Growing pains
Yurio
Had it not been for Victors insistence, Yurio would not have been stuck with babysitting duty. Though for all his grievances, he could only be happy with his duty. Watching the little god grow had become a rather pleasant experience for yurio. Soon Yuuri was able to speak in full sentences, his questions never ceasing upon the fae. Patiently he would answer question after question, trying his best to educate the little god. Often he asked about his Vii-chan When Yurio had told him that Victor was banned from his home, Yuuri had cried for days, black pods sprouting, larvae like from the ground, nearly engulfing the child in the manifestation of his own sadness. The small parasites gnawing at his tender flesh. When they’d first appeared Yurio had panicked, snatching the child away from the offensive creatures, though only upon comforting him did the demons fade. After that day he was always quick to comfort Yuuri for fear of his safety, though there was no greater comfort to him than the gift upon which Victor bestowed. Yuuri was entranced by the light of it, the way its petals moved and danced as did birds in flight, soaring and circling in an ever more graceful dance, no move as astounding as the next.
Like this the years began to pass, the small god now matched Yurio’s age, his hair grew long and black as pitch. He grew tall, his body toned from the yers playing among the forest, constantly trying to catch up to Yurio as he flew. Yurio found he could no longer ignore the physicality of the diety, warmth blooming in his chest at the sound of his laugh, at the way he’d smile so full of life and joy. Despite his growing affections, yurio knew he must refrain from actions. Though they may be the same age now, Yuuri would continue to age as he would not. Fae do not age as others of the realm, twenty years of man would only age fae one. Even though Yuuri himself would one day cease to age as Victor had, it would take Yurio a millennia to catch up to the God physically and in any case, yurio would one day die and his heart strained at the thought of saddling Yuuri with heartbreak.
“what about Otabek?” Yuuri posed, a smirk dancing lightly upon his lips “ He’s handsome “
“No…I mean, yeah, he’s handsome, but..” Yurio’s chees flushed as he struggled to avert his eyes from his shirtless counterpart, feet dangling in the cool river.
“Well then what about Yuuko? “
“Yuuko? Gods no she’s got to be a thousand years old.”
Yuuri’s laugh boomed over the forest, his joy radiating stronger than any light of Victors. Though it is a long time off, Yurio began to dread the day the god chose to once again meet Victor, for yuuri to feel the pain of his death upon their meeting. Despite Yuuri’s newfound life, he was absent of his past memories. The young god having no recollection of his death or past life, was left to the mercy and kindness of his subjects words and stories.
“Fine be lonely then”
“ I’m not lonely…I have You.” Yurio was scarcely able to finish his sentence before being dragged into the water. “Ah Yuuri!” Playfully the two wrestled, Yurio managing to pull the other into the air before once again dropping into the rivers cool waters. Like this they splashed back and forth for hours. Exhausted they both lay at the banks edge, Yurio braiding flowers into Yuuri’s long raven hair.
“Yurio, why do the whisps not let me go to your kingdom?” The god inquired, caramel eyes peering into me.
Despite their dark color, yurio swore he could sometimes see stars in his eyes, dancing along with the constellations upon his pale cheeks. “Because of how you died. They fear for you. You’re still so young to them…”
“No one will tell me anything of my past life except that ‘I was a good ruler’ If I died why am I still here?”
“They don’t want you to bear that pain again. Besides you can still do your job without your memories.” Finishing the braid, Yurio carefully placed the circlet of stars back upon Yuuri’s brow. “There. Now I’m starving wanna get some food?”
“Yurio, stop changing the subject. I want to go see what’s outside the forest. I’m old enough to go. “
“Gods Yuuri, I know you’re old enough…Fine -fine there’s a spring festival tomorrow evening. It’s in the meadows, so it’s away from the city…Yuuko shouldn’t object to that. I’ll come get you before it starts, okay”
“Thank you yurio!!”yuuri threw his arms around the fae, nearly crushing him in the tight embrace” yurio’s cheeks flushed at the proximity to him.
“G-get going so you can ask y-Yuuko. I’ll meet you here tomorrow, okay?”
“deal!” The young god ran off in a flurry of excitement, leaving behind an equally dazed and confused Yurio. Walking home, only thoughts of Yuuri filled his mind. He was now determined to make it a happy day for yuuri, though his heart sank at the thought of him meeting Victor. After all, Yuuri was now old enough to defy the whisps and speak to him if he wished, fear clutched at his being. For all the love he carried for yuuri, he knew that Victor would be just as taken with him, though Victor would only have to wait years for Yuuri to catch up to him physically, whereas Yuuri would have to wait millennium for the young fae. Its not fair. Yurio thought, the sentence reverberating through his head like the waves of the ocean beating into the shore, relentlessly, ceaselessly until it had overtaken and overcome his thoughts. All he could do was do his best to ensure that Yuuri and Victor never met. At least if he could keep the two apart for as long as possible…Then he might stand a chance of ensuring Yuuri to himself, atleast for a few years. At least until yuuri grew tired of waiting for him to catch up. At least until Yurio could no longer bear the guilt of forcing Yuuri to watch him age all the while Yuuri remained young.
No...No I can’t do that to him. He thought, his mind at war between what is right and what his heart longs for. Dreams do not usually find the fae, though tonight Yuuri had gifted him a happy one, allowing the dream to take any form Yurio’s heart so desired.
Together the two were standing in a meadow, long grass rippling as the tide, swallowed by wind the two walked Yuuri’s hand tightly grasped by his counter. The god was squinting, despite his nocturnal habits, he’d gone out in the middle of the day, his eyes not yet used to the sun he blindly followed yurio. Stumbling the god fell upon the fae, and he, unable to help himself found himself kissing the deity, soft lips meeting another, Yurio’s exploring the others body, his neck, collarbones.-
When the first light of dawn came pouring in, Yurio woke with a start. Had his feelings for yuuri truly become so potent that he were to come to lust? Breathing heavily, cheeks flushed from the memory of the dream still ever too present in his mind, he desperately tried to push them away. Instead he shifted his focus to the day ahead. After all, he had promised to make it the best festival for Yuuri. A smile adorned his face, all too eager for the night to arrive.