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here they were. back at the place they knew so well. this occasion, it was zam who was upset. but about what?
wemmbu sat in his respective spot next to his purple flower—which was next to zams yellow flower—which was next to zam.
they both looked off into the sunset, just like all their meetings usually began. nothing but occasional sniffles from the one who needs comforting and a soft breeze weaving between the gaps of nature, leaves and grass dancing in a pattern so familiar to the two.
around 10 minutes of sitting later, the sun had completely set, marking the start of the much needed conversation. wemmbu didn’t even bother to turn to zam when talking, he knew he didn’t like to be seen in such a vulnerable state.
“hey, dude, i know this is about me, and i just wanna say that you can feel free to take it out on me.” wemmbu spoke softly, a tone of voice zam rarely ever heard, even on this cliff.
zam wanted him to apologize, even though he knew wemmbu didn’t know what he did wrong, but he also knew that wemmbu had an awfully hard time saying sorry, so he just stayed quiet (other than the sniffling, which he definitely wasn’t doing).
“i promise i won’t get mad.” wemmbu turned to face zam, holding out a rose, his pinky extended out into the air, much like you’d hold a tea cup at a fancy party. there wasn’t a single hint of sarcasm in his voice.
zam stared at the flower. that rose was one of two, they each had one. they were called, “promise roses”, which basically meant that whenever they pinky promised something on that rose, it was 100% serious. an agreed upon thing that’s just for them.
the gesture wasn’t ever used much, as they never really had much to seriously promise about. that’s what made it especially special.
zam untucked his legs from his arms and let them fall to the ground. he dragged his pinky over to wemmbus and intertwined them. after a few seconds they untangled from each other and zam took the rose.
he smelled it and couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. he handed the rose back to wemmbu for later use and started to get up.
he dusted himself off, looking up to see wemmbu unclipping his armor pieces and neatly placing them into a shulkerbox.
zam hates how wemmbu understands him and cares.
hates that he has no reason to hate him.
hates the way wemmbu makes him feel because it was so unfamiliar.
zam raised the sword and hesitated. wemmbu had no armor, no weapon, no shield, no totem, and he didn’t even gapple up so he had no effects.
he was completely content with whatever choice zam made, that soft smile on his face made sure of it. he was even facing a little to the left of zam, because he knew he didnt like eye contact.
there was no manipulation.
just zam and his choice to make.
“well? gonna take all day or are you just showing me how strong you are?” wemmbus smile turned into a smirk, finally turning to face zam.
zams tears were flowing out like a gutter in a storm and he was pretty sure he was breathing erratically.
“you.. you’re a jerk. you really do deserve to die by my hand.” zam lowered the sword. wemmbu laughed. “you know you love me zammy!”
wemmbu was fully turned to zam now.
zam froze.
love?
oh my god.
no.
no.
he felt nauseous.
the feelings, the heat that he’d feel whenever wemmbu got too touchy, the need to get away from it all, the endless thoughts of him, the instant regret after the betrayal, it all started to click.
was it all denial?
oh my god.
zams head was spinning, his hands were on the top of his head, threatening to tip his crown over.
hands? he didnt remember dropping the sword, or even putting it away. what was happening? where was he? wheres wemmbu?
wemmbu?
god, no. hes thinking about him again. he always thinks about wemmbu.
how could he have been so stupid, so blind. he dropped to his knees, hands stopping himself from crashing to the floor. mud splattered all over him, embedding him in a cold he hasnt felt in a while.
mud?
when did it start raining?
it couldnt be.
it couldnt.
but zam knew better, he may never admit it, but he is smart enough to take the hints.
he felt something lifting him up, a warmth he doesnt feel often. normally, hed freak out and crash around, fighting back, but right now, he was tired.
oh so tired.
but his mind wasnt. in fact, it was racing quicker than ever, thoughts flooding every corner of his brain.
he was.. in love.
in love with one of his worst enemies. in love with one of his greatest friends.
the princezam was in love with wemmbu.