The Fine Line Between Love and Hate (w/ Blooming B

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"Hey! Y-You're awake! It's been ages, like, at least an hour." Cobie gushed, his arm currently in the sling Jakob had fetched for him, and sat close to the bed in an expectantly expensive armchair, flopped in against the cushions until spotting his brother awake in suspicious and panicked fashion. "Relax, you're alright. Guess who saved you? I'm not sure if you remember, you fainted pretty quick," he said softly, eyeing the bruise along his brother's forehead from when he had fallen.

"Jakob actually carried you here, Folie! A-And we're in his bedroom," he gushed, having tried to convince the Prince that any of the spare rooms would have been fine, but he had declined that very notion, preferring to place Folie in his own genuine bedroom just to be able to know where he was, and so he could monitor him, as he had up until five minutes prior - he had had to go see to his father about some meeting, from what Cobie had gathered. "...We shouldn't be here, Mommy will go mad," he babbled as he nervously picked at the fabric of his sling, his eyes flickering around the room that was probably as large as the top floor of their house, in truth. "Let's just go, okay? Now, before Jakob comes back. It's too... risky, ah..."​
 
Inhaling sharply, the boy really and dinally took in the bedroom. He was laying in the bedroom of a prince- and not any prince, but the very prince he had fallen for. His entire face grew red in just the fact, unable to stop thinking about having the man besides him sharing the space. Physically shaking the image away, he buried his face in his hands with a soft whine... that is, until remembering his brother's arm. Things like bruises and whatnot weren't things he could mess with, there was no need to, but a broken bone was SERIOUS.

Taking his time to climb out of the large bed, he hurried to Cobie like wanted to before; hands out, ready to work their magic. "Do... Do we have to go so quickly? I mean, he took us here, it would be disrespectful to just sneak out. They might think we stole something and cause trouble! I-I don't think we should just sneak out of here. We should wait til he gets back, explain that we're fine, and continue on our merry way."
 
Wiggling his fingers once feeling the bones fuse back and the pain subside, he did keep the sling on just for appearances in case Jakob arrived back and saw his hand miraculously healed. Sighing at the other's hurried response, he couldn't help but to be uncharacteristically stern with him. He shared the same opinions concerning humans, in that he felt they were nicer than his family claimed, and would be happy to interact with them on a friendship level , and lusting after certain men he found cute was alright - but he differed with Folie too. His mother's words had a greater impact, in that relationships were entirely out of the question, and living amongst them was totally wrong. What if they found out what he was? He'd be killed without haste.

And Folie didn't quite seem to realise that. He was willing to live in Saewen purely over some Prince who Cobie didn't doubt was kind, but would probably slay them on the spot if he knew what they were.

"We're going now. ell, I-I'm going. You can choose to come with me, o-or stay lusting after the Prince," he challenged quietly, knowing that his brother would follow... or perhaps he had greatly underestimated just how much Folie had thought about the Prince. "...Well?"​
 
A part of him was ready to protest and whine in response. He wanted to do something adventurous for once in his life! Plus, to him, he had a good point- it would be suspicious of they just left without a thank you. His internal struggle was pretty obvious from the knitted brow and the quiver of his lip.

That being said, he knew it was stupid. He knew that wanting to spend time with the one person he wanted would never really happen. He understood this, like any logical wyvern in hiding would. Wiping a few tears of disappointment away, he replied to his twin with a quick nod.
 
"Don't get u-upset. I'm trying to protect you! You'd do something and he'd find it suspicious a-and... and we can't risk it, okay? Or... Or Mom and everyone might get killed. As nice as Jakob is, h-he's a human who... who really doesn't like us," he babbled, almost having second thoughts at the mere sight of his twin, his best friend in tears... though he managed to remain stern, however hard it was when he saw his twin in this state.

