Smile Like You Mean It [072, Happy, Ienzo/Myde]
Title: Smile Like You Mean It
Author: villanelle_koi
Pairing: Ienzo/Myde
Rating: PG
Summary: He doesn't quite understand it. Perhaps there's something wrong with him?
Prompt: 072. Happy
Disclaimer: Not mine, or Ienzo and Myde would have their own damn canon, which would involve quite a lot of loving on each other.
It's strange, this smile. It won't stop. Won't go away. Won't come off his face.
Distantly Myde thinks that perhaps there is something wrong with him. He shouldn't be smiling, shouldn't be running around with his usual energy and more.
But he. He just. Can't. Stop.
"I'm leaving for the castle next week," that was what Ienzo had said. "I can't."
Myde supposes he should have been upset when Ienzo had said that. Should have stormed away in agitation. Should have yelled at Ienzo. Should have done something. And yet, there was nothing to do, and Myde had just smiled and nodded and felt something akin to elation in his breast. That wasn't right, was it?
It's strange. He has even more energy than usual. His steps have a little more bounce to them, his movements are a little more animated. He feels so aware of everything, almost reveling in existence. And he can't stop smiling.
Something isn't quite right. Can't be, right?
It's scaring him, how happy he is. And yet. And yet, he . . . .
"Are you crying?" Lae had asked him at one point, and Myde had paused to realize (much to his chagrin) that he was. A few moments and it had passed. He didn't feel any different, still smiling, still so happy, each of the times that it happened throughout the day. Each burst of tears for a single moment. It was weird, really weird.
He doesn't stop smiling. He feels good, amazing even. He's really happy for Ienzo. It's a good thing.
And if things feel strange, off. If perhaps there's an unconscious part of him that mourns the loss. If he maybe wishes, just a little, that things could have been different. Well. Well, it didn't matter, right?
Of course not.
He never needed it to.
Myde goes home with that same smile and sleeps, and does not dream.
Author: villanelle_koi
Pairing: Ienzo/Myde
Rating: PG
Summary: He doesn't quite understand it. Perhaps there's something wrong with him?
Prompt: 072. Happy
Disclaimer: Not mine, or Ienzo and Myde would have their own damn canon, which would involve quite a lot of loving on each other.
It's strange, this smile. It won't stop. Won't go away. Won't come off his face.
Distantly Myde thinks that perhaps there is something wrong with him. He shouldn't be smiling, shouldn't be running around with his usual energy and more.
But he. He just. Can't. Stop.
"I'm leaving for the castle next week," that was what Ienzo had said. "I can't."
Myde supposes he should have been upset when Ienzo had said that. Should have stormed away in agitation. Should have yelled at Ienzo. Should have done something. And yet, there was nothing to do, and Myde had just smiled and nodded and felt something akin to elation in his breast. That wasn't right, was it?
It's strange. He has even more energy than usual. His steps have a little more bounce to them, his movements are a little more animated. He feels so aware of everything, almost reveling in existence. And he can't stop smiling.
Something isn't quite right. Can't be, right?
It's scaring him, how happy he is. And yet. And yet, he . . . .
"Are you crying?" Lae had asked him at one point, and Myde had paused to realize (much to his chagrin) that he was. A few moments and it had passed. He didn't feel any different, still smiling, still so happy, each of the times that it happened throughout the day. Each burst of tears for a single moment. It was weird, really weird.
He doesn't stop smiling. He feels good, amazing even. He's really happy for Ienzo. It's a good thing.
And if things feel strange, off. If perhaps there's an unconscious part of him that mourns the loss. If he maybe wishes, just a little, that things could have been different. Well. Well, it didn't matter, right?
Of course not.
He never needed it to.
Myde goes home with that same smile and sleeps, and does not dream.