crossing out the good years

“What’s the last part of my title?” Amethar asks, his breathing still heavy from his trek through the castle, the dead sprint that had overtaken him from the moment he saw Calroy Cruller running along the tops of the castle walls.“Amethar, I-” Calroy starts, raising his hands and flashing Amethar that wry smile that had wormed it’s way into his heart so long ago. The one that he had seen countless times across ballrooms, a secret shared between them.(i said what if their final conversation had been way more homoerotic and then i wrote that)