• WARNING: IF YOU ARE AGAINST HOMOSEXUALITY/SLASH THEN PLEASE DO THE MATURE THING AND GO SOMEWHERE ELSE INSTEAD OF FLAMING ME FOR IT. EXERCISING MY RITE TO FREEDOM OF SPEECH.

    Now that that's out of the way... Yes, this one shot is about a gay couple. It's part of a little series of one shots I've been writing about the trials and tribulations of Skirvai and Delarand, a nymph and a nymph-who-lost-his-powers-and-became-a-human who fall in love while trying to save the world that hopefully will eventually form itself into a full-fledged novel. I would really appreciate some feed back on this guys but for now, I hope you enjoy this. Written from Skirvai's POV.

    NOTHING FELT WRONG

    SKIRVAI’S POV
    I watched from across the campsite as Delarand shivered despite being curled up by the fire and wrapped in two thick woollen blankets. I drank in his appearance, having only ever thought of him as a Nymph but he was human now, and he was different because of it.

    His eyes were dull, almost lifeless while his skin was pale without the glow of the magic that flowed in the nymph’s blood. I realised how fragile he now was without his magic to protect him – he was human, the weakest race in Molnessri, all because his ancestors had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. His eyes were clenched as the cold air penetrated his bones and his arms were wrapped tightly around his knees as they bent inwards. His hair was stringy from a build-up of natural oils and dark stubble dusted his chin.

    I found myself leaning forward in anticipation as Delarand’s soft green eyes flickered open and he looked over to me. My mouth went dry and my heart began to pound – what was this feeling?

    “Skir’? Is the tent up yet?” Delarand murmured, barely audible over the crackling of the fire.

    I stood. “Yes it is, do you need a hand?” I asked as I watched him slowly unfold himself, wincing as stiff muscles finally relaxed. I watched, somehow captivated as Delarand shrugged off the blankets and ran a hand lazily through his short hair before he looked to me.

    “I’m fine, you look a bit off though,” he commented casually.

    I stepped back and averted my eyes, embarrassed before I mindlessly nudged a rock around the edge of the fire and folded my arms across my chest.

    “You alright, Skir’?” he asked worriedly and I felt the heavy weight of a hand on my shoulder.
    I slowly turned towards Delarand and upon meeting those soft green eyes, I felt myself lose control as I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him to me, leaning down and crushing my lips against his. Lightning surged through my veins as Delarand pushed his lips back against mine and tangled his fingers in my hair. I felt the whisper of his tongue against my lips before I snapped back to reality and tore myself from the embrace.

    I stared heatedly at the ground, my hands shaking as I tried desperately to reign in my emotions. I didn’t understand – what was happening to me?

    “Skirvai? What is it? What’s wrong?”

    Delarand’s voice had lost its quiet, vulnerable sound and had grown concerned and firm as he watched me. I hesitantly met his gaze, feeling tears spill down my cheeks as I saw those green eyes brimmed with worry.

    “I-I’m so sorry! I don’t know what’s come over me! I’m so sorry, Delarand, I’m so-” A violent sob was wrenched from my throat as I doubled over, my arms wrapping tightly around my torso as I tried to hold myself together.

    Before I could understand what was happening, Delarand was trying to catch me as I fell to my knees in front of him, more sobs wracking my lithe body. His embrace was warm and comfortable yet strong as he supported me. His hands massaged small soothing circles into my lower back as I cried into his shoulder, confusion clouding my mind.

    “Don’t apologise, Skir’... you didn’t do anything wrong, you did what you felt was right, I can’t – I won’t hold that against you,” Delarand whispered as he rocked me gently back and forth.

    “B-But I haven’t done anything right! It’s all wrong! It wasn’t meant to be like this!”

    “What wasn’t meant to be like this? What’s all wrong?”

    I sniffed and wiped my nose on my sleeve, an action reminiscent of my childhood before a fresh wave of tears cascaded down my cheeks. “I wasn’t meant to fall in love with you... I-I’m meant to marry some young naiad and have children and grow old with her, not waste away my days loving some – some-”

    “Skir’, stop.”

    Delarand’s voice was firm and I went rigid as he spoke, feeling like a child getting in trouble. As he pushed me into a sitting position and held my face in his hands, looking straight into my eyes with a sharp expression.

    “You have done nothing wrong,” he paused as his gaze softened slightly and his thumb gently stroked the line of my cheek bone. “Love is love, Skirvai – it doesn’t matter who we fall in love with, as long as we love them wholeheartedly.”

    “But what will people say? I’m the Prince of the Western Seas... I’m meant to produce heirs and take the throne – I’m the only son...”

    “We’ll find a solution, I promise,” Delarand leaned forward so that his forehead rested against mine. “You are bound by more than your duty to your country, you have a duty to yourself as well, Skir’ and I will see to it that that duty is fulfilled as well.”

    “Why?” I whispered, closing my eyes as a soothing calm spread over me.

    “Because I won’t let them take away your happiness,” Delarand whispered before he kissed me softly.

    Nothing felt wrong about it this time and I smiled.