"You... can find a-a better boyfriend and husband when we're back in our kingdom, right? Mommy could easily hook us up with some lovely guys who own a lot of land and money and can care for us," he whispered with a forced smile. He enjoyed the idea of being someone, but he didn't exactly see the appeal of having to be married to someone who was of the upperclass. Perhaps that was why he liked so many guys in Saewen. None of the men he tended to like were particularly rich. In fact, the Benji man was a farmer's son, and the appeal and slight rebellion of fancying him was appealing. The same couldn't be said for Folie apparently, whose attractions were settled on the Prince. "...Let's go, okay? You shouldn't fancy him, it's silly..."​
 
"But, Cobie... I-I really don't think we'll ever go home. It's been fifteen years, right? I know that's nothing to the others, but its our entire life! I, well... You've made friends here, and... you're right, okay? It WOULD be better to have feelings back in our old kingdom, but I don't ever see our father taking us back in. And, we're too far away to hear if he's died to take a spot in time. For all we know, someone else is king and we're doomed to be banished. I'm sorry I'm a pessimist, but it's not fair to pick and choose what to be realistic about."

Once belting out what he felt was a speech, and what his brother might just see as a mere conversation, he pursed his lips. He wasn't the type to speam out, unless it was Cobie. So being in a room alone wjth the other was the perfect opportunity to do so
 
"You're right. You are a pessimist," he sighed heavily, fiddling anxiously with his hair as a form of distraction from the other's words. Deep down, he did completely understand that going home was a very slim dream to hold onto, at least being welcomed back without the fear of death. Sure, he had hundreds of years, but waiting all that time would be hell. He may not remember his kingdom all that much, if at all, but the thought of being able to switch forms at ease if he wanted to, and find a mate and do the whole family thing... that was all he really wanted.

He was sixteen, but that was the age he felt he should really settle down, at least by wyvern standards. His brother, however, didn't exactly hold the same ideals concerning their home. He clearly though this human land more of a home, and was prepared to stay purely to lust after the human Prince. He was being a realist, Cobie understood that, but... it was a tad annoying.

"Honestly, Folie, w-we need to hold onto the thought of going home! This is not home," he snapped, his undercurrent of anger reaching the surface finally. "This... This is basically enemy land."​
 
"I know," He whispered, searching for his clothes once onto his feet. "I get it. It's stupid of me to think that living here any longer than we had to was optimal but... I'm scared to go home, okay? At least here I know I could have the upper hand if I wanted to. There, I'm just a pathetic kid. Not only that, but... others of our kind are deceitful."
 
"Don't say that! N-Not all are deceitful!" He suddenly squeaked, taking that as a direct insult to their own kind. In his mind, no matter what, they ought to defend wyverns and the kind, not openly insult all of them. "Honestly F-Folie, Mom would hate you saying that. You... You need to stop it, a-and defend us."

Tugging on his jacket, his happy demeanour was taking hit after hit at the moment, resulting in him being less than cheery and sullenly silent. If he had nothing nice to say, it was often best to simply say nothing at all, particularly when his brother was hardly going to really listen. "...I'm gonna take a bar of soap from the bathroom as a memento," he suddenly whispered, darting into the en suite. He would never dream of stealing, but it was just a bar of soap, wasn't it? What did it actually matter? "Jeez, it's huge in here... come see~"​
 
Hurrying behind him warily, he peered over his shoulder curiously. They lived in such a packed place that just looking at the castle from afar caused his heart to flutter. But to be in the castle itself, staring into the grandiose bathroom filled with fresh picked flowers and a fucking chandelier, it really did hit him how small their home was. Clearing his throat, Folie gently moved to tug Cobie back with wide eyes.

"This isn't a good idea, Cobie! If... They knew you stole something, they'd pick us out and get mad at us. We should just leave, if we're going to... If you want to leave without anyone seeing us, we should just leave without any sign. Mom would be mad if she knew we were stealing anyway..."
 
"...No. No, I'm taking a little memento. I-I like the idea of being a tad rebellious, I'm always the silly goody-two-shoes, Folie. I want to live life a little more," he murmured, though the very premise had him suddenly in loud giggles - most his age would assume rebellion to be going out smoking or drinking; not stealing a bar of soap. "I'm such a sad case," he laughed weakly, pocketing the soap after a few moments of contemplation. It was worth the risk, and despite not being awfully rebellious, it was still something.

