brilliant overlord

It was true; Guy was often taken aback when he heard words like this leave Sync’s mouth. He knew he must have been angry a lot of the time, but the blond almost never noticed it with how often he was bringing him happiness. “I’ve never met anyone who can fight like you – you’re one of the most impressive people I’ve ever met. Just think; you were in command of an entire combat unit despite everything you had gone through.”

Guy grazed Sync’s cheek with his thumb, gently wiping away any wetness from his cheeks. He found it hard to look away from his red eyes; so broken and so lost. He wondered if he would be the one to change the way they looked. “I love you because, despite everything you say, I think you’re a good person. You may still be angry all the time, and you have a right to be, but I think you handle your life better than most people could have.”

But he didn’t want that anymore. That wasn’t his life. This was his life. “I…. don’t know what to do but… I’m sick of being angry. I just… want to be normal…” He wrapped his arms around Guy, hugging him tightly. “I’m sorry.”

He took in a deep breath, trying to stop himself from crying. “I really do love you. I can’t… guarantee that I won’t be hard on myself but… I want to change. I think.” His fingers gripped his shirt tightly.

He rubbed his sleeve against his face, brushing away more tears. “But…. I want to be someone that you can be proud of.” He hiccuped softly, holding back a sob. “Sometimes, I look in the mirror and wonder how you could love someone like me. I can’t find any good qualities in myself.”

It was true; Guy was often taken aback when he heard words like this leave Sync’s mouth. He knew he must have been angry a lot of the time, but the blond almost never noticed it with how often he was bringing him happiness. “I’ve never met anyone who can fight like you -- you’re one of the most impressive people I’ve ever met. Just think; you were in command of an entire combat unit despite everything you had gone through.”

Guy grazed Sync’s cheek with his thumb, gently wiping away any wetness from his cheeks. He found it hard to look away from his red eyes; so broken and so lost. He wondered if he would be the one to change the way they looked. “I love you because, despite everything you say, I think you’re a good person. You may still be angry all the time, and you have a right to be, but I think you handle your life better than most people could have.”

As Sync pulled him close, although not in the way he would have liked, he could see the hurt in his eyes from his words. He could barely look him in the eyes as he noticed what he had done. He half expected to get punched, although he didn’t pull away from Sync’s grip. If anything, he probably deserved it.

“Hey…” He reached out, on the verge of touching Sync but never making contact. ‘I’m… I’m sorry for that too. I didn’t mean it like that.” He finally touched his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. “You know I don’t see it like that at all. I think it’s sweet.” Despite the soft tone in his voice, Guy hesitated, wondering if it was right to continue. 

He turned his back to Guy once more, not wanting him to see his face. He felt so weak, after all. “Y-you’ve done so much for me and… you love me and I… I don’t do anything. But what should I even do…? When you’re not here, it’s so lonely. Maybe it’s cause I don’t really have any friends but I don’t know what to do about that.”

As Sync pulled him close, although not in the way he would have liked, he could see the hurt in his eyes from his words. He could barely look him in the eyes as he noticed what he had done. He half expected to get punched, although he didn’t pull away from Sync’s grip. If anything, he probably deserved it.

“Hey...” He reached out, on the verge of touching Sync but never making contact. ‘I’m... I’m sorry for that too. I didn’t mean it like that.” He finally touched his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. “You know I don’t see it like that at all. I think it’s sweet.” Despite the soft tone in his voice, Guy hesitated, wondering if it was right to continue. 

So Sync was mad; if the sarcasm dripping heavily from his tone wasn’t enough of an indication, it was the way he turned away from him. And to be honest, Guy really wasn’t in the mood for a fight right now. He breathed in heavily, resisting all urges to sigh again. 

Sync sat upright, leaning towards Guy and staring him in the eyes with a glare. “One letter, just one, that’s all I would have needed.” He quickly got to his feet and stomped over to the window, sitting himself on the windowsill with his legs curled up towards him.

Guy already knew he was in trouble. 

There was no way he could leave for a trip that was supposed to be a week at max, that later turned into a few week, then verging on the edge of becoming a month and come home to welcoming faces – or rather, just one face in particular worried him. He had let Sync know in advance that the trip wouldn’t take long at all; they had spent longer time away from each other but due to several miscommunications, it ended up taking longer. 

He let his head fall on the door frame for a moment before opening up the doors of his manor. He felt drained.

He almost wish he could just sneak in like the old days. The way his maids greeted him so happily (and loudly) left him feeling self-conscious as he peeked around, wondering when exactly he’d run into Sync. Maybe he had already left him.

He knew he should have written some letters. 

Slinking through the manor, Guy finally crept his way to the doorway of his room. He sighed heavily, almost feeling like he should knock on the door. All he asked was that Sync wasn’t too mad. Opening the door, he peeked his head in, speaking softly, his voice low and tired, “…Sync? I’m home.”

But the manor was lonely without him there. Sure, there were the maids, but it was difficult to talk to them sometimes. Aside from eating meals, he found himself either lying in bed all day or in the library flipping through books.

Eventually, he grew frustrated. He could at least contact me, he thought, wanting to throw the book he had against the wall.

On the day Guy returned home, Sync lay on their bed staring up mindlessly at the ceiling. He barely heard the door open, so focused on not feeling lonely. His eyes glanced over to Guy and he wasn’t sure what to feel. He wanted to get up and run into his arms. Really badly, if that counted for anything.

But he also knew that he was incredibly angry with him. He decided to focus on the latter.

So Sync was mad; if the sarcasm dripping heavily from his tone wasn’t enough of an indication, it was the way he turned away from him. And to be honest, Guy really wasn’t in the mood for a fight right now. He breathed in heavily, resisting all urges to sigh again.