Eiskander sighed softly and felt the sweat collecting on his body. His eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling of the bedchamber the priests had reluctantly given him for the duration of his indefinite stay. Growing up in Eisstrum the Manakete revelled in the cold tundra climate of his homeland. Bu...
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On the 6th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, two lovers under the mistletoe.
The war had not been fairing well, but with the Christmas season upon them things were looking up. Two large figures walked along a well worn path in the snow. Yuuta, the successor to the High Priest of Sawagi, held the hand of his lover Eiskander, fourth in line for the throne of Thoron. The larger individual smiled down at the priest as they walked. No words were needed to express how happy the two of them were together. They just could see it in each other’s eyes.
Eventually Yuuta spoke up, raising Eiskander’s right hand.
“Are you feeling alright? No side effects to the blessing worth noting?” the priest questioned, doing his best to try and look up the sleeve of Eiskader’s shirt at the bizarre Berkosian markings.
“Yes, I’m fine Yuuta. I keep telling you that everytime you ask.” Eiskander chuckled softly and took the opportunity to pull his boyfriend in closer.
“I am a healer by choice, it is my job to ensure my friends are taken care of.” Yuuta protested before finding himself pressed against Eiskander.
“You talk too much.” a smiled crossed Eiskander’s face as he glanced up. As if by magic there was a small bundle of small white berries just above the couple.
“Is that... mistletoe?” the priest questioned with a light blush. His eyes moved from the plant to Eiskander before letting out a small eep as their lips met in a tender embrace.
“I love you Yuuta... ever since I first laid my eyes on you I knew you were the one.” the knight blushed faintly as he spoke, not once looking away from the priest.
“You talk too much~” was Yuuta’s short reply as he pressed his lips against Eiskander’s again.
“Where is it… where is it!” Eiskander muttered softly to himself as he shook his futon upside down. After failing to find it in his bedding Eiskander tossed it aside and turned to face his dressers. Drawer after drawer was removed and upended with the contents shifted through to no avail. He was...