#formoots

Right now. When the team had came out victorious in a battle. Why did it have to be now. Why is he suddenly feeling this bubbling sense of disgust and hatred towards himself?

...No. He shouldn't be happy for the victory. He didn't do anything to be happy for. Zane got injured. Vince almost lost a life. Celtic..

Oh. Raloris swallowed the bile that threatened to rise up as he realized he had only been staring at his leader. His leader that was holding his bloodied and injured arm while having a pained but satisfied expression.

Raloris' eyes trailed downwards, into his palms that were stained with blood. His or some goblins, he wasn't sure anymore. His vision doubled and he swallowed dryly, the feeling of needles being stabbed down his throat at the action. He let out a staggered breath. Damn it.. His hands tightened into fists.

I didn't do shit. Why the hell was I so happy for?

Closing his eyes, Raloris turned on his heel, walking away from the group, and made his way back to their hideout. Hearing the cheers getting further and further away as he took every step, allowing the negative thoughts of worthlessness starts to eat at his mind, consuming his thoughts and soul.

....

A gentle yet firm knock reached Raloris' pointed ears, causing him to peer upwards at his door. He pursed his lips, not wanting to be teased by Sylvester nor Zane right now.

Another knock came, accompanied by a quiet and flat voice; "Raloris? Are you in there?". Raloris could've sworn he felt his entire body turn to ice with how his heart literally stopped beating and he couldn't move an inch at the sound of Celtic's voice.

Why is he here? Why now? Usually Raloris wouldn't mind being in the presence of Celtic. More often than not, he would've actually appreciated Celtic's accompany! But now? Now couldn't be any worse!

Raloris kept silent, hoping with all his heart that Celtic would just give up and leave him. He stared at the door with a bated breath, "..Apologies. But I'm coming in." And, of course, hoping that would be useless since Celtic was as stubborn as a mule.

Celtic's eyes darted from the interior of room --taking note of the lack of lighting--, and almost instantly, his eyes landed on the elf, sitting there on his bed. Raloris bit his quivering lips, averting eye contact from his leader and choosing to stare at the wooden floorboard instead, his mind running at a high speed at the suffocating silence and intense stare of Celtic.

"What h-" Celtic started but caught himself. It was as if the gears in his head were moving slowly and trying to piece together the perfect response.

He decided to close the door behind him first before making his way beside Raloris. Celtic parted his lips, taking his time to think over his words as he glanced at Raloris' trembling hands and the soft hiccups coming from him. Celtic spots the reflection of tears shining from the corner of Raloris' eyes and the stains of the salty liquid that trails down his cheeks and hangs onto his chin.

"..Are..Are you okay?"

Raloris didn't know why but he suddenly felt..angry. Frustrated. Irritated. That damn voice.

Why..why would Celtic ask that if he didn't care in the first place. Raloris hated it. He hated how Celtic always sounded monotonous, like he couldn't give two shits about his feelings or anyone's for that matter!

Raloris barked out a curt laugh, not bothering to look at the raven haired male. "You can be, oh so heartless sometimes, Celtic." Raloris darted his eyes up to meet Celtic's, hoping to see if he can spot the care and sympathy he was wishing to find. All that stared back at him was darkness, like the vast emptiness of the deep sea.

Raloris felt rage bubbling in his chest, "Your eyes can be so cruel." He seethed through gritted teeth and a slight glare. Celtic merely blinked, confusion evident on his face. "What are you talking about Raloris. Are you going through something? Should I leave you be for now?"

"There you go again! With that dead tone of yours. I truly wonder Celtic, do you really care?" Raloris stood up, glaring down at the leader who's still trying to understand the situation. "Do you even care about me? Am I even worthy to be on your team?? Why do you always speak as if you're forced to say those lines!" Raloris' voice cracks as he spoke, tears once again building up.

"If you don't care, I beg of you, don't bother spouting those nonsense. It was obvious that you don't mean it when you don't even bother putting in effort when you speak!!" Raloris choked out with great effort, he could feel his throat closing up, finding it difficult to breath.

Blurry and clouded vision stared into the same darkness that now were flooded with concern and shock.

