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It was an unexpected praise, one that caught Zephyrus off guard. He was no shy boy by any means, but even he was helpless against such a genuine and subtle form of praise. The acrobat bit his lip in an abashed manner, the smile shy for once as he averted his eyes to their walking feet, smiling as he heard he archer's laugh. Zephyrus realized he liked the laugh - it worked wonders on Belen's face. From where he had been shy and reclusive, it was as if this new friend Zephyrus had just made was opening up to him, and he was glad, especially when he saw Belen's eyes light up. Obviously the man liked it when he spoke of the subject he liked.
It came as a shock, when Belen grabbed his wrist. Caught off guard, Zephyrus had little choice other then to just go along with what his companion wanted of him. His quick feet ran along with Belen's towards the woods. Try as he may to make out where they were going, Zephyrus couldn't seem to figure out, and he could only keep up as best as he could for the few minutes they ran.
By the time they got to the clearing, Zephyrus was lightly panting, taking a few short seconds to clear his breath and refill his lungs before he finally took in their new surroundings. The light breaking in caused the clearing o look almost surreal, and his eyes widened with delight at the magical looking area. The tickle of smoke brought his attention to the burnt wood, and upon noticing that, Zephyrus flicked an amused gaze at Belen when he held the bow out at him.
Teach him something? Well, he could teach Belen his acrobat act... but he did not have his equipment. Plus, the young male standing tere scratching the back of his head proved too tempting.
In one swift movement, Zephyrus grabbed the wrist of the hand holding out the bow, yanking Belen nearer to him and with a quick, swift movement, pressed his lips chastely against Belen's lips, pulling back again in case he had surprised the archer in a bad way. His fingers gently caressed Belen's cheeks soothingly, voice a soft murmur. "A lesson in the art of love, then? Would that work? Then I'll definitely see you more."
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It was an unexpected praise, one that caught Zephyrus off guard. He was no shy boy by any means, but even he was helpless against such a genuine and subtle form of praise. The acrobat bit his lip in an abashed manner, the smile shy for once as he averted his eyes to their walking feet, smiling as he heard he archer's laugh. Zephyrus realized he liked the laugh - it worked wonders on Belen's face. From where he had been shy and reclusive, it was as if this new friend Zephyrus had just made was opening up to him, and he was glad, especially when he saw Belen's eyes light up. Obviously the man liked it when he spoke of the subject he liked.
It came as a shock, when Belen grabbed his wrist. Caught off guard, Zephyrus had little choice other then to just go along with what his companion wanted of him. His quick feet ran along with Belen's towards the woods. Try as he may to make out where they were going, Zephyrus couldn't seem to figure out, and he could only keep up as best as he could for the few minutes they ran.
By the time they got to the clearing, Zephyrus was lightly panting, taking a few short seconds to clear his breath and refill his lungs before he finally took in their new surroundings. The light breaking in caused the clearing o look almost surreal, and his eyes widened with delight at the magical looking area. The tickle of smoke brought his attention to the burnt wood, and upon noticing that, Zephyrus flicked an amused gaze at Belen when he held the bow out at him.
Teach him something? Well, he could teach Belen his acrobat act... but he did not have his equipment. Plus, the young male standing tere scratching the back of his head proved too tempting.
In one swift movement, Zephyrus grabbed the wrist of the hand holding out the bow, yanking Belen nearer to him and with a quick, swift movement, pressed his lips chastely against Belen's lips, pulling back again in case he had surprised the archer in a bad way. His fingers gently caressed Belen's cheeks soothingly, voice a soft murmur. "A lesson in the art of love, then? Would that work? Then I'll definitely see you more."
It was an unexpected praise, one that caught Zephyrus off guard. He was no shy boy by any means, but even he was helpless against such a genuine and subtle form of praise. The acrobat bit his lip in an abashed manner, the smile shy for once as he averted his eyes to their walking feet, smiling as he heard he archer's laugh. Zephyrus realized he liked the laugh - it worked wonders on Belen's face. From where he had been shy and reclusive, it was as if this new friend Zephyrus had just made was opening up to him, and he was glad, especially when he saw Belen's eyes light up. Obviously the man liked it when he spoke of the subject he liked.
It came as a shock, when Belen grabbed his wrist. Caught off guard, Zephyrus had little choice other then to just go along with what his companion wanted of him. His quick feet ran along with Belen's towards the woods. Try as he may to make out where they were going, Zephyrus couldn't seem to figure out, and he could only keep up as best as he could for the few minutes they ran.
By the time they got to the clearing, Zephyrus was lightly panting, taking a few short seconds to clear his breath and refill his lungs before he finally took in their new surroundings. The light breaking in caused the clearing o look almost surreal, and his eyes widened with delight at the magical looking area. The tickle of smoke brought his attention to the burnt wood, and upon noticing that, Zephyrus flicked an amused gaze at Belen when he held the bow out at him.
Teach him something? Well, he could teach Belen his acrobat act... but he did not have his equipment. Plus, the young male standing tere scratching the back of his head proved too tempting.
In one swift movement, Zephyrus grabbed the wrist of the hand holding out the bow, yanking Belen nearer to him and with a quick, swift movement, pressed his lips chastely against Belen's lips, pulling back again in case he had surprised the archer in a bad way. His fingers gently caressed Belen's cheeks soothingly, voice a soft murmur. "A lesson in the art of love, then? Would that work? Then I'll definitely see you more."
