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Thomas and Metias, based on the painting Ivan the Terrible and His Son by Ilya Repin.

13. “Kiss me.”

So I wrote this, and I really want to post it so this is going to be two parts. Part 1 is “Kiss me” and Part 2 (which I’m planning on posting hopefully soon) will be 28. 

SIDE NOTE: For this I’m going witha whole “Metias and Thomas lived through all the books and are okay AU” soyeah. Takes place in the ten year gap before the epilogue of Champion. Also,this whole situation is kinda cheesy so bear with me. 

Out of all the places Metias couldpossibly be at the moment, this was probably the worst. The grand ballroom wasfilled with what felt like a million other bodies, all milling around in formaluniforms and gowns talking politics. God,didn’t these people ever talk about something other than work? He wonderedas he stood in the corner of the room, nursing a scotch some senator hadoffered about an hour ago. He didn’t drink, but he’d been too polite to say no.June would’ve laughed at the whole situation.

The air was thick and hot, almostmaking it hard to breathe. The shining medals on his uniform felt like theywere anvils pulling him to the ground. If any of the senators or distinguishedguests came up to talk to him (and very few did), they were more than likely toask about how his ex-commander had been imprisoned for treason, or how therebuilding of the corrupt Los Angeles patrol was going. Neither were topics hewanted to discuss at a party celebrating the New Year.

If Metias had a choice, it would beto spend New Year’s Eve with his sister, Thomas and Ollie. Like old times. But thosememories felt like a lifetime ago. Besides, the Elector Anden had invited Juneto attend his formal New Year’s gala, and in turn she’d invited Metias. And heonly agreed to go if he could bring Thomas (though he most likely would havegone anyway to support his sister). Thankfully, Thomas had agreed to the inviteafter Metias had practically begged him to come.

Three hours into the party, andThomas was talking to what looked like a general and an admiral. Metiaschuckled as he spotted him a few feet away. Alwaystrying to leave a good impression. If Thomas went to more of these things,he probably would’ve been General of the Army by now. June had arrived withAnden before him to greet the guests, and seemed very friendly with everyone shetalked to. She could be just as bored as Metias but he would never know. It wasodd seeing his little sister so close with the Elector, but he constantlyreminded himself that June was eighteen now. She wasn’t the little girl whoneeded an older brother to look out for her anymore. Still, he could see in hereyes how much she missed Day. Every day, his leaving haunted her, though shedid a spectacular job at hiding it.

“Are you going to drink that?” Ahand clapped his shoulder.

Metias jumped at little, making afew drops of scotch spill over his glass onto gloved-hand, leaving a smallstain. Thomas stood beside him, smiling like he’d just been promoted. Knowing him, he probably had been. “Idon’t drink,” Metias told him, gazing at the deep amber liquid with an air ofboredom. “That’s a shame,” Thomas replied. “It’s fine scotch, aged twelveyears.”

“Has Senator Faren offered some toyou as well?” Metias asked, the corner of his lips curving into a curt smile.Thomas nodded. Metias offered his drink to his friend, but he politely held ahand up in refusal. “I had one drink for the senator, and that’s about all Iwant to for the night.” Metias rolled his eyes. Always trying to look his best. He couldn’t afford to get drunkduring such a night, with this type of crowd around him. Metias loved howpainfully cautious he was, though he still laughed at it every once and awhile.

Metias gave his drink to a passingwaiter with an empty tray and put his hands in his trouser pockets casually.“Want to take a walk, get some air?” He asked, cocking his head towards theexit to the terrace. Thomas gazed back at the prestigious guests he could besucking up to, but nodded and followed Metias out of the stuffy room.

The air outside felt a thousandtimes lighter, and Metias felt better being alone with Thomas than he’d beenthe whole night. The terrace was dark safe for the light spilling out from theballroom and the soft outdoor lights lining the gardens. The December air wascold, making Thomas shiver. Metias wrapped an arm around him as they sat on oneof the benches looking out on the gardens. The stars above were almostimpossible to see because of the lights of the city, but the moon shinedbrighter than anything in the city.

Thomas rested his head againstMetias’s shoulder, and they sat in silence. A chorus of voices from the insideof the ballroom caught their attention sometime later. Minutes, hours, Metiasdidn’t know.

10… 9… 8…                                                      

They were counting down to the NewYear. Thomas gazed up at him, two little words escaping his mouth like awhisper. “Kiss me.”  Metias hadn’t expected it, but his heartraced along with the countdown inside.

5…4… 3…

Slowly, Metias pressed his lipsagainst Thomas’s. The space between them was almost non-existent. He lingered,not wanting the moment to stop.

2…1! Happy New Year!