so maybe it was all meant to be, Huo "Casimir" Xue Yi
Abandonment wasn’t something that Casimir Huo often thought about during his time with the Veil- er, it was, but not in the same light as he once viewed it when he was a child.
As a child, Casimir was left alone, thrown to the government of Arcadia by parents who either didn’t want him to begin with, anymore, or wanted their son to thrive under the propaganda run city-state. Although the officials of Arcadia always proclaimed the latter of the three, deep down, even the child in Casimir knew that was a lie of protection for his own small body of big feelings. His parents didn’t want him- either anymore or to begin with didn’t matter to Casimir. His parents didn’t want him anymore. He was abandoned as a child, considered to be an orphan, despite believing that both of his parents were alive and well. Somewhere- he would never know, since he had never seen their faces before. (Although the boy thought that perhaps he would have inherited their genes, strong and distinct.)
His parents were Casimir’s first abandonment.
His second came in the form of emotional abandonment- by the very caretakers who used to let him grow and thrive. By those who raised him from boy to man, but eventually let their grasp on him go when he was struggling the hardest. When his power and status began to fall within the experiment and his health began to fail, it seemed like no one cared any longer. No one batted an eye in his direction or offered him the help he needed.
And under the burden of competition, he couldn’t seek the comfort of the very three who grew up with him.
Perhaps his third abandonment came then. When he began to distance himself from those he cherished and loved. When the attention no longer seemed as enticing as it once was. Or maybe his inner child began to abandon him. Fading away into the darkness as the years continued to pass, war waged both physically and mentally on his mind and body.
But perhaps the last abandonment wasn’t one made against him.
But rather, Casimir chose to abandon the one thing that he thought would mean the most in the world.
He abandoned the only home he’d ever known.
Joined the organization that wanted to oust the only home he’d ever known.
But in place of this sense of abandonment- Casimir reunited with the one man who he never thought would become his home.
‘Course, they grew up together, Casimir had always trusted his best friend with his life.
But leaving everything he’d ever known hadn’t been easy.
Knowing what he’d known hadn’t been easy. But leaving was even harder than.
How could his parents leave him all alone?
Did they not feel the sorrow he felt when he abandoned everyone?
Did his caretakers not care either?
They were questions that would haunt Casimir for months- perhaps even a year, after packing his belongings.
I haven’t stopped thinking about you today. I couldn’t stop thinking about you today.
I miss you.
I miss our summers together, spent running through the tall, grassy meadow just behind your house. I miss your laugh and your pretty hair and the way it’s so easy for me to turn you pink.
I always said that the rosy hue looked pretty, sitting high on your cheekbones. I never lied about that. And it’s true, but I miss it now. Kinda wish I could fluster you again, you know… make you question some of your choices- but in a good way, of course.
I miss your horribly accented Danish, the way you pronounce some of the words is my favorite. Even though it makes me laugh and I tease you for it. You know I mean well with it, right?
But either way, you haven’t stopped running through my mind today.
Even through the drills we practiced with and the rehearsals for the big day, the only thought that seemed to bounce around in my head is the thought of you. The idea that soon- very soon, I’d be on my way to that wretched school of yours. Hogwarts. The school for losers. But at least you would be there.
I’m not sure I would have wanted to go on this “field trip” if not for you, you know.
Life would have been easier if you just decided to man up and transfer to Durmstrang, too. It would be lots of fun. We could definitely rule the school, I wouldn’t even doubt it for a second.
But anyway- you know, writing letters isn’t exactly my forte and we both know my penmanship isn’t strong by any means. But allowing my thoughts to bleed onto the paper in dark inks, I find, helps me with missing you.
Do you feel closer, when you write?
I mean, I know I don’t sound nearly as sophisticated or eloquent. But I don’t mean to be.
Unfortunately for you, you only get to experience the raw, unpolished version of me.
But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. The same way I enjoy thinking about your presence, thinking about when the next time we could meet face to face is.
Is it weird to say I miss your warmth? Well, I do. I miss your voice and the way you complain, to be honest.
You definitely should have transferred to Durmstrang.
Anyway, I hope this letter finds you well, I’ll have another one coming, that isn’t so hastily thrown together. I know this sounds rushed- I promise the only thing rushing is the plagued thought that we have more months before the summers arrive again.
The endings in your letters always makes me wanna puke with how mushy it is <3. But nonetheless, I wish you well all the same.
I love you.
Jun Song.
(p.s don’t throw your opportunities away for me, we have all the time in the world to spend together!)
(p.s again, I do in fact keep your letters. You can’t stop me 😊)
whatever i have, i’m glad you’re one of them, Bae “Nohea” Jaehyun
Soft pads brush against Nohea’s bottom lip as his eyes trained, sparkly and longing, up through his bleach blonde locks at another boy who seemed to be the center of his entire world in this heartbeat. His hair is messy and unkempt, having just woken up from a bedhead-worthy nap and his baggy tee shirt barely hangs off his deceivingly thin shoulders. He’s more filled out than he looks from a distance; his love for oversized clothing and material that doesn’t cling to his frame certainly didn’t help much either. Hidden below the duvets, he wore nothing but some pair of Calvin Klein boxers into bed, the silky sheets brushing tenderly against his inner thigh when he sits up a little farther on his ass.
The other boy, just slightly older than he, had just roused Nohea awake for a meal, warm and prepared by himself and one of their mutual friends. And although Nohea could smell the decadence that wafted through the heavy door of his living quarters, the blonde haired boy finds himself much more attracted to something else.
The dark orbs that were like pools of dark chocolate, warm and inviting. They swirled and regarded Nohea so respectfully, so dotingly, that he couldn’t help but be drawn; even in his sleep-ridden state.
But that wasn’t what caught his attention at the moment- er, a lie; it was partially the reason, perhaps, but there was something else.
Worry.
Concern for something.
A turmoil that swam in those dark eyes, shielded by thick, pretty lashes. Something was happening- had happened, and his best friend wasn’t happy about it. More than anything, the look is what pulls any lingering grogginess away from Nohea’s mind; effectively sobering him up.
“What’s wrong?” The blonde boy mumbles quietly, equally gentle hands reaching up to hold his company’s wrist. But it only wrapped delicately around smooth, warm skin. As if afraid that the other boy could shatter like glass or disappear if he held on too firmly. “Did something happen while I was resting? Are the others okay? Maddox?” He murmurs in question, while bringing the other boy’s palm to his lips so that he could press soft affections against his warmth.
The other, with sable brown locks and those dark eyes full of chaotic thoughts that were evidently not so well hidden, shakes his head and lets his shoulder sigh. The other man allows Nohea to continue with his affections, too burdened by everything else to protest- or maybe he wouldn’t have protested at all, regardless.
“Just wanted to check on you, is all. There’s a lot going on right now.”
“I know there’s more than that.”
“Well, you’re not well- that’s one. But I guess you’re right. Arlen wrapped himself up with the authorities again-”
“Again?”
“-Again. Cypress is still locked away in isolation because of the last attempt-”
“As it is expected.”
“-Mhm.. Maddox is physically okay, but he’s mentally exhausted, you know? Worrying about all of us like the type of dude he is. But most of all- I miss you. I wish I knew what was making you so sick.”
Again, Nohea presses another kiss to his best friend’s palm. The sentiment makes him tingle, from the place where his lips made contact to the sable haired boy’s skin, to every end of his body; through his veins, down his spine.
“It’s just how it is, you know? Can’t change the hand that’s been dealt.”
“But I wish I could! I wish you were healthy enough to be active, again.”
