him come like this. And by all means, he didn't want the sorcerer to be too sore tomorrow.
He reached underneath Nite, his cock still deep into the smaller man, as he jerked himself off as well. The added pressure of Nite biting and moaning into his mouth seemed to help him along as well.
,,I'm so close,'' he muttered. ,,Where can I come?'' he asked, starting to pull out, but Nite sat down a little harder than before.
,,You're not going anywhere,'' he panted, pressing himself as far down as he could. ,,And you're still not even that deep in,'' he muttered underneath his breath, putting his arms around the troll's neck. ,,Inside,'' he begged, kissing his lips again, as Seymore finally let the orgasm run through himself.
He held the small man so closely, that it almost felt suffocating. Everything felt tense inside him for a moment, before he came with an almost pained groan, relaxing as he shot inside the sorcerer. It didn't seem like Nite had expected the force with which he came, but he clung to the troll's shoulders and managed to ride his orgasm out before he finally fell limbless into the troll's embrace.
They sat like this for a while, feeling their bodies cool off as they tried to catch their breaths. Nite would still lean up to kiss the troll, but his kisses weren't as hungry now, though they were just as sweet. He felt sweaty and gross, but Nite didn't seem to notice or mind.
,,We need to wash up,'' Seymore mumbled against the pale lips, not in any hurry to get up. ,,And then I need you to eat dinner.''
,,I don't wanna get up,'' he pouted, tiredly relaxing in the troll's embrace. ,,I just want to kiss. Have you any idea how long I waited for this?'' he whispered longingly.
,,We'll kiss later, Nite,'' he tried, but didn't try too hard to untangle himself. ,,It's been a long day. You need food,'' he said firmly.
,,Do you promise that?'' he whispered, the mahogany eyes burning into the amber ones.
,,What?'' he asked a little absentminded.
,,Do you promise to kiss me again?'' His lips were so gentle, but sincere. ,,I want you. I love you,'' he whispered, afraid to look into the troll's sad eyes.
,,… Don't say that,'' he begged.
,,Why? Why can't I love you? Why is it so hard for you that I do so?'' he said sternly.
,,… It's not the time to talk about that,'' he tried. ,,Let's wash up, let's eat. I promise I won't leave you, but please. Be reasonable, Nite,'' he said.
,,I don't want to be reasonable,'' he said. ,,I want to live in a world, where I can love you. Where you don't have to explain why I can't, because you don't need to. I want you,'' he said again, more agitated and demanding now.
Seymore didn't answer, he simply just lifted both himself and the sorcerer. Nite squeaked, being held in the troll's strong arms as he carried the small man to the washroom to clean him up.
,,You can't just stay mute in matters like these,'' Nite muttered as the troll washed him off. It felt so natural to be like this; washing of his small Master, making sure he wasn't hurt or bruised. The sorcerer squeaked slightly when he washed between his legs, making sure there wasn't semen everywhere. ,,Tell me you don't want any of this, and I'll shut up,'' he said as he stepped out of the shower.
,,I can't do that, and you know that,'' the troll said calmly, washing himself as Nite dried off. ,,I want things, like they are now. I don't want another lover. But I don't want to hurt you, either. I'm not doing this to punish you,'' he tried.
,,It feels like that,'' he muttered. ,,Seymore, I have nothing to lose. After today, I barely know who I am. If you have some weird complex with… this or us, I don't care. I literally don't care about whatever happens out there. We're not out there,'' he said, crossing his arms.
,,… You're right, in many ways,'' Seymore said slowly. The water felt chilly, all of a sudden. ,,But I am still out there, Nite. I want to be out there. Not right now, but at some point. If I could always be here, never disturbed again from the outside world… then I probably wouldn't care whatever you called me,'' he said, his gaze saddened. ,,And at some point… you'll get out there, too. You'll look at the world around you, and you'll find out why you're too young to settle down with… just some troll, you don't really know.''
Nite looked sternly at him but didn't answer. For a time, he kept staring, before he looked away, arms still crossed. He seemed to understand the troll's words, even though he didn't like them.
,,… Okay…'' he finally said. ,,I'm not your lover. But I don't want to stop… whatever this is,'' he said, gesturing between them. ,,… I need you… I'm still so confused,'' he admitted, as the troll calmly placed his arms around him again.
,,I am here. If you can… trust me, I am here,'' he said, lifting the sorcerer again.
,,Why do you keep carrying me around?'' he sneered but didn't try to get down. Seymore was still naked, while Nite was covered in a towel, but it bothered him less right now.
,,Because you're troublesome to argue with. I want you to have dinner, and this is easier than waiting for you to get ready to go,'' he smiled. He hesitated for a moment before he kissed the top of the small man's head. There was no point in denying himself the small gesture, anymore.
,,Well aren't you the one to talk,'' he mumbled, as Seymore sat him down again. ,,You want me to eat naked? Can't I at least go get my clothes?'' he asked. ,,… And underwear… Why did you ruin my undergarments like that?'' he said, blushing a little as Seymore served him his food.
