The evening settled over Moonrun, but the air was heavy with sadness. Fairies and elves within the castle were shrouded in melancholy ever since Mihir's departure. What should have been a day of jubilation, marked by the defeat of the last foul fairy, had turned into a somber affair.
Meanwhile, Meer found himself in a particularly dire situation. He hadn't left his chamber since morning, and he hadn't taken a single bite of food all day. He sat by the window, gazing out at the two statues in the garden dedicated to his parents. A bitter laugh escaped him as he observed the stone figures. His parents, who had never truly acted as parents, were the cause of their current misery. If only they had been alive, Meer wouldn't be forced to live in solitude without his brother.
In the midst of his deep contemplation, there came a gentle knock on his chamber door. A familiar voice broke through the silence. Tabahi.
"Meer, please open the door," Tabahi's voice conveyed concern. Meer recognized it instantly. Since Meer had regained consciousness after the battle, Tabahi had become a constant presence in his life, a source of comfort and solace.
With a slow and deliberate motion, Meer got up and approached the door, opening it to reveal Tabahi standing there wearing white pents and leather jacket on the upper body unbottoned which reveal his chest. meer gulped and put a pillow on his lap to not make show of his sensations in his pents.
In his hands, Tabahi held a plate of rice and curry. His voice was soothing as he spoke.
"See, I've brought you some of your favorite rice and curry. Soul fairy told me it's your favorite," Tabahi's words were gentle and calming. "I haven't eaten anything either."
Meer gazed at Tabahi with a mixture of awe and concern as the boy continued to speak.
"You didn't meet me today, and I was alone the whole day," Tabahi began, his voice carrying the weight of loneliness. "Do you know, even a big spider in the fairy garden followed and bit me on my hand?" Tabahi's tone was innocent and childlike as he showed Meer the wound on his skin. It was a large, grey wound, and Meer couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for not being there for him earlier.
"Why didn't you show it to someone before? What if it was poisonous?" He hurriedly searched through one of the drawers and found a golden box filled with leaves, which he used to apply something to the wound Tabahi had brought.
Tabahi's response was filled with a hint of embarrassment as he cast his eyes downward.
"I had no one to go to. You were in your room," Tabahi confessed hesitantly , Meer felt a pang of guilt for not being there when Tabahi needed someone.
"You could have gone to the fairies," Meer suggested.
Tabahi's embarrassment deepened, and he bit his lower lip before speaking.
"I was afraid of them. What if they threw me into hellfire too, like what they did to Krurika?" He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Meer looked at Tabahi, his heart melting as he observed the innocent fear on the boy's face. He reached out and tenderly caressed Tabahi's cheek, his voice gentle yet reassuring.
"No one will do anything to you as long as I am here."
Tabahi's lips curled into a small, grateful smile as he gazed into Meer's eyes. They then sat down together to eat the food Tabahi had brought. Hr, in his usual enthusiastic manner, devoured the rice with lightning speed, and in a rather unconventional manner, he scooped up the curry directly from the bowl, leaving a conspicuous brown "food mustache" on his face.
Meer couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. He reached over and gently wiped away the curry from Tabahi's face with the hem of his own shirt. Tabahi continued eating with childlike eagerness.
"You are such a baby," Meer teased, a playful grin on his face.
Tabahi, not one to be called a baby, pouted in a mock offense. Meer found his expressions utterly endearing.
"But I am not a baby," Tabahi protested with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Meer laughed softly at Tabahi's antics, appreciating the light-hearted moment. After a few more bites, Tabahi turned more serious and asked, "Are you okay now? I don't know what happened between you and Mihir, but at least give him a chance to explain himself."
Meer's smile faded slightly as he considered Tabahi's words. It was clear that Tabahi cared about his well-being and wanted to see the brothers reconcile.
"I know, Tabahi," Meer replied thoughtfully. "I just need some time to sort things out in my head."
Meer's thoughts were still consumed by the absence of Mihir, and he wasn't ready to discuss his brother's departure just yet. Anger and hurt lingered within him for being left alone in this unfamiliar world. He had always been inseparable from Mihir, with no other friends among the fairies and elves.
His life had revolved around his brother. Whenever nightmares haunted his sleep, he would seek comfort in Mihir's presence. In their days at the academy of magic, whenever Meer achieved something noteworthy, he'd run to Mihir to share his victories. Mihir, in turn, would pamper him, even allowing him to sit on his shoulders and granting him full access to the castle whenever he wished.
But now, he was all alone, with no one to irritate or pamper him, and no one to love him. The solitude felt like a crushing weight on his chest, breaking his heart.
Tabahi's voice broke through his reverie, shaking him from his thoughts.
"You here?" Tabahi asked, his confusion evident.
Meer blinked, his focus returning to the present moment.
"I am, and I will talk to him, don't worry," Tabahi assured him with a warm smile. " but bow you should go to sleep its late " he said , Tabahi stand to go but Then, he stepped closer, his voice taking on a husky tone as he leaned in closer to Meer's ear.
"And from next time, if you want to look at my chest, just tell me. I'll make sure no one disturbs you," Tabahi whispered seductively. He placed a small, teasing kiss on Meer's earlobe before leaving the chamber, leaving Meer alone with a crimson blush spreading across his cheeks.