No, it's like something out of a fairy tale. It didn't have the charm of his old room, filled to the brim with books and statues and artworks that he was working on...or books full of old stories...
But it was elegant.
It had a balcony view.
He was set gently down on the bed like he was something precious; it was like he was being taken to his marriage bed rather than as collateral for his father's cowardice.
And that didn't...count his strange new friend.
He was massive, with chest fluff the color of his long beautiful hair. His eyes stared him down as he stood at full height.
Ryou wasn't afraid.
Instead, he reached out his hand and touched the man along his torso, as though trying to study his form as blue eyes stared up into red.]
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No, it's like something out of a fairy tale. It didn't have the charm of his old room, filled to the brim with books and statues and artworks that he was working on...or books full of old stories...
But it was elegant.
It had a balcony view.
He was set gently down on the bed like he was something precious; it was like he was being taken to his marriage bed rather than as collateral for his father's cowardice.
And that didn't...count his strange new friend.
He was massive, with chest fluff the color of his long beautiful hair. His eyes stared him down as he stood at full height.
Ryou wasn't afraid.
Instead, he reached out his hand and touched the man along his torso, as though trying to study his form as blue eyes stared up into red.]