A Pair of Jacks “Confession”
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Day 2 of the Celebration of the Jacks!
Not my original intention for the second day but it’s been fun doing a little flashback of Edgar and Luka in school together! I was unsure of how many years that they would have attending the boarding school together, so for this stories purpose, it’s a 3 year school.
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The final year of their time in school had begun. The young Bright having no intentions to attend all his lessons as he had not the prior years. The curriculum dull and nearly put him to sleep. No, he’d found a more entertaining way to spend parts of his days, a most cherished friend, beloved, even.
His previous day having ended on a peculiar note. Tucked away inside his school bag, a letter nestled between two textbooks. The scribbled handwriting all too familiar. Words carefully chosen, likely written many times over to perfect exactly what had to be conveyed.
Having received many a letter containing similar contents, none had brought a genuine smile to his lips, nor kept him awake most of the night committing those words to his memory. Little sleep did he get, yet the boy felt no tiredness at all. In fact, one might say he felt invigorated.
Edgar slipped through the halls, feet carrying him down the path that had been traversed many times before, etched into his very core. He could say that he’d always been more than eager to meet his companion, but today, the thrill coursing through his being felt like no other day.
The cool autumn breeze greeted the boy. Summer waning away, taking its unbearable heat, replaced by the comfortable breeze of chilled air in the turning of fall. Weather impeccable for the two to meet under these delightful circumstances.
His step faltered, jade eyes sweeping across the open rooftop unable to locate the one he’d come to meet. Peculiar. There had been no signs of him within the school. The only logical place for him to be would be here, waiting for Edgar to arrive-
“There you are,” Edgar called, relief washing over him. It would have been quite disappointing for the other boy to have not shown up. “Why are you hiding over there, Luka?” He could guess but chose not to.
The other boy only shrunk inward at the sound of his name being called. Luka sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, forehead resting against them, as if wishing to make himself disappear from sight.
Silent steps carried the young Bright to him, and Edgar took a seat beside him, gazing curiously at his behavior. “If I didn’t know better, I’d assume that you didn’t want to see me.”
“Did you... get the letter?” Luka’s muffled voice cracked, shoulders tense with anticipation of the other’s answer. The tips of his ears brightly red.
Luka gave a soft groan, tightening his arms around his legs. Under all that tousled hair covering the view of his face, Edgar could imagine the blush spread across his porcelain skin, almost as if perfectly painted by an expert doll maker. The very thought brought a grin to his lips.
“Luka, will you look at me?” Edgar asked, shifting his position on the ground to match the words that would soon follow. His hand against his chest, his heart pounded harder than ever before, elated to release his declaration. An experience incredibly new.
Amber eyes peeked out, intent on only catching a glimpse before hiding away. Only, they widened, and Luka raised his head entirely. “Ed-”
“Luka Clemence, will you marry me?” Edgar rested on one knee, presenting a rose gold band in a velvet red box.
“Wha-” Luka’s lips parted with only half the word able to tumble out. The red across his cheeks deepened.
Chuckling from pure bliss of the expression across the other’s features, Edgar gave a cheeky wink. “In a year or so, of course.” Letting those words only further confuse the recipient, he cleared his throat. “You stole my line, Luka. I read your letter all night long, soaking in every tender word. Your heart spread across the page for my eyes only. You love me?”
The pause brought about a silence only interrupted by the wind whisking around them.
“That’s incredibly bold of you to write such heartfelt words about me, and though I hardly see myself in that light, I can surely understand that sentiment. For, my own thoughts are plagued by you, all of you. Every time you present me with a new food that you’ve cooked, that smile that lights up all the way to those mesmerizing amber eyes nearly stops my heart from beating.”
Edgar hadn’t prepared this at all, wanting only to convey the emotions that overtook him when faced with the boy that could bring the sunshine to him on the rainiest of days. None of it logical, his speech or his adoration of the young Clemence. Yet, he’d never been so sure.
“How you puzzle my emotions, Luka, I’ll never know. A day without you is nearly unbearable to me. My heart could possibly burst from my chest when I’m with you, and this fluttering in my stomach is quite new to me. Nothing is ever normal when I spend my days with you.”
His own overflowing affection mirrored in the amber irises trained on his jade ones, enthralled with every fiber of his being.
“I am in love with you, Luka Clemence.”
The moment drew out, both boys having confided their feelings in the other, the fear of rejection and the fear of being loved evident in their respective declarations.
Luka chewed on his bottom lip, as he did when overthinking. The blush had begun to leave his cheeks. With his feelings returned with as much affection, he’d begun to relax. “You... amaze me, Ed.”
“I thoroughly commit to large gestures.”
The soft angelic laugh of the Clemence sounded sweeter than any symphony could play. “Yes, I know. But... we haven’t been on a single date.” Not that their schedules allowed for such an outing, but he could dream of it.
“That’s not quite true. I find our daily meetings to be very simulate. We have eaten many meals together, shared countless memories and enjoyed the other’s company. Very much like a date.” At least, in his eyes, it had been that way.
Luka mulled over those words carefully. “I can see that.”
A mischievous glint flickered in those jade irises. The ring placed against the floor for a moment. He’d need both hands. “I’d say the only thing we’re missing is a proper kiss.”
Pouncing like the predator capturing its prey, Edgar cupped Luka’s cheeks gently, pressing his lips to the other’s. The stun wore off and the kiss reciprocated with equal passion. Awkward, unsure. Their noses bumping as they worked to find the perfect fit. The sloppy motions began to turn fluid, exploring each other’s taste.
As they parted, both were short of breath, chests heaving and their hot breath mingling. Neither pulled fully away, only a quick break. Luka’s hands tugged at the lapels of Edgar’s jacket, closing the distance to steal another taste of his lips. Another and another. The boys unable to stop their need to convey how much they cared.
“Ed.” Luka fought to steady his breathing, head still spinning from their myriad of kisses.
“Hmm?” Edgar hovered over Luka. He’d been just about to continue, already missing the soft lips of the other.
Amber eyes slid away, red creeping back up onto his cheeks. Lashes fluttered. “I... do want to marry you... some day.”
A sly smirk spread across Edgar’s features. “Is that a yes, then?” The box with the ring laid somewhere around where they’d ended up. Delicately swiping his fingers through Luka’s bangs, he eagerly awaited the answer.
Edgar caught the mug slipping from the sleeping child’s hands, setting it aside on the coffee table. Evie had dozed off during the story, a content smile on her face, her head rested against Luka. He’d continued solely speaking to his husband.
“I still can’t believe you proposed to me that day,” Luka whispered, brushing his fingers through Evie’s raven locks softly.
“I meant it. Every word.” He would never wish to change a single thing about that day. A perfect autumn day etched into his memory. He reached out to caress Luka’s cheek tenderly. “You and Evie are the best things that ever happened to me. I love you even more than I did back then, and every day it only grows stronger.”
Luka turned his head just enough to press a kiss into Edgar’s palm. “I feel the exact same way.”
The fire crackled, illuminating the shared kiss between them. Careful not to wake their child, the same passion shared on that fateful day upon their school rooftop spilled over that very night.
One day very soon, Luka’s letter will be revealed! ^_^ I hope you enjoyed their little story of when they confessed their feelings!
