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If you dance, I'll dance
And if you don't, I'll dance anyway
Aimeric was the most beautiful man Jord had ever seen. And he wasn’t even a man for long. He was nineteen, still a boy, yet Jord never called him that, knowing how important it was for Aimeric to be seen as them, as one of them, the King’s men.
He tried to pretend not to notice the way Aimeric was looking for his approval everywhere, the way he sometimes shyly made his way towards him whenever the men were hanging together around a fire. It was ironic, since Aimeric was quick to start fights, but could never tell Jord directly what he wanted.
Until he could.
When they finally slept together, it was better than anything Jord could ever imagine.
Give peace a chance
Let the fear you have fall away
There were multiple factors that were signs that what they had would never end happily. For once, neither Jord nor Aimeric had ever been in a relationship before. Second, this was war, and you don’t fall in love in war. Yet they tried, and they enjoyed it. It felt nice, loving and being loved by someone. Maybe they could make it work, the two of them.
I've got my eye on you
I've got my eye on you
It was sick. Aimeric never truly loved him, the signs should have been there. Was he perhaps laughing at him at this moment? At how gullible Jord had been? He wanted to scream, to shout at Aimeric, to ask him why, why did he do all of this? Did they never mean anything? Nothing worth fighting for?
He wanted to go to this cell when he got the piece of paper from a guard whose name he did not know.
“I’m sorry, Jord”
He punched the wall.
Say yes to heaven
Say yes to me
He visited Aimeric’s grave often, each time not knowing what to say or what to do. He often told him about the changes that both Akielos and Vere were going through. They were all empty words, since what he wanted to talk about was not the new regulations of the two countries. Some days he felt sadder than others, tears escaping his eyes as he simply stared at Aimeric’s name on the gravestone, letting his thoughts consume him. Perhaps he could tell himself that Aimeric would want him to move on, to live his life to the fullest. It wasn’t true.
His perception of Aimeric changed each time he thought of him, like a chameleon, it was constantly morphing. Some days he was remembered as the short-tempered boy, who always started fights with others. On other days he was the dreamy boy with a lust-filled gaze, laying in bed with Jord. And sometimes he was the traitorous rat, tricked by the Regent into thinking what they had was love.
But he was always Jord’s lover.
If you go, I'll stay
You come back, I'll be right here
His corpse lay lifelessly on the cold marbled floor. The blood was already drying up, his body being in this state for a while. If it wasn’t for the unusual way his head contorted, which seemed almost gory, and for the spilt blood from his veins, you could almost mistake the boy for sleeping. Almost.
'Cause I've got my mind on you
I've got my mind on you
Aimeric once lay in his bed, staring at the tent’s ceiling, wondering what he was supposed to do. Couldn’t he back off now? Tell his father he did not want to participate in this anymore? He truly loved Jord, he did.
And if you fight, I'll fight
It doesn't matter, now it's all gone
The years passed, winter came and went. Yet his lover remained the same. Jord’s love for him never went away either. Yet what they had did, it was never coming back. Although perhaps it was better this way, Aimeric would never lose his beauty, he would always remain beautiful, young, and dead.