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ลำดับตอนที่ #7 : ✷ that power over me ✷ [DnD]
It’s so stupid, Lars thought, how oblivious that idiot of a hero could be.
It was ridiculous, the fact that he had no idea how many people wished to be in his arms; longed to be by his side; dreamed to be the last pair of eyes he saw each night and the first, each morning. It was laughable, how he had absolutely no idea whenever a villager had their cheeks tinted red when greeted by him; or what it meant when he found himself a bouquet of beautiful flowers on his front porch. No idea, as if everything around that matter were unfathomable, simply unthinkable.
And what was worse, was that everything mentioned—and more—were all noticeable, prominent, for none other than Lars.
Would it be so hard for Ellard to see how many desired to be with him?
And it was heartbreaking, and painful for the fact that Lars was also amongst those people. But of course, he had no idea about it.
“Hm, what are you doing?”
Ah, forget him and his luck.
Lars lifted the noble hat off of his head, revealing a grimace that he instantly tried to cover it up with a weak grin. It was in the afternoon and he had been napping under the cool shade of this enormous tree, before waking up from a dream so sweet that it would never come true. Despite his effort, there was an image that stayed stuck behind his eyelids, one where he was holding hands with him and laughing and smiling at each other for god-knows reasons. If it were Lars of a few years ago this would have seemed like a bunch of nonsense, ready to be discarded and forgotten. But for in that exact moment that just his voice alone could bring his heart racing without any intervention; forgetting was simply impossible.
“This morning there was quite a lot of documents that my mother had requested my help, and now that I have finished, she said I am free to do whatever I wish for the rest of the day.”
Lars inwardly winced. Like always, his words sounded cold and distant, the very trait that most people disliked about him. But with how he was raised and what he was expected to be from his family, supposedly it could not be helped.
Like always, Ellard never seemed to mind though.
Stop.
The hero was standing, hands on his hips as he was bent down to face him, with the sunniest grin that made his heart ache even more. And for some reason, there was another interested hum, before a hand that reached out to Lars much to his confusion.
“Let’s go out, then. Say, how about we walk around the market for a bit?”
Lars should not take that hand, he knew that. But that cerulean eye that was underlined with a begging, and the smile with encouragement, eventually they made the boy stand up and agree like following a demand.
“Alright. Fine, I will go”
Still, Lars pretended as if the hand were not there.
With his gaze on the ground, he would not have to see the expression the other was making. Would there have been a hint of disappointment? Or just a lack of change except for a grin because he would not take heed of something as small as this? He was better off without knowing that.
“...?”
In his peripheral vision, he saw the fingers inched closer until they gently grasped his forearms. When he turned to ask what the matter was, the boy was instead rendered speechless at the closeness between him and that face. So close he could count the freckles on those cheeks his heart deemed kissable, so close he was scared to gasp in fear of it breaking the calming spell that was on them both.
Ellard slowly looked up, nimble fingertips removing a leaf from Lars’ hair, before brushing down gingerly.
Stop.
Lars felt his heart clench. It was painful.
It was stupid; falling for someone so oblivious of their power. But the more he stared into that gaze that was so, so bright—beautiful yet agonising—it almost felt like there was no other option.
Please stop smiling at me like that.
“Done,” the hero proclaimed softly. He took a step back and turned to head towards the market, the whole day planned out in his head. But unfortunately, that also meant Lars did not get to see his expression, once again. His hands felt an urge to reach out, to beckon the blond back to his side, but he forced it down.
And once again, the young man reprimanded his own heart.
He was better off not knowing.
Lars was better off not knowing how Ellard felt about him and his aloof tendency, how Ellard’s lips shifted when he said something eccentric, and everything that concerned his existence, at all. And definitely, obviously, and undoubtedly, Ellard was better off not knowing about Lars’ feelings towards him. Perhaps ignorance really was bliss like they all said.
Because now Lars wished he had not noticed a damn thing.
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