I Scored Myself A Mate

The summoning pens...oh god, ty though. Okay guys I see you, sorry for the wait I was a bit unwell.

Could it be his smile or the way his eyes lit up the moment their gazes met? Could it be how caring was his touch or how his laughter echoed like a hymn in the empty room? The way he held him, swiveled him around under the dim candlelight. The loud music of violins and the shadows on his handsome face as the candles trembled all around them. It could be all that and many more, the reasons why Ea had fallen in love with Ares. He couldn't count them nor he would say the same five or six or seven things every time. If someone would ask him his reasons always would be different because they were so many that it was impossible to keep a standard. 

His confidence, his honesty and his sass. His body and his soft hair, the sweetness of his kisses and the warmth he provided the small elf with. Again and again, second after second Ea would find out about something new, another small reason why the childish and spoiled Disee prince was actually the most adorable and caring person he had ever met. As if he had jumped out of the pages of a book Ea remembered clearly the first day he had met him. A dark crown on his raven colored hair and a dull expression as he scanned a room full of people. This was the official first time these two had met and Ea trembling filled with anxiety had tried to hide as to avoid him. 

The truth was though his eyes had always been following him. From his lazy posture on the throne and his father's scolding to his loud laughter while he drank wine with his friends Ares was a complete sight to behold. A true prince of darkness and as he had stepped out that night, in need of some air, standing underneath the star lit sky Ea realized that no one else fitted the darkness of the endless sky like him. No one could stand in between the stars and be as if he was at home. No one stood so proudly, obnoxiously almost, but at the same time looked so ethereal. 

Back then the small elf wished he could freeze time. Keep his figure in a frame on his mind and then carefully place it in the locker of his heart. Such beauty and pride, such cold and unwelcoming eyes and such a wide mystery that Ea couldn't help but be intrigued. He was scared though, young and cowardice and because of that he had lost time, because of misunderstandings and his lack of courage, because of Ares' childishness time slipped through their fingers like sand. Ea wasn't worried though, they were immortals, they had forever, infinity. Their days would never end and Ares' smile would keep accompanying him hour after hour. 

Time though is tricky and no one could reign on him. The threads of fate had a different story written for them and the certainty the small elf had been feeling shattered into million pieces while he watched his lover laid on the cold ground, brutally murdered. An end? Why had he never thought of that? An end with no goodbye, an end that simply left a bitter heart and the acidic aftertaste of a fight. There was no more time. Ea had used up all his time with Ares and suddenly, he felt completely empty, as if his heart had died along with him. There was no way his lover was dead, the man that had promised him forever could not have died, he couldn't have broken his word so easily. 

"Ea, Ea…" Someone whispered and the young elf woke up, panting and frantically looking around. He wasn't in his room and the one calling his name was Allias, staring at him with a cornered expression. 

"I…I just had a terrible nightmare." He said and wiped the sweat off his forehead. His whole body was drenched, his skin burning up while his mind was occupied with images of his nightmare, bright red and guts, wide open eyes and horror, pain. "Where is Ares? I need to speak with him." He said but Allias didn't answer him. 

Allias' eyes teared up and he grabbed his hand. He couldn't speak, he couldn't tell him that it wasn't just a nightmare. He couldn't reveal to him that his reality was not a dream, the horror was simply beginning. 

"No, there is no way…It was just a bad dream." Ea mumbled, his eyes overflowing with tears. He was reliving Ares' death and somehow he was sure he would go through this torture every day. Every morning when he would wake up and see his spot empty next to him. His death would simply be an endless cycle for him, again and again until he lost his mind. 

"I am sorry, I am so sorry Ea." Allias cried and hugged him tightly. He didn't know what to say, the small elf simply screamed again, everything repeating itself as he bowled his eyes out. He gripped on Allias' silk shirt as if he was begging for dear life. Someone please stop this pain please. He screamed in his head. 

"I can't breathe, I can't breathe…" Ea said while he pushed Allias away, panting. The king looked at him, pain written on the wrinkles of his face. "I…who…"

"We don't know." Allias said. "We don't know who did it Ea." He said and the small elf stopped moving. His eyes widened as he realized. Ares wasn't simply dead, he didn't die of old age, the prince had been murdered. Someone had gone into his room, holding that dagger and had brutally murdered him.

"Where is his body?" He asked, his face turning completely expressionless in an instant. 

"He is being kept in a special room. Theseus is talking with the gods for an official investigation we…" Allias explained. 

"There won't be any need for that." Ea said. "I am going to see. I am going to see who did it." He said and stood up. Allias stared at him in shock, unable to understand how he felt. He walked towards the door, his steps steady as he grabbed the doorknob and took a deep breath. His hands were shaking but still he didn't turn back. "I will see who did it and I will gut him alive." Ea said as he opened the door not daring to face the king.