The Tears of a Prince

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John felt really uncomfortable. All of his wounds had healed by now but his clothes were still bloody and smelly. He couldn't sit anywhere scared that he would mess up the expensive furniture so while Lun had disappeared somewhere in a rush he had to simply pace back and forth in the living room until someone gave him enough attention so he could ask them what was he supposed to do now. Many servants passed by the hallway outside, men or women but none of them even turned their heads to look at him. That and the fact that they all looked extremely snobbish scared the young man. 

He sighed as he traced the little red lines that one of Lun's paintings had. It was abstract, John had no idea who had painted it but it was definitely something. The vibrant red, the golden slashes and the black background. Just with random colors the man could feel something, it was upsetting him though so he averted his gaze. 

He had seen Soran take his boss upstairs while he slept. He would be lying to himself if he said that didn't sting a bit. It wasn't exactly jealousy, at least not the bad kind when you wish horrible things to happen to the person, it was simply that Soran had drawn the werewolf's attention from the first moment he had seen him. It was obvious he had no chance, someone like him with the kind of person that Soran was. He had decided from the first second he was simply going to watch him from afar, that was why he had never expressed any interest, not even to himself, feeding his mind with little lies all this time. It was a crush, a simple crush, he reminded himself with a silly smile when he heard footsteps. 

They were coming from right above him, the second floor and he stared up, following the sound with his keen hearing. Someone was getting down the stairs and that someone seemed restless just from his footsteps. The man stormed inside the living room like a typhoon, not even noticing John and rushed towards the coffee table. He grabbed it with his hands and as if it was a sheet of paper he flipped it over angrily. He exhaled and then inhaled, pushing his snow white haired back as he breathed in heavily.

"Umm…" John hummed and the unaware man flinched. He turned around and locked eyes with him. The werewolf seemed  innocent, so small in front of him, staring at the vampire with deer like eyes. Even though he was tattooed and dressed in black standing in front of Soran he felt as if he was standing in front of some giant. Obviously the difference wasn't that big in reality but still in John's mind it was being processed by this.

"Oh." Soran said, blinking a few times. 

They shared a few seconds of very awkward silence and the vampire frowned, unable to think of something to say. 

"I knew it was too good to be true." John whispered, voicing his thoughts out loud without realizing it.

"Excuse me?" Soran asked, not really getting the meaning of his words and the young man raised his hands up in defense. 

"I...I didn't mean it in a bad way. Sorry, it's just that from the first moment you had this really calm and peaceful aura it looked as if nothing would make you mad." John said. Soran's eyes changed fast, he didn't look that mad anymore. He actually seemed curious, a small smile barely visible on his face. 

"I come off as calm?" he asked.

"Yes, very calm. Turtle calm." John said immediately feeling embarrassed with how he phrased that. He sounded like a child.

"Wow, that's the first time I heard that...description. Well, you were wrong. I am not really a calm person, I've just learned to pretend." he told him, not at all ashamed of the fact that he wore a perfect mask. He plopped on the couch, staring at the flipped table and looked at John. "Do you think I will be in trouble?"

"From Lun? He has money." John said and Soran smiled at him. He liked his answer. He didn't know why but that smile almost felt like a praise. 

"Why aren't you sitting?" Soran asked him.

"My clothes are dirty, I don't want to ruin the couch." he said and Soran giggled.

"Sit, share some of the blame with me" he told him and patted the space on the couch right next to him. If John could have ran there to even gain a few seconds he would have but he chose to keep the little decency he had left and walked slowly as if he didn't really care and sat as far as he could. 

"Can I ask you something?" John said and Soran raised his eyebrow. 

"What?" 

"Why do you say that you have to pretend?" 

"Because I...hmm, how do I explain this to a newbie like you." he said and for a second he looked as if he was thinking really hard about his answer. "I was raised in the same place as Kai. That place did not really allow showing improper emotions." he explained.

"That sounds tough." John mumbled, trying to think how he would have reacted if he had to follow such a rule. He shook his head negatively, overtaken by his own thoughts. "Yeah, I could never do that." 

"That's good. It means that you're an honest person." Soran said with a smile. 

"Who flipped over my table!" Lun's voice was heard as he stood at the door frame with wide eyes, staring at the coffee table that was upside down. None of the two men managed to answer. The master of the house had been called by one of his servants. A young girl with blonde hair and freckles approached Lun while she held a red envelope in his hands. 

"Sir, a letter has arrived." she announced. 

"From whom?" Lun asked her, curious as to who would send him a letter in this day and age. 

"From the Avger family." she answered and Lun frowned. He grabbed the letter, recognising the family insignia of a  black rose in the wax seal and opened it, reading in a hurry it's interior. 

"This is the last thing I need right now!" he said angrily as he crumbled the expensive paper and threw it on the floor. 

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