Stray

He didn’t know whether he’d been asleep for too long or if the weather was too sunny this morning, but Oliver only slept for a short while. He opened his eyes and blink laboriously, staring at the soft sunlight that soaked half the room.

The sheets under him were soft and dry and Nemo wasn’t by his side.

Oliver sat up abruptly and looked at his hands that still seemed to retain the warm touch of his lover’s skin. This time he didn’t think about the possibility that he was dreaming. The scratches Nemo left on his back last night were still faintly painful, accompanied by a pleasant sense of peace of mind.

His lover was the Demon King.

Nemo Light was the monster that had always existed in legends and needed the combination of all the power of various races on the surface to join in on the crusade— Not even the so-called “successor of the Demon King”, but the only one in history. Honestly, Oliver still hadn’t been able to digest this terrifying information.

But he didn’t need to think carefully for long. The depression from the Withered Castle was instantly liberated, followed by the impactful confession of his lover. Oliver hardly knew how to deal with the messy thoughts, so he had to skim the emotional part and coldly peel away the strands. He knew what he had to do that was most beneficial for the surface, but he also knew what to do for the least pressure on Nemo. His soul seemed to be divided into two halves— Half accepting the shocking reality, and half almost ruthlessly collecting the current situation to make a relatively appropriate judgement.

His mind did get the most reasonable answer, and after that answer, his accumulated feelings completely exploded.

…He was rarely out of control.

Oliver took a deep inhale of the cool morning air, a little frustrated. He tried his best to stay calm but when he felt Nemo’s temperature last night, there was only two thoughts left in his mind.