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A shadowy figure moved quietly inside the home they had entered. Even though the owners were not home it did not hurt to be cautious.
They quietly moved from room to room, rummaging through drawers and jewelry boxes. Once they found what valuables they could they moved on to the silver candlesticks in the hallway. One of the windows had their curtains pulled back so the moonlight flooded in, revealing the figure to be Oliver dressed in black pants and boots with a white shirt and brown leather gloves, over his eyes was a black domino mask. He put the candlesticks in the satchel he carried with him, smirking.
However, the smirk fell once the light source was gone, the thief quickly turned around and saw what was blocking the moon.
It was a man, slightly taller than him, standing in his usual cloak and mask, glaring at the scene before him.
The cloaked man then lunged at Oliver and tried to punch him. The thief dodged and tried to strike the other with the silver candlestick. The Nightingale blocked with his arms and then kicked his legs out from underneath him. Before he could get up the masked man pinned him.
“You should just give up Arrow. We both know how this will turn out.” the masked figure’s voice sounded stern but there was a hint of melancholy to it.
“Oh I could but then I wouldn’t be able to play with you anymore.” The thief’s voice sounded haughty but the truth was in his words. This was the only way to get the man to notice him.
This beautiful creature would never give Oliver the time of day if the young heir was himself; no the only way he would notice him was if he was a rogue, a threat to the people.
“Is that what all of this is to you?! Just some game?!” Nightingale’s sounded angered and hurt. But it didn’t make sense why he would think of this as anything more than some game of cat and mouse. It couldn’t be that this hero was hoping there was something more to all of this.
‘ That is just wishful thinking, you fool.’ the thief just turned his head away.
“ Please do not look away from me, Oliver.” the usually cold voice was trembling with emotions, making Oliver whip his head forward and look at him with glistening eyes.
“ You know who I am.” now his voice was quaking. He couldn’t believe that Nightingale knew who he was all this time and never turned him in.
“Of course I did. Only a fool would not be able to recognize who those beautiful peridot eyes belonged to.” This caused the owner of said eyes to blush furiously.
The hero then removed the hood of their cloak and their mask to reveal his Eros. He smiled softly at the thief and began to lean down.
“ Truth be told, I actually thought this was the only way to even be near you. You are like the sun, radiant and glorious!” the smile began dropping, “ But sadly I know the tale of Icarus. I worried if I got to close you would reject me and I would be left falling into despair.”
“You foolish, foolish man! What would ever make you think I would cast you aside! I had fallen in love with you, the minute our eyes met! You are all that is good in this world and I crave to be near your side!” tears were streaming down his flushed cheeks.
Beau looked shocked and his cheeks turned slightly pink. Suddenly he smiled so widely and his eyes shone so bright. He embraced Oliver tightly.
"My beautiful little thief, my Adonis! I love you! I love you so, so much!"
His heart was bursting joy. His love was confessing to him; he felt the same.
"I love you too, my darling Eros, my romantic hero!"
The two lovers then sealed the affections with a kiss. Nothing could ruin this moment.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Oliver woke with a start, looked at the clock which read 6:30 am- looking that perfect wasn’t easy you know- and groaned.
He did his usual morning routine, though he skipped breakfast, thinking of the dream and trying to forget it.
‘I never should have gotten that book, just staring at the thing messed with my head.’
When he arrived at school he immediately headed to his locker. Just as he was opening the door, he heard a familiar laugh. It was soft like tinkling bells and could make anybody's day brighten just from hearing it.
He turned his head to the sweet sound and grinned, that is until he saw something he could only describe as horrifying.
There he was, his beautiful Beau, smiling and laughing with his theatrical nemesis Zee Zatana. She was moving her hands energetically with a bright smile, making Beau smile back and do equally enthusiastic hand signs. Oh no, Oliver would not allow this.
He rushed over to where the two were and put on a fake bright smile.
“ Zee, how lovely it is to see you!” he greeted with a sickly sweet tone.
“ Oh hi Oliver.” Zatara greeted back in a bored tone.
Beau turned around with a look of surprise on his face, though this became a smile very quickly as he greeted the actor.
“Hey Oliver! How are you today?”, The young archer felt like he would swoon just from hearing his love greet him so casually. However he had to get to the bottom of this little mystery.
“Hello Beau, I am doing fine today. So what are you two doing?” He replied.
“And why do you care?” the magician shot back.
“ That’s good to know. Me and Zee were just talking about a magic show she and her dad did recently. Some heckler got her father so worked up, he went on a two hour rant with Zatana trying to calm him down. I was saying how crazy it is because she is usually the one who gets upset about that sort of thing.”
“Talking?” the thespian was confused now.
“Yes me and Beau and I were talking, using sign language.” Zee cut in, putting her hand on the Frenchman's shoulder causing him to look at her.
“And you’re using sign language because?” He started to get nervous, he felt like he just screwed up.
This had the heroine completely shocked and angry.
“ Because Beau is deaf, you buffoon! Geez, some friend you are.” she glared at him, though Oliver was too mortified to fire back. How can he not realize that his darling Adonis was deaf.
“ Oh Zee it’s fine, I never told Oliver because I forgot to bring it up and my hair is always covering my hearing aids. Besides remember when we first met, you thought I was being rude until my parents had to explain it to you.” Beau rejoined.
This caused Zatara to turn away with a blush. However this caused Oliver to snap out of his guilt filled haze.
“ Wait, Wait, Wait! How long have you two known eachother?”
The magician just sighed, “ Since you’re not going to leave us alone until we tell you, we met when we were kids. Beau's family attended one of my dad’s magic shows, he wanted to stay and get an autograph and that’s when we met and the rest is history.”
“ We kept in contact through letters.” he added, trying to clear up any confusion.
