Pairing: Lévis Rosequartz x Domina Blowelive Warnings: (Light?) Angst, Mentions of child abuse, Mentions of Homophobia A/N: I really wanted to wait until I completed this entire fic before I posted it but honestly I have no idea where it’s gonna go from here so I’ll just throw this out here while I continue brainstorming ideas ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘

Domina loves red apples. He finds them sweeter than the green ones. Lévis knows this, he sees how Domina’s face lights up when the school cafeteria offers red apples on the menu, he sees how his lips quirk up when Charles mentions bringing back a few slices of his mom’s apple pie back to the dorm. Domina loves red apples, red like the blood on his hands as he slaughtered countless of people under his father’s command. Lévis also knows this, of course, his father hates Domina’s father. Lévis knows that he should not pay so much attention to Domina, not when his pink hair that flows so prettily in the wind calls for him to run his fingers through the strands, not when Domina’s magic, powerful yet beautiful, invites him to stay a little longer to watch as he skillfully manipulates the water into different forms. Lévis knows he is slowly but surely falling for the pink-haired man, but he knows that they could never be. Not with his father’s gaze upon him, not when people will frown upon two men being in love.

  “You came.” Domina smiles from the other side of the training hall. “You called.” Lévis sighs, walking towards the shorter man. “What’s up? You rarely bother me.” Lévis looks down at Domina. The smile on Domina’s face never falters. “I wanted to spar with someone, and you’re the only person I know who can last at least a few minutes against me. Except Mash of course.” Lévis stares at the younger for a few seconds before agreeing, stepping a few steps back to prepare for their spar.

  The floor of the training hall in filled with water, there are magnets stuck in the walls. The two teenagers lay together in the middle, staring up at the ceiling in silence. A few more minutes of silence pass before Domina breaks the silence, “Hey, Lévis.” Lévis only hums in reply. “Do you think I’m lovable? Even after all the lives I’ve ruined?” Silence fills the air as Lévis suddenly finds himself unable to form words. What could he say? What could he say that wouldn’t end in him rambling on and on about those beautiful eyes that shine like gems or that beautiful voice which rings like an angel’s call? Lévis opens his eyes mouth but quickly swallows the words down, looking away from the man beside him. Domina only chuckles softly at his reaction, accepting the fact that no one could love the devil’s son. The two lay there for a while longer, silence once again falling over them like a blanket.

  It’s winter break, Lévis is back in the very house he was raised in, where he suffered endless abuse by his father’s hand. Lévis walks up the stairs back into the room he once called his own, his safe place (not that it was ever safe for him, his father often barged in to beat him after he made yet another mistake). A knock is heard from the door as Lévis unpacks his stuff. Turning around, he finds his older twin standing in his doorway, the ever present smile on his face (Lovie seems to be eating well, Lévis notes, the once loose clothes looking more fitting now). “Welcome back, Lévis” Lévis flashes a toothy grin back at the older twin, “It’s been a while, how’s your recovery going?” “The family doctor says that I’ll be able to go back to school in a few months’ time. Father is pushing me to join Walkis when school reopens after winter break.” Lévis nods along as Lovie talks about his days spent cooped up in the mansion, unpacking the rest of his items. 

  “Do you think we’ll ever be able to leave father?” Lévis asks, his footsteps slowing down to a halt. Lovie pauses, turning his head around to face Lévis. “Why do you ask?” “It’s just….” Sensing Lévis’ uncertainty, Lovie guides him towards a small corner of the garden that they were walking around. Lévis recognises the bushes, they were the exact same ones he and Lovie would hide behind whenever their father came back home in a particularly bad mood. Sitting down on the snow covered grass, Lovie pats the spot beside him. “No one will hear us here, tell me whatever you wanted to say.” Hesitating for a moment, Lévis collapses onto the grass, “I think I love someone.” Lovie’s eyes widen as his mouth hangs slightly open. Quickly regaining his composure, Lovie asks, “Who is she? Why would you need to escape father to be with her?” Turning to look up at Lovie, Lévis sighs, “It’s not a she, it’s a he.”