The harsh breaths that leave the elf's parted lips filled the otherwise silent room.

"What..what are you talking about Raloris? I care. I care alot. I.." Celtic trailed off, closing his lips and swallowing, as if he was hesitant to say his next words. "..I care alot about you, Raloris. You mean..the world to me." He started again, gazing into Raloris' eyes, pleading that he can see his efforts.

"You don't SHOW that you do! You're just saying words and expect me to believe them when you look at me with those blank eyes!" Raloris yelled, the hot tears falling down his redden cheeks, frustration is evident in the way he flailed his clenched fists to show his emotions. His fist hitting his chest multiple times, before the frabic of his outfit is grasped tightly in his hold.

Celtic's heart tightened at the scene and he could've sworn he felt his heart shattered. He stood up abruptly---

"Raloris, I love you!"

Raloris' breath hitched, eyes widening as he stared at Celtic. Who, looked just as shocked as he is. Did..did he hear that right? What..did he just say?

As if he could hear his thoughts, Celtic spoke again softly, "I love you."

He continues, "And I need you like the moon needs the sun. You mean everything to me." A soft and gentle smile graces his features.

Raloris bit the inside of his cheek at his, once thought to be cold and emotionless leader, proclaiming and confessing his love right before him. He sighed, looking down before bringing his gaze to the raven haired male.

"I don't love you. I could NEVER love a heartless being like you." The words tumbled out of the mouth like running water before he could even stop them. He watched as Celtic winced slightly at the tone used but still, he maintained a poker face, aside from the slight crinkle of his brows.

Nothing but his heavy panting breaks the static of silence surrounding them. Raloris could feel the violent pounding of his heart in his ear. Was it the adrenaline? Fear? He wasn't sure, all he knew was that he can't think straight right now. He just feels so enraged and he's not even sure why anymore.

Celtic scoffed, glancing at the room before them before landing on Raloris again. His eyes always tend to do that, it always manages to find it's way back to Raloris, as if it's a compass that is destined to forever face one direction. His face was tense, lips pursed into a thin line, and his eyes..were empty.

"..Did you really have to be that honest?"

Raloris kept his mouth shut, closing his eyes and letting a sigh out. He opened them once again, choosing to look anywhere but at Celtic who was staring straight at him. After a moment of suffocating silence, Raloris picks up on the footsteps trailing off and the loud thud of the door being slammed shut. He finally picked up the courage to look up, realising that he's now standing alone in his room.

A haunting realisation daunted upon him as the entire situation replayed in his head at 2x speed. "Shit.." He muttered, hands coming up into his hair, clawing and grabbing at the strands as more curses string out of his lips. Why did he say that! Why did his emotions have to get the better of him at this moment?? Why did Celtic have to come when his emotions were..

Raloris let out a quivering breath, staring at the wooden floor, watching the droplets of tears hit the ground and form dark stains.

He needed rest.

StarXiang:

I like to think that Chaoxiang only learnt how to show his emotions when he started being around Star. Since he never felt to need to show them when around in the Milkshake Mansion. (And,,,it might only cause him to be vulnerable)

"You know. You're not as bad as everyone else says." -Star

And he suppresses all these emotions for so long that when he finally expresses them, he doesn't know what to do. Why is his face suddenly heating up? Why does their words have such a powerful impact on him? Why does he feel this overwhelming urge to hug them and be in their embrace?

So he tears up. Feeling the hot streaks running down his cheeks as he stares at them with blurry vision, trying his best to stop crying but to no avail.

And when Star reaches out to him, to hold him in their arms, rub comforting circles into his back and soft whispers of;

"are you okay?" "Did I do something wrong?" "It's.. its going to be alright."

He knew that he can trust them, allowing himself to relax in their hold and finally breathe again.

From then, he starts to blurt out random thoughts about them, always catching Star off guard since Chaoxiang has always been closed off and cold.

"Life feels empty when I'm not around you."

"You're being cheesy again!"

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Star X Meztli:

Meztli doesn't feel. He physically can't! He deliberately went through a process that takes away his feelings and emotions!

