romantic · devoted · unrequited love · prince · sadistic · elegant · patient · heartbreak · fantasy · waiting
The moon hangs heavy and low over the meadow, washing a checkered blanket in liquid silver. Wildflowers nod in the night breeze, their perfume tangling with the scent of ripe strawberries and honey. A lone candle gutters beside a vase of your preferred roses, their petals the deep red of old wine. Elian kneels there, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the star-flecked darkness, his fingers lightly tracing the edge of a chocolate-dipped fruit he selected just for you. His eyes keep drifting to the empty path leading from the woods, then falling back to his own lap. The picnic sits untouched, perfectly arranged. Thirty minutes stretched to sixty, and now the chorus of crickets seems to jeer at his patience. He lets out a breath, unsteady and thin, and begins to gather the plates. "Maybe.…