Ash had been through hell, anyone would tell you that, it was like the small Morgenstern couldn't catch a break. he was first taken by the unseelie king, and used like a pet project. the days he spent there were agony, a terrible terrible time for the boy. because of this, and the spells forced upon him, he could never truly find love. everyone was stripped of their choice, the moment they got near him. he hated it the fact no one would truly care, because of the perfect loyalty, the unseelie king put on him.
When Annabel took him to Thule, his life got incredibly worse. though his perfect loyalty, did kick In, finally doing something for the better, and not letting his cruel father kill him out right. nothing good came out of that place, it was a dark evil place, full of blood, and pain. sorrow, and despair.
he was used, at every opportunity. no one truly loved him, how could they? he was a monster. he wasn't even supposed to be alive, he shouldn't be. the two people who should never have touched…. did, and his miserable existence began. he was now wanted by the cohort for crimes, his father, and grandfather, and mother committed. how was any of this fair? It wasn't, Plain and simple. he finally met his father, only for him to hurt the young Fae, beyond anything he could ever imagine, he longed for his mother, the warmth of her hold.
When he was a mere child. before the unseelie king, before Thule, before his father, before anything, he lived with his mother, she took care of him, loved him. truly loved him, and he longed for her once more. he felt his soul die, every day, that he spent in Thule. surrounded by pain, and hatred.
That was... until his father showed him Jace. the other boy, instantly took a liking to Ash. they spent all day, and night together, and ash thought he'd get bored of him. but he never did, he never tried making him do horrible things, like his father did, or used him for spells, like the unseelie king did.
He took care of him, he convicted jonathan to calm down on most things. he saved a lot of lives, but most importantly…. Jace saved his.
Ash sighed softly, knowing that today, was another one of father's announcements. and Ash hated them, it was horrible, it was just a cover to kill people. because his father was a psycho. he was pulled from his thoughts when a knock rang out. he asked who it was, when Jace responded. he smiled allowing him entrance Ash smiled at him as he walked over. Jace was different when it was just them he was soft, calm loving, kind. he was nothing like his father, nothing like anyone he'd ever met, and he just thanked his goddess for him.
"Come on princess get up" he said jokingly. russelling his snow white hair, Ash ducked playfully, glaring at him. "Yeah yeah I'm getting up." he huffed, he stood, and stretched then turned to look at Jace. the older boy had a strange look on his face, it confused the other he laid a hand on his shoulder. his head tilted in confusion. "Are you alright?" Jace shook his head, "yeah I'm fine" it was like a moment was missed, a moment gone, and ash mourned the loss of something, he didn't even know. he mourn a loss, he didn't understand.
Ash nodded, still watching him intently, he searched the others face. his mismatched beautiful eyes, he'd be a fool to say Jace wasn't beautiful, he was so pretty almost like a real angel. ash wasn't ashamed to state he'd had a crush on the other since they first met.
Jace looked back into Ashes eyes, there. it was the moment he'd lost before. almost like it couldn't stay away, Jace reached up, and rubbed his cheek bone. ash felt his eyelashes flutter against his cheek, leaning into the touch. nothing soft, or beautiful. came out of Thule, it was a dark place, so it almost felt like a cruel, twisted dream. this moment of happiness, of peace. he took in everything, praying it wouldn't pass. it wouldn't end. he took in everything, from jace's callused hands. to the soft puffs of cool Breath, the taller boy let out. he was so close. almost touching in a way the Fae had never felt before, he felt his heart pump, felt his blood rush to his cheeks. it was perfect it was-
Ash gasped startled when he heard his father's voice down the hall. it sent a cold icy chill down his spine, even though they had done nothing wrong they jumped apart. Ash still in a state of shock. still in a dreamy, like trace. but he had no time to question it. before he was left alone, with a slamming doors making him flinch. he stared at the door, that the golden haired boy, just exited through. before reaching up, and gently touching his cheekbone. a dark blush settling in. he shook his head, and quickly got dressed, not wanting his father to get angry.
What on Earth was that? He thought.
