#senek

The living room was filled with anticipation. Skon sat at the end of the couch feeling over his recently healed scar. “Perhaps I should have gotten rid of it,” he thought to himself in a moment of doubt. If he had not been as anxious as he was in that very moment, he would have missed the soft sound of the front door opening. This was it. The moment he was to meet his betrothed. He could hear voices at the door but dared not to get up from his seat. He knew he had to be patient. A young boy with very curly, almost white, hair and deep purple robes stepped through the threshold and looked at Skon. He stepped towards the boy sitting down and extended a ta’al along with a gentle smile. “I am Senek. You must be Skon.” Skon reciprocated with an odd little smile, “I am indeed.” Senek sat down and got a good look at Skon’s face, studying the scar running from underneath his eye down to his top lip. The boy blushed profusely and turned away with a whispered, “I knew I should have used the dermal regenerator.” A beat passed before either boy spoke again with the silence being broken by Senek. “Did you acquire it during your kahs-wan?” “I did.” “I think it suits you quite nicely.” Skon whipped his head around, long dark hair swooshing across his forehead. “Really?” “Yes.” The two boys sat there with growing blushes on their cheeks, knowing that their relationship would be wonderful.