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“The light that the truth casts reveals more than you'd think!” The sage proudly said with a grin. Blueberry Yogurt, the “Sage” of truth. He was loud, preachy, and confident. A force that darkness would be afraid of.
“Now is there any que-”, before he could finish a young, curious mind raised their hand.
“Is the truth really so great if some get hurt because of it?” The young one questioned.
“Oh course my dear, it is. Without it things wouldn't be as they are.” The corners of his eyes crinkled, smile never faltering.
What he said was the truth, after all. Blueberry Yogurt never spoke of himself, just his stories and lessons. No one knew where he came from, only that he's here now, so graciously allowing them to bask in his presence and knowledge. No one questioned him after his answers.
The crowd that had gathered started to filter out as they did every day. The Sage smiled as he gathered his few items. He hummed softly, grin growing as the once bubbling atmosphere dissipated.
“He was here…” He giggled out.
Ever since the first encounter with the famed Truthless Recluse, he'd been giddy ever since. The confrontation left him quite frazzled but he was enamored with the outcast. It was as if the other had seen right through his kind and forgiving facade, as if he could actually have met someone who possibly saw him outside of his scholarly front.
The Recluse wore dark robes everytime, orchid staff in hand. Gold accents adorned the edges of his robes. His face was just breathtaking. He had cloudy yellow and blue eyes, if only could get a closer look-
“I see you're continuing to spew your lovely little truths.” He truly was like eye candy.
Blueberry Yogurt jumped slightly at the other. He looked up and smiled at the recluse, giggling out like a schoolgirl. The outsider truly was beautiful up close.
He spoke in a buttery smooth voice, “My beautiful recluse, to what do I owe your lovely presence?”
“You know what.” He snapped at the man, “Stop sending them my way, you're willingly sending them to the lions den, letting them get hurt and-”
Before he could get another word out he placed a finger over the other's mouth and shushed him. “Shhh, my dear… my dear, my dear, this is the will of the truth.” He waved his hand as he smiled, monocle glistening in the setting sun.
The warm sun cast a dark shadow of the two onto the ground. When Blueberry Yogurt opened his eyes his gaze softened slightly. He tried to tuck some of the other's hair behind his ear “You understand don't, you-”
He swatted the hand violently away, “By the witches! You don't care, do you?! You selfish, excuse of a-”
“One day, one day you'll understand. Oh wait, you already do!” He giggled, “We were made for eachother. If you could only see the truth…” He lamented with a sigh.
“You're demented.” Truthless Recluse replied. When Blueberry Yogurt tried to cup his face, the backs of his hands were quickly met with a hard hit of the staff.
“And pathetic.”
The sage stumbled back and hissed. He fell to the ground and huffed. He rubbed his hands, attempting to soothe the aches in them. When he looked up he saw the recluse's shadow, the man getting smaller as he left into the distance. The sage smiled.
Truth be told, he wasn't quite sure what drew him to the hooded man. Perhaps his looks, his nonexistent patience for him. He knew the other saw him in an extremely negative light, possibly even wishing death upon him every night, either way, Blueberry Yogurt was enamored with him. He couldn't stop thinking about him since their first encounter.
After he got home, he may or may not have indulged in certain pleasurable activities whilst thinking of the encounter. He couldn't help it! It seemed as if the harsh words struck a chord within him. The recluse saw through his pompous persona and he loved that. Despite his name, he was quite truthful and he loved it. Call it masochism, Blueberry Yogurt loved the insults and exchanges.
Truthless Recluse seemed to start frequenting his lectures more often, either way, it was somehow comforting to the sage.
He thought of the other as he floated on the path to his secluded home, a smile cracking on his face.
The door opened and he walked in, heels clicking against the tiles as he stepped on the ground, closing and locking the door behind him.
Blueberry Yogurt sighed and took off his hat, putting it on the rack by the door. He yawned as he went up his stairs. Once he entered his bedroom he took off his boots. He removed his elaborate ensemble of an outfit and changed into something more comfortable. He exchanged his monocle for a pair of thin, round glasses.
He fell onto his bed and stared up at his ceiling.
The great Sage of Truth kept three hidden truths. One, he hurt others. Two, he enjoyed hurting others. Three, he was lonely.
He never had anyone to call love, no soul to shower with love, no person to understand him. He thought that's how it would always be. The first time he met the infamous Truthless Recluse, he fell, and hard. The other saw and, even if begrudgingly, understood him.
He breathed in.
How could he not make him his muse?
He let out a deep breath as he sat up, holding his knees to his chest. He rested his head on his legs and looked out his window. The stars had begun to peek through the cloudy skies. As he stared out, his thoughts ran wild.
“Why couldn't I just be normal?”, was one of the loudest voices speaking. He glanced at his messy desk, papers just thrown around wherever. His whole life was a mess. It had become boring, dull, monotonous. That is, until he showed up. Everything seemed more clear and bright now that he was starting to show his face more often.
Blueberry Yogurt ran a hand over his face. Was this what others called a “crush”? He seemed to exhibit the symptoms. Flushing around him, happy around him, yearning for him…
Blueberry Yogurt left out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. He stared out once more before settling into his bed.
Everything could wait. He had all the time in the world to figure out the truth. He did conclude one thing; he must get to know the recluse more.