Episode 27

"Lord Sirius. Lord Kornelio has left for the search of Lucian Von Stein and Axel Montgomery." One of the senior, balding butlers announced. "Thank you for reporting it, you may now go." With a wave of hand, the butler was dismissed. Sirius currently had his now newly dyed, jet black hair in a low ponytail. His bangs barely over his eyes, and two long strands of hair cupping his face.

He was wearing a white oversized line shirt with a pair of blue bell bottom trousers. His feet covered in the finest white cotton socks and a pair of black loafers cupping his feet. He was wearing three long earrings on one side and he left the other side bare. His neck was covered in gold jewellery. His wrist lathered in gold too. A half full glass of wine rested in his palm as he absently stared out the window.

A beautiful view of the purplish, orange sunset sky. The vast meadow is decorated with the finest flowers Maneerla could offer. However, none could compare to the singular flower who sat in the middle of the tall grass. Their white hair tucked behind one ear. Their tan sky glowing under the sunlight. Lilac eyes brighter than the moon ready to take its role for the night. Plump lips, better than any delectable one he ever laid his own lips on. Silky legs finer than any silk that's touched his body. A singular book on the laps, lips curled into a soft smile. A large jumper covering their legs to their knees.

"Zohar."

A murmur that held longing. Longing he knew wouldn't be quenched. Starving for a touch, starvation he knew wouldn't be eased. When did he start feeling like this? He honestly couldn't tell you.

It was love. That much he knew for sure.

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Zohar gently turned the pages of the romance novel he was reading. A smile on his lips and peace portrayed by his features. He was content and happy. Being through the tunnel of hell, he finally saw the light at the tunnel at the end. Lyon. He was certain it wasn't love but like. A mutual attraction was there between the two. Maybe it could grow into something bigger one day.

He enjoyed the shy kisses that turned deep and passionate. The hush whispers between them when they are wrapped under the duvet. The smiles they threw at each other when sharing glances. The way they joked around and had philosophical conversations, all in the span of 5 minutes.

It was heavenly. It was the break he needed from the shit he had been through since he had arrived in this hell hole. His eyes catched a glimpse of white wings, his slender finger instinctively pointing out. A small butterfly landed on it. With gentle eyes, he examined it. Then it flew away.

Darkness.

That was all he could see. Warmth spread through his upper face as a pair of large, soft hands covered his eyes. "Guess who?" A playful, kind voice question. "The mailman." Zohar jokingly answered back. "Nope. Guess again." Zohar let out a full blown laugh before exclaiming, "Cilio." The said male took a seat beside his brother, a book now present in his hands.

"What a fine evening." Cilio voiced out, a pleasant smile on his freckled face. "Indeed," the younger replied. "A fine time to read and enjoy the breeze." He continued, happily. Then comfortable silence fell upon them. They had plenty of time to catch up, but right now, a good book had all their attention.