So...why. Why does his heart rate pick up and his body feels like its heating up whenever Star even looks at him?

He's pissed off, initially. Are they pitying him? Making fun of him? He hates it either ways. But he can never find it in himself to harm her anyways. He always freezes up.

"Why..are you here..",

Meztli chokes out, coughing harshly as blood spurts out, leaking down the corner of his lips. He makes a move to glare at the familiar face that looks back at him with slight concern swimming in their eyes, yet they narrowed down on him in distaste and slight hatred.

...The corner of his lips tugs upwards, a curt laugh leaving his bloodied lips. "If you're here to make fun of me...To laugh at me, you can do so now. When I get back up, I'm going to-" He doubled over, suddenly hacking up even more blood. Fast footsteps can be heard coming towards him, forcing Meztli to tilt his head up, now seeing Star bent down infront of him, causing him to raise a brow.

"What are you..-" He gets cut off when Star reaches out to him, hand wiping away the blood streaks on his cheeks. He swallows the lump forming in his throat at the soft and intimate action, before grimacing and hitting their hand away.

"Stop pitying me!"

"You're hurt! Let me help you, please."

And he swore he felt the nostalgic feeling of his heart beating again. Is he dying? If dying felt so soft and loved, then he wouldn't mind dying for Star.

I WENT OVERBOARD BUT UHHH!! I feel like Star would slowly break down his walls, letting him feel what it's like to truly be loved since he has never felt it before other than from Nathan and Elios but that was years ago!

"You gon' kiss me now? You look like you do." -Meztli

"Really? You're the one that has been staring at me for the past hour!" -Star

Star belongs to @startheimpactfangirl !

Chaoxiang belongs to @boiling-potato !

As you peered out the window, you blinked once. Then twice, just to make sure your eyes weren't deceiving you. With widened eyes, your body felt as if it was moving on its own instincts when you pushed yourself forward to get a closer look outside. However, being careful as to not lean on the frame that was covered in dust. It's a wonder how the dust keeps piling up even though it has only recently been cleaned.

Deciding not to have your thoughts lingering any longer on the dust issue, you can't help but feel the corner of your lips tug upwards.

"Snow..it's snowing.." You muttered slowly, as if you weren't quite sure you were right just yet, even though you're looking directly at one of the little snowflake falling gracefully and landing on a pile of snow.

How long has it been since you last saw snow? You wondered. ...how long has it been since you entered the Manor?

You're unaware of how long you've been standing there, just watching the snow slowly pile up even higher and the pavement is now covered in a thick layer of it. Until, a voice brought you out of your trance.

"Y/n? What are you doing?"

A voice so distinctive to you that you knew right away who it was just as your name left their lips.

Just as you has assumed, it belonged to a certain postman. Turning to face him, you found yourself smiling more than previously. "Victor! Come over here, it's snowing!" Victor raised his eyebrows in surprise as he made his way to you without saying a second word.

Shit. Were you being too friendly? Did you come off as overbearing just then? Did you just make Victor awkward??

It has always been an 'instinct' of sorts, of yours whenever Victor was with you. The world felt as if it has stopped whenever he was around! The noises around you drowned out and everything is blurred out and the only thing that matters is him. Victor always found a way to make your heart flutter and pound against your chest.

"Oh it is! Hah..! I've..not seen snow in a long time!" He exclaimed, voice a little louder than usual as he stared awestruck outside just as you had been doing moments before. You looked at him, the tension in your body eased almost instantly, just being near him helped to get rid of any worries you have. Were you falling for him? Are you falling for Victor Grantz?

Sure you felt butterflies around him and all that mushy stuff but..there's no way he'd ever feel the same for you! You're content with just being around him! ....right?

Before you knew it, the moment was cut short as Victor held your hand firmly but gently, smiling brightly at you, "Come on then!". You were pulled along by an excited Victor down the hallway. You looked down to see your interlocked hands, swallowing the lump in your throat as you felt the heat rushing to your face at the close proximity and intimate action.

Victor pushed the door opened, leading the both of you outside.

