#aclustus

Aclese stood from the computer chair, wandered to a more comfortable one and sunk into it.  The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became.  “Pfff,” He snorted.  “What’s so special about Gustus, anyway?” he mumbled to himself.  “He’s just a regular troll, with a regular face, a regular, long nose that colors when he’s embarrassed, how his ears perk up then flatten when he gets annoyed,” Aclese thought for a moment, smiled, then laughed quietly. “When he looks at me with those big orange eyes on the rare occasion that he’s not being short…and it almost seems like he li-” he cut off abruptly, remembering their conversation.  He frowns and scrunches his eyebrows, sinking lower in his chair. 

Sure, the reason for arguing was a bit silly and joking (mostly), but what Aclese said, what he was trying to communicate…He could tell the other troll anything.  He didn’t have to lie or pretend, he didn’t want to.  Everything felt real, too real.  And that scared the hell out of Aclese, but that was okay.  He made it okay.  Except for sometimes.  Times like this.

He looked to his left at the table standing next to him, which held a small gray pants button.  He picked it up.  Funny how something so small could hold so much significance.  His memory traveled back a few weeks to hazy thoughts and images.  Losing himself in the nostalgia of that night and turmoil of their most recent conversation, Aclese hadn’t noticed his eyes begin to sting and his face heat up and color.  “Dammit.” He clamped his eyes shut, stood up and chucked the button at the wall with as much force as he could.  It bounced underneath a desk.

“I don’t need him.  I don’t need him.” He stormed out of the hive with every intention of forgetting ‘him’.

OHHH NOOOOOOO WHAT WILL HAPPEN THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW because I probably won't write it