Love and Deepspace | Jeremiah x MC / slow-burn / friends-to-lovers | Themes: angst, guilt, fluff, jealousy
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"Yellow Roses"
Jeremiah's never wanted anything of Xavier's. Now he does.
Jeremiah had never wanted anything of Xavier's. Not his crown, not his title, not his lineage. He wouldn't have wished the pain he'd gone through on anyone. Now for the first time he was wrestling with the fact that he wanted the one thing he probably shouldn't want the most: her.
Overcome with guilt, he felt like he couldn't look at himself in the mirror. He really should not have said anything that he’d said that night.
Should've let her go, not given in.
Now his heart felt like it was ripped open. Torn between two loves, two devotions. One to his closest friend, and the other to the woman he hadn’t realized that he was in love with for so, so long.
If he closed his eyes he could feel the brush of her fingertips where they'd gone through his hair, feel the ghost of her lips against his. It sent shivers down his neck. It was too much. Mostly, he couldn't believe it had come to this; he couldn't believe this is where his heart had gone – so deeply – away from his self control.
He thought of Lauren’s resting place. It stood as a memorial in his mind of the last time he left his emotions unchecked, and the last time he felt so strongly for anyone. But even that place was marked by her presence now, with the way she'd accompanied him and held him as his emotions spilled out.
In his mind he heard Lily's words to him that day, whispering that it was time to let her sister go.
‘This woman is good for you, Noh. I'm so proud of you.'
He couldn't believe he hadn't put things together by then.
As he arrived in front of her marked name plate, the sight of a fresh bouquet there stunned him. A beautiful little bouquet tied with brown paper and lace. The careful fashioning of it looked all too familiar. To the outside eye, it was a cute spring-like display of bright yellow roses and marigolds. To a florist who had studied for years the meanings, he knew exactly what he was looking at.
Yellow roses and marigolds means...
Jealousy.
He could only stare, wondering about who could have left them there, and why so strong a message? Briefly he wondered if maybe it was coincidental, but he knew that style because it was his. Only one person lately had learned it that way.
Oh.
For a while he sat, contemplating it. It took time to realize its full meaning, wondering how long she had wrestled with her jealousy, and then ruminated on his own. It was a little ironic.
It would remain the very big and real issue he'd have to deal with.
He picks up his phone and sends a dreaded message.
rlly wishing there was a funny way to say kin thats not kinnie bc the word kinnie makes me a bit uncomfy and i hate kinner even more </3 i just wanna a funny gay little fictionkin is that too much to ask (#0026)