"Now we can go, okay? We'll go to school," he decided firmly, wanting to at least show his face for one reason. His brother had seen his crush for the day; he wanted to go and see Benji, perhaps build enough confidence to talk to the older boy. He wouldn't dare to before, but now he decided he could try. Even if he knew his mother wouldn't want the interaction, what she didn't know couldn't hurt her.​
 
"You're mad...." Whispered the twin, gripping the straps of his bag tight as he watched the other dare to snatch the soap. "I at least want to say goodbye to Jakob. I mean, he helped us both, didn't he? We can't just leave without thanking him. T-That's disrespectful! Let's just ask a servant where he is, thank him, then leave and act as if nothing happened."

Of course, as he spoke, he had completely ignored the fact that he would most likely pass out again from the man's presence. To Folie, he was a walking image of perfect; strong, kind, and respectful. He may be a loser to the humans around him, and he definitely took on that feeling (despite being a creature that could literally destroy anyone that tried to mess with him or his family), he still felt weak kneed by the prince. Hiding his cheeks with his hand knit scarf, thanks to one of his many sisters, he lightly nudged Cobie along to at least leave the bathroom
 
"I f-fucking told you, I'm not going to see your s-stupid crush again!" He suddenly squeaked, mostly provoked by the 'mad' comment, because he really opposed that, and especially when his own twin was declaring it. Hence the outburst seldom seen from the usually painfully anxious boy. "W-We can't have crushes, okay? It's not right, a-and... and it's such a waste of time. For one thing, he's a filthy human, a-and for another, he'd never like you. I don't wanna be mean, but he's a Prince. You're a wyvern. It's wrong, okay? I-It's wrong. We... We should just avoid crushes, and then go home when we can, 'cause it's gonna happen. Don't you see how dangerous it is to be here? We should leave right now."

Snatching his hand tight, he proceeded to lead him with haste. He didn't mean to sound bitter, but a small part of him, a very small, dark part was worried that a relationship could blossom. Jakob was a nice guy, and while he did realise a great part of why he had got involved to help was because he was a decent person, there could be attraction between them for all Cobie knew. He didn't know what went on in the Prince's head. And while he wanted nothing more than for his brother to be happy, it wasn't wise for him to be with a human...

And more than that, Cobie knew he'd be furiously jealous if someone occurred. He may not fancy Jakob to the point of fainting in front of him, but hell, he found him cute enough. He just had the strength to know that a crush on a Prince, a human Prince, was idiotic. At least his main crush was some nobody at school.​
 
Staring at his brother in shock, Folie reluctantly shut up when he was tugged forward. Completely and utterly shocked, he was literally speechless, knowing that his twin had never yelled at him, let alone swear while doing. Cobir was cute and just the right mix of outgoing and shy- this was just... Well, SCARY for Folie.

It wasn't until he fully processed the fact that his own flesh and blood was being so rude that he squeaked ouut a, "Cobie?! Why are you being so rude?! I just want to thank the person who... Who helped us, why is that so wrong?! There's no other reason!"

Though when the words came out, the wyvern grew quiet at how desperate he sounded. But... he had a point, right?!
 
"B-Because! If he was some normal person, it'd be okay! Not the PRINCE, Folie! Y-You're acting idiotic, seriously-- I'll tell Mom about this, I swear. She'll s-say the same as me," he huffed, though by telling his mother, he was going to get himself in trouble by allowing them to stay in the castle for all that time in the first place, or for even accepting help from a human. She was that paranoid...

"You... really like him, don't you?" He sighed, spinning on his heels to stare at his twin warily, not wanting to waste time talking while in the castle but it didn't seem like he had much of a chance. "I... I know you know it couldn't work and h-he's... he'll marry some Princess a--"

"Who's going to marry a Princess? Are you talking about me? My ears should be burning, hm?" Jakob suddenly smiled, appearing from out of the corridor with a tray in hand, placing it down at the sight of the twins, particularly Folie once now noticing he was awake. "Ah, so you're off then, are you?" He said softly in the upperclass accent - something he did feel separated him from fitting in properly with his friends in the village, but he could hardly change his voice. "...Did you want me to escort you both? I wouldn't want you slipping again, or you fainting, Folie-- it is Folie, isn't it? It's a unique name. I rather like it."​
 
