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At the family manor in Targaryen, at a public welfare party held by them, Maekar stood in the corner of the party in a black and red suit with a glass of champagne, looking at his brother Baelor, who was standing next to his father and smiling from afar. He was wearing a black suit mixed with a little green. The silver hand-shaped jewelry on his left chest pocket represented that he was their father's assistant, and he was also the first heir of the family.
“His perfect brother”
Although his brother has black hair and dark complexion that are very similar to their mother, instead of his silver hair and pale skin, his brother's violet and brown pupils, Maekar thinks that are the most beautiful eyes in the world. Whenever Baelor stared at him with those asymmetric eyes, Maekar would unconsciously hold his breath, as if he would be swallowed by their owner as long as he took one more breath.
As if noticing his sight, Baelor looked up at Maekar in an instant, and then gave his brother a smile that was different from the one he had been hanging on his face. Maekar also twitched at him with a smile that could not be counted as a smile.
After drinking the last sip of champagne, he put down the glass and walked to the parking lot of the guests in the courtyard. He skillfully took out a box of opened cigarettes and lighters from the grass. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound of boots stepping on the stone. Obviously, the owner of the boots did not hide his arrival at all. Maekar quickly stuffed the evidence of his crime back in place.
"Don't stuff it. I've seen it, dear brother."
As soon as he recognized the owner of the voice, his tight shoulders relaxed in an instant. After a slight sigh, he took out the cigarette and lighter again.
"Fuck me, can you not scare me like this next time?"
"Don't swear. I'm sorry, I won't do it next time."
After looking at him with violet eyes, he turned his eyes back to the opened cigarette box.
He slowly took out a cigarette and turned his eyes to his brother from time to time.
"Why are you here?" Maekar asked.
"Breathe fresh air?" Baelor gave a hum.
After rolling his eyes at his brother, Maekar put the cigarette on his lips and picked up the lighter.
"Ding"
"Fuck" floated out gently from Maekar's lips with cigarettes.
Baelor looked at his brother with a smile.
Until Maekar failed to try to ignite for the third time,
The dark and slender hands wrapped his pale hand holding the lighter. He gently rubbed his fingers, slowly broke his fingers holding the lighter one by one, and gently took it away. Maekar could feel the heat from his brother's hands.
He unconsciously held his breath again.
Maekar could feel that the strange pupils were staring at him with a smile through the flames.
After rolling his eyes again, he tilted his head forward a little, so that the cigarette between his lips could be ignited by the flame of the lighter.
Baelor stared at his drooping silver-gold eyelashes, clenched his teeth unconsciously, and his hand holding the lighter also trembled slightly.
Fortunately, his brother had lit the cigarette and tilted his head back to his original position, and did not find any abnormality in him.
For a long time, there was no conversation, only the sound of Baelor's breathing and Maekar's smoking sound existed between them, and even the sound of the party only a few meters away was isolated.
"Only us and cigarettes"
Before Maekar was about to throw the little cigarette left on the ground, Baelor stopped him.
He gently grabbed Maekar's wrist holding the cigarette and brought his whole body closer to him. His strange pupils stared at the violet pupils, and his lips pressed against his palm to take a small cigarette.
"Too much" Maekar thought
He can also feel the softness of Baelor's lips remaining in the palm of his hand.
The pale face was instantly replaced by red, but he still asked with the only remaining reason.
"Don't you smoke?"
"I really don't smoke," Baelor said.
"I just want to taste my brother."