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❝Don’t be like that, Waver, you should know that I care quite a bit for you because you are a unique soul. Just because you resemble someone means nothing if you do not also have a fine character behind those looks. I thought you already knew that; I care for you because of who you have proven to be &&. not due to who you look like. Appearance is only a starting point for one to find interest in learning of a person’s true nature..❞
How to solve a problem? Obviously, giving Waver a kiss on the forehead was okay. A kiss on the forehead &&. a long winded explanation as to why he did care so deeply ( more than he could ever have imagined when they first met ). After all, their first meeting was less than optimal, &&. yet as time went, Iskandar found himself warming up to the young mage.
He’d admit, the resemblance was a large reason of why he even considered attempting a bond, but in the end, to say he cared for Waver ( loved him, perhaps ) was exactly as it sounded. He loved Waver for Waver, just as he loved Hephaestion for Hephaestion. Perhaps one day the mage would realize that.
Until then, Iskandar could only try to ease the boy’s worries in one way or another.
Sinewy muscles stiffen upon the intrusion on his self-mutilating musings, shocked and ashamed that he’d been overheard --- but the greater shock lies in the response proffered. It should no longer surprise him that his servant is a man of great inspiration, one with the power to draw up the hearts of men as easily as his own sword...yet still, he feels as never before when he speaks such things to him. Perhaps it is Iskander’s power that bleeds into his bones, and hushes the raucous voices that crush his self-worth... ...or perhaps it is that the power is already within himself, and Iskander is the only one strong enough to call upon it. Whatever the case, a flood of rose washes away whatever solemness the moment held.
❝ ---WUH! Buh---y-y...gh!! You can’t---! YOU CAN’T JUST KISS PEOPLE LIKE THAT, IDIOT! ❞ Flustered, a strained voice whimpers as bitty fists beat him back --- or, attempt to move the behemoth who still clutches his cheeks and ruffles his crown. He’d grow two feet taller on the spot before he’d push a mountain.
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝑦 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝓘 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝑦 𝔪𝑦 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 Yᴇᴛ ɪᴛ·s ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴs ᴍᴇ.
Indie - Selective 𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓷𝒆𝓽𝓱 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓭
❝ ...because...I look like him...huh? yeah...that makes more sense. ❞
shitshitshitshITSHITSHIT---
ok but how do you explain to your best friend that you are also attracted to your master because he may or may not have a very uncanny resemblance to your best friend the struggle is real.
❝ ...? ❞
“…do you not want to be my friend?” Firo hadn’t even thought to question it. They seemed on good enough terms, so why…? “Did I do something bad? Did- …. did I hurt you? I can make it up to you— I’m sorry–”
❝ H-huh? Oh...no! No, that’s---that’s not it at all! It’s...it’s just that...well, no one’s ever really called me their friend before. You surprised me...that’s all. ❞
“You are my friend…? We spend hours outside of class together, even if it is usually just studying…. but we talk a lot! And I think you’re a pretty great guy! I don’t just hang out with people I don’t like. So, we’re friends.”
❝ .....Yeah...I mean...I guess. I never...thought about it that way, but... ❞ ---But had he really ever considered himself friends with anyone? On that note, had anyone ever called him such a thing as great before...? Pale lips pursed, eyes hovering over their shared notes.
“I’m glad I signed up for the class, though… I wouldn’t have a single friend here if I hadn’t, aha. My friends back home were telling me I was becoming a functioning recluse before I told them about you.”
❝ Well, you don’t exactly come here to make friends. I, for one, am just grateful for the opp--- w...wait. You... ...you think of me as...your friend? ❞
“I don’t like him. Something about him just… he kind of gets under my skin. I can’t pay attention well when I’m mad. It’s hard to keep up.”
❝ --- ...Yeah. He makes me mad, too. ❞
“You really don’t believe me…? I pay attention in my classes. My family didn’t let me come here so I could fail, Waver. If I don’t get good grades, they’ll make me come home.”
❝ ...Yeah, I know you do. But you’re always asking for my notes! And it’s always for El-Melloi’s class. Why is that? ❞
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“I take perfect notes!” Messy, but good! Doodle-ridden, but good! “He just… rushed the lecture, today! I only missed this one part…”
❝ Sure. Then you’ll go ask someone else for another part, right? ---Ugh, fine. Here. Don’t say I never did you any favors. ❞