And almost instantly did said twin burst into a fit of flustered stammers and heated cheeks, though he managed to at least keep himself steady enough to keep from passing out. Twiddling his thumbs in a rather cute, but completely embarrassing sight, he had to avoid the prince's eyes for his own sake. "I-I-I, um... I... T-Thank... T-Thank you, Prince Jakob. Aha, uh... W-We... W-We were on our way out, r-right Cobie?" Of course, his plan to act smooth and charismatic like his brother failed miserably, and his need to have a formal goodbye was cut short from his lame display. Taking a step back, he pressed against his brother in an attempt to block the taunts and laughs from either one.
 
"You don't have to call me 'Prince' at all, I do oppose that. I want to be treated as normally as possible. It annoys Father, but I suppose that makes it all the more amusing," he snorted to himself, his half-smile developing into a full one as he observed the other's evidently cute, nervous display. "Hey, you don't have to stammer, I'm not a scary guy. Contrary to what appearance may dictate, I'm sort of like a teddy bear, I suppose--"

"We have to go." Cobie blurted, caring very little about the rudeness as he pulled irritably on his brother. He may have been all for being nice to humans, but after the speech he had given his twin, it had enabled him to stumble onto an epiphany. All humans, royal or not, were basic filth. No matter how kind or cute...​
 
He began to let out fits of uncomfortable laughter from the tense situation, unable to really stop when it started. Once he started to recover, he had been trying learn how to appropriately react to certain situations, and laughing was what he thought was right. Though when he notice it went on for too long, he only grew more shy and embarrassed to the point where his entire face was hidden within his large scarf. "I-I, um... s-sorry, aha... Jako-"

When he felt the rather harsh tug on his arm once again, he had mixed feelings- for one, he was thankful to be tugged away from such an awkward scene. But on the other hand, he still felt like he had a change to really impress or earn attention from the prince. Yes, Cobie probably thought he was a lost cause in the smooth department, but he could always dream right? Before he was fully tugged from the hallway, he managed to get enough courage to speak to the human once more. "I-I hope to see you again!"
 
"You really are such a... I dunno! You're really embarrassing," he snorted, peering at his twin once thankfully out of the castle. He had realised that Jakob had seemed a little taken aback by his own bluntness, but in a way, as long as he remained liking Folie, that was fine. In a way, there were contradictory intentions going on for the elder of the two. On one hand, he wanted his brother to stay clear of humans, particularly the royal, and just focus on getting on with things in order to live up to what their family expected of them.

And then again, having been raised practically around humans, he himself knew that it wasn't as easy to dislike them as it was for the others in the family, and he did just want his brother happy. So while he knew dating was out of the question, he did still want Jakob to like Folie-- and if he had to make himself seem like a horrible person, the bad twin, then he was willing to do that. Hence the rudeness. It was all to try and have his brother be seen as the nicer one. And while he was, his social awkwardness didn't help things much in the smooth delivery department.

"I bet he finds it adorable, though," he tried to reassure, gripping his hand tightly to avoid slipping again. "I want you happy, and... and I guess if you did befriend him in secret, then that's okay..."​
 
Once onto the chilled street did Folie's cheeks stain with tears. He knew the whole scene was more than uncomfortable, and it was because of HIM. He hadn't laughed at the right time, or reacted peoperly, and now? Jakob probably saw him as a freak. Dabbing his eyes quickly with his scarf, the added initial words from his brother only caused him to spill mkre tears, even if they were only said to help Folie. Peering through the holes in his scarf to hide his sheet embarrassment and sudden drop in self esteem, he replied to the comment wkth a simple shrug. He didn't want to worry his twin, after all, so even if he was awful at hiding it, he still wanted to pretend that he was fine

Of course, the cute comment DID earn a small- though strained- smile from the younger twin. He knew that the scene wasn't funny or cute at all, it was just an uncomfortable mess from a hopeful loser, though the slim chance the Prince though it was cute was at least somewhat reassuring. Pressing into Cobie's side, he cleared his through from the thickness that often came with his crying. "Do you really think he'd think I was cute? I think I looked like a weirdo..."
 
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