,,… Because I was impatient,'' he admitted. ,,Like you are now. Start eating, I'll get you clean clothes, okay?'' he said, gently patting the human as he left.
He felt dizzy and tired. He hadn't slept at all, and he felt confused and emotional. Having a minute for himself felt nice. The day felt like it had lasted weeks at this point.
He wandered into Nite's bedroom, without looking around too much. His bed looked big and soft, beautifully carved, but unused for the most part. His closet was enormous, holding more clothes than he had ever expected that Nite had, considering he only wore his big, oversized sweaters in dull colors. But he had colorful shirts of fine fabrics, stylish and formal, just like he had worn on the night that his mother had left the castle.
Despite all that, he chose one of Nite's usual big sweaters, loose pants, and new briefs, he had yet to shed. Seymore gathered his own clothes before he returned to the freezing sorcerer, who gladly accepted them. To his delight, he had begun eating his meal.
,,You're not hungry?'' Nite asked as he put his pants on.
,,… Do you want me to eat with you?'' he asked, instead of answering the question.
,,If you're hungry, then yes,'' Nite said, rolling his eyes. ,,… But yes… I would like company,'' he smiled confidently as he sat down to continue eating.
Then the silence hit them, like a brick. They ate and tried to process the day, it seemed, but Seymore still had so many questions. About Nite, about his situation, about Aenamo itself. But he didn't know if Nite would be up for talking right now, and he barely knew where to begin.
On the other hand, he expected Nite to be thinking about other things, despite his situation and relationship with his mother. Like why Seymore so adamantly didn't want to be lovers, despite him so clearly caring for the sorcerer. Maybe it was hard for him to tell, that he cared?
,,I have a favor to ask you,'' Seymore said, finally looking over at Nite again. For once, the troll had hardly touched his food, but Nite was almost done. Probably hoping to get dessert. ,,… There's a lot of things, I don't understand. Can you… Would you be willing to teach me about magic? Not how to use it, but how it affects the world around us and the likes of that,'' he said slowly. ,,I want to understand your situation. And… if I can, I want to help,'' he smiled.
Nite was silent for a moment before he smiled the biggest smile he had ever seen. He could hardly contain himself.
,,Yes, of course! Always!'' he said, finishing his food in a hurry. ,,Now?'' he said, forgetting all about the pie in the cooler.
,,No, tomorrow, Nite. It's been such a long day,'' he smiled forgivingly. ,,But… I'm glad to see you so eager to teach me. I'm still… I don't feel comfortable with magic, but-,'' he tried, but the sorcerer stood up and hugged him tightly.
,,I know. But I'll teach you and you'll understand, and then everything will be perfect,'' he claimed, smiling widely. He was about to run off, just like he used to, when Seymore gently grabbed his hand. It seemed to surprise both of them a bit.
,,… Can you sit with me, for a bit longer? I know you probably want to read and prepare. But I… I would like some company, if that's alright,'' he smiled softly. If Nite ran away to start researching for tomorrow, he would be up all night, and the troll knew very well that the human still needed to sleep. And everything considered, Seymore really did want some company.
Nite nodded, moved the chair, and sat beside the troll instead. He began to talk about the wonders of magic, and how amazing it all had made Aenamo. Seymore tried to keep up, but he was too tired to focus on Nite's endless words. It didn't stop the sorcerer, and he passionately continued, even though the troll just silently ate. He couldn't get himself to stop him, and in the end, he just liked to see Nite like this; so happy and content, after all of what they had been through today.
,,Hey? You're tired?'' the sorcerer suddenly asked. Seymore had barely been aware that he had finished his meal. ,,It's okay. We'll continue tomorrow,'' he smiled, standing up again and waiting for Seymore to do the same.
,,You didn't get dessert,'' he said, yawning in the process.
,,I'll get that tomorrow,'' he said, taking the troll's hand and guiding him down the hallway. He stopped at his own room and looked vaguely inside.
,,… You can sleep in your own bed, if you prefer,'' Seymore said with a small smile. But just as he had hoped, Nite shook his head and pulled him further along the hallway, until they reached the basement chamber.
,,I'd rather sleep with you,'' he said as they went down into the dark room. They stripped before they laid down again, and Seymore felt how tired his body was at this point. Not tired enough to not lay and watch the human through the dark, caressing him slightly on his back. Nite's head was on the troll's chest, his tiny arms around his big body.
And like so many times before, he just wanted to stay right here, not contemplating whether it was right or wrong to like Nite, not dreading the day the Madam would return, but just being here, where things were nice and warm and simple. After all, he was just a simple troll; even in a not so simple situation.
The next morning, when Nite woke up, he was surprised to see the troll still sleeping. He couldn't recall he had ever seen Seymore sleep, so he just laid there, studying him for a bit, as he did with all things fascinating him.
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