"Be careful. Here, I'll help you." He spoke with so much softness and concern lacing his tone that you could feel your heart swelling and pounding harshly against your ribcage. He held your hand tightly and lead you down the path as to make sure you won't fall. You could've sworn you felt fireworks being set off in your heart.

You were so caught up that you hadn't even realised that Victor wasn't holding your hand anymore when suddenly you felt a cold sensation hit your back. You yelped in surprise, hand shooting up to the back of your neck. "Wha..-" You trailed off when you heard a soft chuckle from behind you.

Victor. He was standing behind you, hands forming a snowball. Another snowball, actually. He had a playful smile on his lips as he looked at you. "Did you just throw a snowball at me?!" You laughed, already bending down to grab a handful of snow.

"Maybe I did? Or maybe I didn't. What 'chu gonna do about it, y/n!" He provoked, sticking his tongue out to tease you. Oh now it's on! You're so going to win this snowball fight! You smirked as you threw your snowball at him, managing to hit him as he couldn't react fast enough.

You couldn't recall much except for laughters and..well being cold as hell. You felt as if you're freezing! Your laughters soften when the both of you fall onto the snow, lying there next to each other as your laughters slowed to a stop. The rise and fall of your chests and your harsh breathings are the only thing to be heard as the both of you tried to even your breathing.

You turned your head to look at Victor. Your breathe was caught in your throat when you realised Victor was already looking back at you. The both of you tensed as you locked eyes.

There it was again. That familiar feeling, how everything around you is drowned out and you can only see him and feel him. Nothing else mattered.

You heart almost leaped out of your throat when you felt Victor placed his hand ontop of yours, intwining his fingers with your's and giving it a firm grasp. As if he was telling you that he felt the same way. He rubbed comforting circles on your hand.

You no longer felt cold anymore. Being with Victor made you feel warm inside, the same heat rushing to your face once again and dusting your face a slightly dark shade of red. Looking back at him, you found yourself sniffling a laugh when you realised how red his face is. The tip of his ears were red and he held a nervous smile.

Looking into your eyes, his nervousness washed away and his gaze softened. Victor had a small and soft smile. You saw his lips moved, a whisper,

Nothing more needed to be said. The both of you knew what the other felt anyways.

"You're so perfect."

Warmth blossomed in you at his words.

Looking up at the moon, shining ever so brightly, he feels the corner of his lips lifted into a grin. Bringing his hand up, he wipes off the deep red staining his lips and face, however, still leaving a considerable amount behind. Not that he cares, he never did. But he did want to make himself look at least presentable before returning, to the embrace of warmth and comfort. To his home. His Lo.

Meztli reaches the front of the mansion, the tension long gone from his body after his hunt. Placing his hand on the shiny gold knob, he halts in his movements, eyes narrowing in a pensive way at the knob as the moonlight reflection bounced off of it. Meztli feels a growl bubbling up in his throat instinctively, his tips of his ears twitching slightly.

The tension came crawling back into his system, along with a sense of dread that ate him up slowly from within.

It felt as if this wasn't the same house he knew- No. No, it definitely is still the same house..- But, why was it that he could feel an impending and intense energy coming off the now foreign object in his trembling hold?

Voices. Meztli picked up on a distinctive muffled noise.

...

On..multiple voices? Meztli furrowed his eyebrows with confusion before his pupils contracted into tiny slits at the thought of a potential threat in there with Lo.

His eyes flickered with anger suddenly and all fear dissipated from him, now with a new found confidence, his grip loosen from the doorknob. Taking a couple of steps and backing away from the door, Meztli raised his leg, now opting to crash down the door. He feels a smirk tugging on his lips, bearing his white canines that are slightly stained red.

"Oh? Why don't we ask him right now then?"

At that moment, the door flung open with so much force that the hinges creaked violently. It wouldn't be a surprise if the door is now broken. The force on the action sent a gust of wind in Meztli's direction, causing him to plant his feet down instantly while raising both his arms to shield his face.

Meztli's ears were ringing, he muttered a string of curses under his breath at the sudden outburst, finally looking up after he came down from the adrenaline.

Meztli's smirk from before fell from his face, his jaw went slack as his eyes laid upon two figures.

Lo and...Lo..?

