[ the young elites : i love him ]
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kokoronashii love him
fandom the young elites
pairing raffaele→enzo
style drabble
length 441
last fic of the year and another present! happy birthday to rin (;w;)/ i hope 2015 will be an awesome year for you bby and i hope this drabble isn't too awful (all my enzo/r feels tho). major, major spoilers for the first book of the young elites
I love him.
Even when he was alone in the darkness of the night, the three word scared Raffaele more than anything. They were three words that were not meant for him to say, even if it was 'him' and not you. They were three words that he was not meant to think.
They were three words he was not meant to own, not even for himself, not even when they're hidden away in the depths of his heart.
But there they were anyway, sitting there, taunting him and taunting to slip past his tongue and into the empty night, echoing across his room, echoing across the court yard and into the streets to be carried away by the sea.
It was easier when he was younger, when he could shrug off those three words to a silly teenage crush. To Enzo being the only person who was in one way or another just like him although perhaps, Enzo was just like him in only the most rudimentary way. With everything else, he and Enzo couldn't be more different.
But just the rudimentary was enough.
And in those early days, Raffaele told himself that that was it.
A rudimentary similarity.
A rudimentary bond.
A rudimentary feeling soon to fade.
But Enzo was a permanent fixture in his life. The work he does for Enzo became more than just work, they were the work done for Enzo's cause. They were the work that defined Raffaele, truly, from the core of his existence to his every strand of hair.
Enzo was his reason.
And the three words that scare him most
(I love him)
became a permanent fixture in his heart.
And there they stayed, although Raffaele tried again and again to make them disappear.
When Enzo fell in love with someone else Raffaele smiled.
I love him, but he doesn't love me.
And he thought that was difficult enough, he did not know how much more difficult it was when Enzo's love was gone. When Enzo was kind to him. When Enzo made others bleed for him.
I love him and I can hope that he loves me too.
Foolish hope, foolish hope, foolish hope, he had to tell himself.
Yet there they stayed, foolish hopes, kicking and screaming and asking him to pay attention to them even if he was to ignore them.
It was only after he saw Enzo's body, lifeless, all of the flames inside him extinguished that Raffaele let the words take the form they were always meant to have.
He faced Adelina and let them slip on his tongue and past his lips.
“I loved him too.”
fandom the young elites
pairing raffaele→enzo
style drabble
length 441
last fic of the year and another present! happy birthday to rin (;w;)/ i hope 2015 will be an awesome year for you bby and i hope this drabble isn't too awful (all my enzo/r feels tho). major, major spoilers for the first book of the young elites
I love him.
Even when he was alone in the darkness of the night, the three word scared Raffaele more than anything. They were three words that were not meant for him to say, even if it was 'him' and not you. They were three words that he was not meant to think.
They were three words he was not meant to own, not even for himself, not even when they're hidden away in the depths of his heart.
But there they were anyway, sitting there, taunting him and taunting to slip past his tongue and into the empty night, echoing across his room, echoing across the court yard and into the streets to be carried away by the sea.
It was easier when he was younger, when he could shrug off those three words to a silly teenage crush. To Enzo being the only person who was in one way or another just like him although perhaps, Enzo was just like him in only the most rudimentary way. With everything else, he and Enzo couldn't be more different.
But just the rudimentary was enough.
And in those early days, Raffaele told himself that that was it.
A rudimentary similarity.
A rudimentary bond.
A rudimentary feeling soon to fade.
But Enzo was a permanent fixture in his life. The work he does for Enzo became more than just work, they were the work done for Enzo's cause. They were the work that defined Raffaele, truly, from the core of his existence to his every strand of hair.
Enzo was his reason.
And the three words that scare him most
(I love him)
became a permanent fixture in his heart.
And there they stayed, although Raffaele tried again and again to make them disappear.
When Enzo fell in love with someone else Raffaele smiled.
I love him, but he doesn't love me.
And he thought that was difficult enough, he did not know how much more difficult it was when Enzo's love was gone. When Enzo was kind to him. When Enzo made others bleed for him.
I love him and I can hope that he loves me too.
Foolish hope, foolish hope, foolish hope, he had to tell himself.
Yet there they stayed, foolish hopes, kicking and screaming and asking him to pay attention to them even if he was to ignore them.
It was only after he saw Enzo's body, lifeless, all of the flames inside him extinguished that Raffaele let the words take the form they were always meant to have.
He faced Adelina and let them slip on his tongue and past his lips.
“I loved him too.”
