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          “I suppose you have heard.” About what exactly? There were a multitude of things that could be said, that Jinse held a personal hand in bringing down the forces of Darkness? Side to side with his brother and other warriors as they clashed with the very lord of the void? No, it wasn’t that. “My Father is to grant me the crown by the dawn of next month.” He plucks a rose from the large bush in front of him, seemingly pained at the very thought. 

“He says the people would hail me the hero king.” He breaks the rose apart with his fingertips, letting the pieces fall to the ground. “While I expected the day to come, I thought it would be when my Father was old and grey.” Jinse turns to the man now, a serious look in his eyes. 

Ambrose tried to stop staring at the other, but the fact that he was stretching only made everything worse, especially because the rise of the other’s arms exposed the lower part of his belly, something that made the warlock want to just stand up and fuck Jayne right there. “Yeah, yeah, I’m alright,” he said trying to pretend that he was studying and not lusting after him. "I hate that you can always see through me,” He said, seizing the other’s words “I’m stuck on problem number 4, think you can come over here and walk me through it?”. 

Benjamin’s body emerged from the beach’s waters surrounded by people that would either ignore him or pay an unwanted attention to him. Nevertheless, it meant that he was done trying to look normal on a beach and he could focus on bathing on the sun’s heat.

Laying on a towel after drying his hair and chest, he closed his eyes to enjoy its touch, wearing nothing for it was a nudist beach, he let the sun’s touch warm his skin.

Carlo would’ve found it poetic if it wasn’t for how true the words ringed. He wasn’t one to get overly attached, they both knew that and perhaps that had been why Jojo had pushed him away in the first place, and yeah, he got it, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t hurt. He didn’t want to be a ghost in his life, and he hated that this was what they became. “That’s a weird way to say you care about somebody, Jojo.” He responded, holding back a sigh, “or is this your way to say you miss me?” I miss you too. He didn’t say, what good would that do?

               “I wonder if the others feel as I do.”

Aarush’s name would go down in history, not just Sunwalker history but the history of man, elf, orc, werewolf, all of it. For he was one of the Guardians of Light, a small group of elite to challenge the Void and emerge victorious. He had lent a personal hand in sealing the void and vanquishing the eternal evils of the realms. The scales had been broken, light and darkness were no longer equal, the forces of light had won. But yet, those whom had stepped into the void, lost companions in the process, and emerged victorious felt lost. It felt as though he had no reason to fight, for the goal of the Sunwalkers had been reached. What are they to do as a race now? Aarush was the strongest of them all, well and truly now proven. So why does he feel so odd? 

Dick had never spent much time around Sage, not because he didn’t want to, but rather because while they had mutual friends their interests seemed to not intersect. Well, unless they were at a party, getting drunk out of their minds, then it happened that Sage walking up to him and making conversation before dropping that line, “your face would look better between my legs” wasn’t that surprising.

Dick’s lips curled into a smirk, eyeing the other from over his cup as he looked down, towards the bulge in his pants and pretended to consider. “Well. My face looks great in all sorts of places, buddy,” he leaned in, licking his lips as he continued “I’m going to need a little more incentive if you want to see that.” He ended it in a whisper, making it clear he was interested, just not interested in making it easier for the other.