Perhaps it was because Belen was far too naive, perhaps it was because Belen found himself relaxed for the first time in years, but the perceptive archer didn't see any of the events coming. Instead the boy found himself pulled forward, his bow falling from his grip as Zephyrus' lips pressed up against his. He was confused, as shock filled his eyes, adrenalin exploding around his body, as it seemed his nerves were set on fire all in an instant. He found his free hand raised into a fist, as if this was some type of threat to his own well being.
Yet within the time to took for his bow to hit the ground, he found his hands grabbing the acrobats tunic. The cloth balled up in his hands, as he held Zephyrus so close. Body against body, he accepted the intimacy of the moment. He didn't know why, his mind screamed in a hundred different directions; for him to push away, for him to run, for him to hold it longer. Yet in the end Belen found whatever his mind screamed it didn't matter, because his body knew what it wanted, and he found himself becoming resolute with that decision.
As soon as it began, it ended. Belen found himself thrown back into the real world, with half of his mind still straggling behind. His mind was set on the acrobat in front of him. The fact that he didn't even give a glance to his precious bow that clattered against the ground spoke volumes. Feeling Zephyrus' finger's brush across his cheeks, fingers slowly running over his new scar, he didn't even flinch, instead the young hunter found himself blushing.
He seemed to quickly come to his senses as he looked down at his hands. Quickly letting go, he looked rather concerned for a moment. Although despite the overwhelming sense of awkwardness that he felt he didn't dare step back. Through his frantic looking around, somewhere he caught the glance of Zephyrus again, and by some sense of magic, he appeared to calm down completely.
Reaching up his right hand, he took Zephyrus by the wrist, lowering his hand from his face, and holding it tight. "I'd be more than happy to learn." Belen whispered, as under that spotted summer sunlight, Belen found himself smiling, brighter than he had ever done before.
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Perhaps it was because Belen was far too naive, perhaps it was because Belen found himself relaxed for the first time in years, but the perceptive archer didn't see any of the events coming. Instead the boy found himself pulled forward, his bow falling from his grip as Zephyrus' lips pressed up against his. He was confused, as shock filled his eyes, adrenalin exploding around his body, as it seemed his nerves were set on fire all in an instant. He found his free hand raised into a fist, as if this was some type of threat to his own well being.
Yet within the time to took for his bow to hit the ground, he found his hands grabbing the acrobats tunic. The cloth balled up in his hands, as he held Zephyrus so close. Body against body, he accepted the intimacy of the moment. He didn't know why, his mind screamed in a hundred different directions; for him to push away, for him to run, for him to hold it longer. Yet in the end Belen found whatever his mind screamed it didn't matter, because his body knew what it wanted, and he found himself becoming resolute with that decision.
As soon as it began, it ended. Belen found himself thrown back into the real world, with half of his mind still straggling behind. His mind was set on the acrobat in front of him. The fact that he didn't even give a glance to his precious bow that clattered against the ground spoke volumes. Feeling Zephyrus' finger's brush across his cheeks, fingers slowly running over his new scar, he didn't even flinch, instead the young hunter found himself blushing.
He seemed to quickly come to his senses as he looked down at his hands. Quickly letting go, he looked rather concerned for a moment. Although despite the overwhelming sense of awkwardness that he felt he didn't dare step back. Through his frantic looking around, somewhere he caught the glance of Zephyrus again, and by some sense of magic, he appeared to calm down completely.
Reaching up his right hand, he took Zephyrus by the wrist, lowering his hand from his face, and holding it tight. "I'd be more than happy to learn." Belen whispered, as under that spotted summer sunlight, Belen found himself smiling, brighter than he had ever done before.
Perhaps it was because Belen was far too naive, perhaps it was because Belen found himself relaxed for the first time in years, but the perceptive archer didn't see any of the events coming. Instead the boy found himself pulled forward, his bow falling from his grip as Zephyrus' lips pressed up against his. He was confused, as shock filled his eyes, adrenalin exploding around his body, as it seemed his nerves were set on fire all in an instant. He found his free hand raised into a fist, as if this was some type of threat to his own well being.
Yet within the time to took for his bow to hit the ground, he found his hands grabbing the acrobats tunic. The cloth balled up in his hands, as he held Zephyrus so close. Body against body, he accepted the intimacy of the moment. He didn't know why, his mind screamed in a hundred different directions; for him to push away, for him to run, for him to hold it longer. Yet in the end Belen found whatever his mind screamed it didn't matter, because his body knew what it wanted, and he found himself becoming resolute with that decision.
As soon as it began, it ended. Belen found himself thrown back into the real world, with half of his mind still straggling behind. His mind was set on the acrobat in front of him. The fact that he didn't even give a glance to his precious bow that clattered against the ground spoke volumes. Feeling Zephyrus' finger's brush across his cheeks, fingers slowly running over his new scar, he didn't even flinch, instead the young hunter found himself blushing.
He seemed to quickly come to his senses as he looked down at his hands. Quickly letting go, he looked rather concerned for a moment. Although despite the overwhelming sense of awkwardness that he felt he didn't dare step back. Through his frantic looking around, somewhere he caught the glance of Zephyrus again, and by some sense of magic, he appeared to calm down completely.
Reaching up his right hand, he took Zephyrus by the wrist, lowering his hand from his face, and holding it tight. "I'd be more than happy to learn." Belen whispered, as under that spotted summer sunlight, Belen found himself smiling, brighter than he had ever done before.