Oliver just stood there shocked, his long time nemesis knew the love of his life. He just stood there staring into space making the two uncomfortable.
“ Well I’m, uh, gonna go. See you later Beau.” and with that Zee left.
“ See ya!”, Beau waved goodbye then turned back to the stunned archer.
“Hey, Um, Oliver I am really sorry about not telling you. It kinda slipped my mind. You’re not upset are you?”
“W-what?! No! I am not mad at all! It’s just-well-you-I...I’m sorry!” Oliver felt flustered.
“ It’s fine Ollie! You don’t have to apologize!” Beau smiled, then looked at the clock on the wall.
“Looks like classes are going to start, see you around Ollie!” and with that the two separated.
When the two split ways, the archer slapped his forehead with his palm and groaned. He looked completely ignorant; the fact that Zatana was there made it even worse. He should have asked more about Beau, how could he just completely forget to even talk about his french Adonis.
Meanwhile, Beau had realized he forgot the book that was assigned for his English class and rushed to get it. He so far had managed to skillfully dodge most of the students in the way of his destination.
‘Almost there! I’m almost there!’ he thought triumphantly.
However, this did not last long as he soon slammed full force into somebody.
“Argh!”
“Hey!”
Beau felt the wind get knocked out of him. He kneeled on the ground trying to catch his breath until he heard someone talking...well heard someone talking, though it sounded muffled, like his head was underwater.
‘Oh no! Where did they land!?’ he started looking all over for his hearing aids while the person was still trying to talk to him.
“ Excuse me! What the heck is your problem?!” The person was a male with dark yellow eyes and long brown hair. His outfit could only be described as classical prep with a sweater that matched his eyes.
Beau decided he should probably answer the man; this way he can ease the man's obvious anger and probably get some help with his current predicament. He turned around and looked at the prep- since then he would be able to see what the man is saying.
Yet when he looked at the man’s face he wasn’t talking, just staring at the young french man with wide and shining eyes. Now he was confused. The muffled sounds seemed like they were right near him, so how come this man suddenly stopped speaking.
He coughed awkwardly, “Um, hey. Sorry I didn’t respond to you sooner, it's just I’m trying to find my hearing aids.” as soon as he said that the boy was shaken from his trance.
“Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! Here let me help!” Before Beau could say anything, the young prep fell to his hands and knees and began searching.
Since he had intended to ask for help, Beau decided not to argue and joined him on the floor. He felt dread building up inside him. What if he couldn’t find them? He didn’t want to bother his fathers’ with getting him new ones.
Just as he was about to give up and face the fact they probably fell underneath something, he saw something light blue catch his eye. He made a dive underneath a nearby water fountaine and grabbed one of his hearing aids. He then clutched it to his chest like someone holding precious treasure. One down, one to go.
The bell had rung signaling he was late but he didn’t care he needed to find that hearing aid. He then was startled from his focus when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He raised his head and saw the other boy had a sad look on his face.
“What’s wrong?” Beau was worried what could suddenly upset his current ally.
“I found your other hearing aid.”
“That’s great! where is it?”
The prep pointed his thumb behind himself. This confused Beau who followed the appendage. When he saw what the other was gesturing to he immediately knew why he looked sad; I mean you would be too if the thing you needed was currently wedged deep underneath a vending machine.
‘It must have gotten kicked under there when people were rushing to class.’ he thought numbly. He felt overwhelmed, the one thing he dreaded happened.
Beau began to curl up, his head resting on his knees. He felt like he was going to cry but he tried to will down the tears. It felt ridiculous to cry over something like this.
Suddenly there was a quick tap on his shoulder. He uncurled and saw the prep with a warm smile on his face and something in his other hand.
“ My hearing aid!” the french man exclaimed in pure shock and joy. He quickly grabbed the other hearing aid then placed both of them in. He smiled at the man and hugged him tightly.
“ Merci! Merci beaucoup!”
“ Je t’en prie.” he replied sounding flustered.
Beau quickly removed himself from the man and gave him a wide eyed look. Though he quickly snapped out of it and smiled even wider.
“I mean it, I really appreciate the help. My name is Beau Loupe, by the way.”
“ Thaal. Thaal Sinclair.” The prep said suddenly sounding more confident.
Beau just grinned, until he looked at the clock, he was ten minutes late for class!
“Oh my gosh! I’m late and I still haven’t gotten my book for class yet!” he panicked a bit, not as badly as before though.
“ What class are you supposed to be in right now?” Thaal suddenly asked.
“ English in room 119.” Beau replied.
“Wow, What a coincidence so am I!” the prep exclaimed with obvious delight. “ How about you get the book and I walk with you to class? That way we can both explain why we were late”
“That’s a great idea! Don’t worry I won’t take long.” the french man replied as he ran to his locker.
When he was sure the darling boy was gone, a dopey smile grew on Thaal’s face. He then swooned but he didn’t hit the floor. Instead he fell onto a fancy chaise lounge, composed entirely of yellow energy with hearts of the same color floating above him.
‘The minute my eyes met his, my heart started racing! I completely forgot what I was going to say to him, it felt like the moment I opened my mouth nothing but nonsense would come out. I feel warm and I’m trembling all over! Even though I didn’t exert myself, I feel out of breath; like I just ran a marathon just by talking with him! Is this what I think it is?! Is this love?!’
Suddenly he snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of rushing footsteps. He quickly dissipated the heart and furniture and put on a much more friendlier smile.
“Okay I got the book, let’s go!” the beauty grinned. He then grabbed the preps hand and began racing to class.
When their hands touched it was like Thaal was struck by lightning, he never wanted it to end.
‘Oh yes, it is love!’ he cheered in his mind. He looked at the back of Beau’s head and suddenly his smile went from dopey to sinister. ‘Beau Loupe, you will be mine.’