No that's not right..

He was taken aback by an unexpected sight. Standing before him was his beloved, but something was amiss. Meztli's eyes widened in disbelief as he realized that standing beside Lo was an exact replica with a sinister aura.

Confusion and tension filled the air as both males turned to look at Meztli. Meztli felt his breath hitched when he locked eyes with the shorter haired twin.

The atmosphere grew tense, almost suffocating.

"Leave him out of this. This is between us." Lo spat, glaring at the other, although having a slight tremble in his voice.

A guttural and loud laugh came from the "twin". He wipes away at fake tears in an attempt an a comedic gesture to taunt Lo. "Oh? And why should I?" He steps towards Lo, a smirk painted on his lips and his half-lided eyes soaked in his terrified expression that he kept well hidden.

"What?" He snickered. "Afraid that our darling will choose me--"

Lo scoffed, cutting him off,

"He's not "our's".. He's not "yours"! And hell, Meztli will never be yours, Master."

Master stared at him, anger swirled in his eyes at being cut off. "You have alot of nerve for someone so..weak." He smirked at him with a curt laugh, causing Lo to ball up his fists.

Their voices clashed with each other, causing Meztli to take a stumbling step back with a clenched jaw, still unable to comprehend the sight displayed infront of him.

As they continued to argue, their voices echoing through the room. Meztli found himself caught in the middle of this unexpected rivalry, torn between the two versions of his beloved.

As the argument escalated, Meztli's emotions swirled within him. He yearned for the love and companionship he once shared with Lo, but now it seemed clouded by this unsettling presence.

Would it be considered bad if he hated the other version of Lo? He despised Master, how he's currently bringing Lo down with his words and how he acted completely different from his love.

Meztli swallowed the lump in his throat, his ears went down, letting the voices drown out as he stared at Master.

..no that wasn't mainly the reason why he hated him so much. Meztli realized with a sour taste on his tongue that the main reason he had this hatred for Master was because he reminded him of himself.

Deep down, he knew that only one of them could truly be his soulmate, and that was Lo.

In the midst of the chaos, Meztli's love for Lo remained unwavering. After all, he was saved by the vampire. He still recalls how foreign it was to have his gentle touch as he took him in. How Lo treated him so delicately and how he looked at him with so much adoration in his eyes.

Master dashed towards Lo at lighting speed, getting ready to attack him.

Before he could even react, Meztli found himself sprinting towards the two, feeling a desperate pull to save and protect Lo from danger.

Meztli held out his hands, widening his stance so that he was shielding Lo behind him fully while he glared at Master. His pupils shrinking into thin slits as he bared his canines at the other Vampire.

Master raised one eyebrow, amused at the display infront of him. The shine of Meztli's sharp claws tainted slightly with blood caught, combined with his flared nose and razor sharp canines that can tear apart flesh, made Meztli look like a violent animal.

A violent and unstable animal that could grow soft at just the mere thought and touch of a vampire.

Master pursed his lips together into a thin line.

"How foolish." Master crossed his arms with a sigh at the scene. He took a step back. Narrowing his eyes at Lo and then at Meztli.

"Do not be too relieved. I'll be back for you, little wolf." With that, Master disappeared just as a thunder struck loudly, into the night sky.

Lo breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank god he's finally gone.." He looked up, realising Meztli is still in a tense action, his soft growling was still audible along with his troubled expression evident on his face. "Mez..it's alright." Lo placed his hand on his shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze.

This broke Meztli out of his trance, whipping his entire body back to look over Lo. "It's okay, my love. We're okay." Lo whispered, making Meztli look up at him.

Lo smiled and it was as if the angels were blessed when time seemed to slow and the moonlight hit his face at the perfect angle.

Meztli felt his throat burned as if a thousand needles has been plunged into it. His vision blurred and the muddled figure of Lo made the tears well up even more. He threw himself forwards into Lo's arms, knowing, without a doubt, that Lo had already opened his arms out to embrace him.

Meztli refrained from crying out loud, only letting soft sobs escape past his lips despite trying so hard to keep them in.

"It's alright, my love..I'm here."