It was a tortuous scene to watch, in this eternal silence that came afterwards Cain’s words. The shock that caused the mere mention of that word did not let him think correctly his answer, and caused him to do it in an almost hostile way.
Still even if the fighter did not intend to sound that harsh– It was just the way he was, after all– He actually wanted to know what Abel meant. Hell, he needed to know what was the significance of that to him, why, of all things he could have said to end this nonsense discussion did he have to come up with that.
Love? Cain did not know what love was himself; How it felt, what it required, what it implied. Even if he does know, that in a situation like this, a proper response would require him to express his feelings as well. But how can he? How can he even allow himself to think in such thing as love being aware of all the things that have been and are being done behind his navigator’s back?
The only think that comes to the younger male’s mind is that he needs an answer– He needs an explanation, because Abel can’t love him. He doesn’t want Abel to love him.
Ironically, it was his mission, after all, to seduce him in order to give him something to protect– Yet...
As he witnessed the other male’s struggle to find words, and heard his reply, Cain stood up, facing him, in order to repeat the same question– Again, with the same unneeded hostility.
“As if I can forget something like that! Don’t fuck with me! What the hell did you mean with that? ”
ABEL DAMNED THAT MOMENT. The few seconds it took for him to say that sentence, the words that halted their argument for sure, but brought on another. He didn’t want to speak to his fighter any longer; he didn’t have any more words to say. He was BAFFLED, he was lost; Abel was confused &, strained &, hell, he wanted to leave. He had to leave.
IT HAD ALWAYS COME DOWN TO THIS: HIS DIVINE SELFISHNESS. Though many did not see it, he was constantly concerned for himself. How he worked to feel busy, or how he helped to feel wanted. How Abel tirelessly fought for others for the SATISFACTION of feeling like a better person; how he joined the Alliance to excel his teachings. The grunts & growls he emitted in adamance to avoid that one, four letter word that had DISRUPTED his day in a matter of seconds.
HE WAS RELUCTANT. He was relinquished to his own ASININE stubborn ORNERY of refusal. Abel didn’t have the time to actively practice his love for this man. He had not mind to even considerit, &there he stood, staring down a man that had been assigned to him through business, not affections. Work&care were unrelated;the sex was merely a PLUS. They both knew that well. They both knew their limits. They bother understood what it was to be partners & they both still stood, drenched in confusion because of a four letter word neither of them understood quite well. ❝Stop this, Cain.❞
WORDS ARE LEAVING HIS LIPS BEFORE HE CAN PROCESS THEM. They tumble from his lips like an avalanche, emotion blanking out of his mind as he stared dead at his Fighter. He was no longer concerned with this. Abel had work to do. They could talk about this when they were six feet underground, rotting away with dirt in their lungs & crickets in their bones. ❝Forget about it. I fuck with you enough, & you’re damn aware of that,❞ the curses slip from his tongue like wine; Abel was drunk on the though of LOVE. ❝I meant nothing; it was a mistake. Must’ve thought of someone else, so just forget about it. I have work to do, so, if you don’t mind, get your head out of my ass, please.❞ He spoke curtly; tirelessly &firm &COMMANDING enough to confirm that Cain would not mishear him once more; he will not misunderstand this time.
BUT ABEL HAD ALREADY SAID IT. Abel had said it, &he had already accepted that he loved Cain, whether he knew it consciously or not.
He chose this path. This was what he had wanted-- what he had dreamed of being. He worked && he fought, yes, child, he's fought through it all. && this is who he want to be, he knows this is who he must be, but things have changed; he has more to lose, now.
He has so much more to lose, now, boy. He wants to protect everyone, though he's not so sure you can. He have doubt in your heart but he goes on with him because losing is not an option for him. It isn't an option for his partner, either, but it's better that way; he is your fuel. He is your sun.
His name is Ethan, but they've given him the task name 'ABEL.' The fighter he's been paired with has become the force behind his power && his lover. He cannot let him down. This is his chance to protect who he loves.
HE IS THE BOY WITH THE SPIRIT OF ICARUS.
THE FIRES THAT RAGED THROUGH ALEXANDRIA STARTED AT YOUR FINGERTIPS (ECLIPSE.)
He can't control it; he isn't who he is supposed to be. He is wrong for what he does, he know this & it's painful, not being able to stop hurting everyone he knows. He might kill each person in his path, & he's determinded to fight fire with fire. & If it is himself that stands in his way, then it is him that must perish.
BETWEEN THE PAGES OF FATE (MODERN.)
He is a boy who lives in his dreams. His life is built on them, just as his books are. A writer, a famous one at that, he is, though he says he only publishes his dreams to share with others. He hold each dream dear to him & does not believe that they aren't anything less than visions. He does not understand them, nor do many others; but he knows the future sits in his palms.
WITH A HALO THE COLOR OF SIN (GANGSTA.)
( based off the SF fic, By Your Side )
A tough battle it's always been, between the Alliance LLC and the Colteron. He stands as a Navigator, a normal, paired with a twilight he was supposedly obliged to name his Fighter. A war for territory, against anti-twilights that plage the lands; is the fight worth it?
&& WHAT IF THE STORM ENDS (SNK.)
They were forced to do it. After the serum had been leaked to create titan shifters out of orphaned children, they had no other choice. They made a sub-group within the Scouting Legion, of which goes by the name The Alliance. They call their soliders Navigators, their shifter to be Fighters. They train the atifcials into war objects, into weaponry they had chain to bed. It is where he works, where he trains with a shifter named Cain. They've become one of the best, but one of them is bound to die.
