#renfre

‘Blue Dream,’ Long Island, New York,

That beautiful posted--perfect. Leonis in his naked glory posed. His backside facing--muscles flexing! Oh he was gorgeous. Renfre leaned his head against that prominent booty and sighed. "if only"

Unfortunately this poster was right across the entryway door. The curtains that covered it were not there. It was then the front door BURST open and Leonis stood there.

The lime blush couldn't be hidden, the shame laid bare.

They kissed and smooched and he carried her all the way back to her fairy-tale kingdom place where-ever the fuck that is. It was fucking romantic.

They then got human-married and lived the rest of their lives in bliss and happiness.

And Ash doesn't kill me.

Time and time again did the two face, their wars not waged by blades but by lust. Kisses took ground, gropes destroyed defenses, and their hot passion brought battles to an end. Yet where would this war end? How? What could they do, with these passionate pails behind them?

Renfre lamented many nights over his battles with Leonis. What all did it mean? What else could he do? There were never words shared between them. Would the magic end, if he asked?

It took many nights of guilty passion for him to gain courage. He would, this next time he confronted the powerful blue-blood, ask. At least, that was what his steely resolve informed him. Some moments of doubt gave him the room to wonder if it would truly occur. He could only hope.

The night came, same as before. Their weapons raised. Their poises telling the other that the strike was ready, not of a passionate, hard kiss, but a blade ready to strike true.

"WHAT ARE WE?" Renfre shouted, before wonton passions were able to be let free.

This took Leonis for a surprise. He stepped back, eyebrows furrowed. "Wrhat?"

"WHAT. ARE. WE?" He shouted again, confident in his yells! He would, he would find out this eve!

Except... That Leonis then ran away.

Renfre stood there, dazed and confused. The area in which Leonis had stood was surprisingly empty. It took him quite some time to realize that the other troll was gone.

He wondered if it was better to have kept silent, as he ventured to his lonely hive. His thoughts were not more than a jumbled mess within his mind. What did Leonis's reaction mean? What was going to happen?

The troubled thoughts continued to cloud the secret-blood's thoughts for many nights since that tragic event.