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The first letter was a surprise. Ballister never would’ve thought that he would have a secret admirer ever! But there he was reading a note about how he looked good during training yesterday. He didn’t think much of it until there was another one and another one and so many more!
At first he didn’t have any ideas on who it was but then it hit him. The hand writing was really fucking bad, and he knew only one person who’s handwriting would be this atrocious! Ambrosius had the worst handwriting, Ballister made fun of him a lot for it. But he always made sure Ambrosius knew it was a joke.
When he figured this out Ballister couldn’t help but blush. Ambrosius liked him!? How and why? But also what dream world was he living in!!! He couldn’t hide it, Bal had a crush on Ambrosius for years. So the thought of Ambrosius liking him made his heart sore!
But of course Ballister was too scared to act on this idea. For all he knew someone wrote it with the bad handwriting not to get caught! So he was stuck with doing nothing. Then the poem showed up in his locker. When Bal saw the paper in his locker he couldn’t help but get excited! What was it going to point out today? The way he stands, how he styles his hair? What was going to be the topic of today.
“Another one of those notes huh?” Ambrosius said. Ok maybe Ballister didn’t just do nothing. He did tell Ambrous about the notes, just not the part about how he was hoping it was from him.
“Yeah, whoever it is really seems to notice a lot about me.” He hummed. As he opened the note he raised a brow. “A…poem?” Bal was almost tempted to say ‘I didn’t know you wrote poetry.’ To Ambrosius but he stopped himself. Whoever wrote it really went all out! The paper even had a little border around it with vines and moons. And wouldn’t you have guessed it, it was called My Moon. Bal sat down on the bench of the locker room and read the poem in awe.
Most people see their moon in the sky
Some see it’s beauty
It’s craters and cracks
The way it controls the tied
But I don’t have to look up at the sky
For my moon is beside me most of the time
I see his beauty
His Dark hair and chocolate eyes
The way he holds himself
My moon is perfect in everyway
I hope he’ll see that one day
Ballister blushed as he sat there, it was beautiful. He never had someone write something so sweet about him, so romantic. Ballister shook himself out of his thoughts and looked up to see Ambrosius looking at his a little. He looked away as if he had been caught. Was Ambrosius trying to see his reaction? Bal couldn’t tell.
——— A few days later———
Ambrosius was going to stay over in Ballister’s room for the night. They were going to go out but it was a bit late and both of them were tired from training. Ambrosius laid on the bed with a sigh and stretched. “Man, training today was a lot. Took up most of the day.” He sighed. Ballister chuckled and sat down next to Ambrosius.
“Yeah it was.” Bal said. Ambrosius sat up and sat next to Ballister.
“So…have you made any guesses about who’s giving you those notes?” Ambrosius asked, wiggling his eyebrows with a stupid smile. Ballister laughed and shoved him.
“No!..” Ballister paused. The thought of the admirer being Abrosius went through his mind again and he blushed. “Actually…I have.” He said. Ambrosius looked at him with a smug smile.
“Really? Who?” He asked. Bal felt his heart pounding as he felt the butterflies in his stomach.
“You.”
Ambrosius smiled faded slightly and he looked nervous. “W-what? Why would it be me?” He asked, stammering over his words. Ballister rubbed the back of his neck and felt his stomach turn. Shit no going back now.
“The handwriting looks like yours and you know me the most so it made the most sense…I’m sorry if I’m wrong.” Ballister said not daring to look at Ambrosius. He waited and heard a sigh.
“No…you’re right.” Ambrosius said, feeling his face burn. Bal looked up at him in shock. Ambrosius smiled slightly, still looking nervous but spoke. “It’s just…I’ve never met anyone like you. I mean you’re kind and smart! Super passionate about being a knight to help others…how couldn’t I get feelings for you.” He said, feeling his heart pound.
Ballister blushed and stood up. “Well, I was only like 89% sure you were it so that’s a relief I didn’t completely embarrass myself.” He said going over to his desk. Bal took a note and handed it to Ambrosius. “That means this is for you.” He said.
Ambrosius looked at the note and took it. When he opened it he was quick to realize it matched the poem he wrote. A poem called My Sun with a border made with vines and sun drawings. Ambrosius looked back up at Bal in surprise. “I’m not the best at poetry so I apologize if it sucks.” Bal said as he sat back down next to Ambrosius.
Most people see their sun with the clouds
They see it’s light
It’s warmth and power
The way it gives nature life
But my sun is the man of my dreams
For my sun is my best friend
I see his courage
His smile and gentle hands
The way he cares for all
My sun is perfect in everyway
And I know he thinks the same
Ambrosius looked back at Ballister. Bal sighed and rubbed his neck. “Again it’s not good. But I wanted to try to show you how it felt to read what you wrote for me.” He explained. “You don’t know the amount of times I’ve re-read that poem. I usually have it under my pillow for when I sleep…sometimes I hold it and wish it was you.” He said looking back at Ambrosius.
Ambrosius smiled and looked at Ballister with love in his eyes. It was clear he was touched by the poem. “Good Gloreth this is so sweet!” He laughed out of shock. Ballister blushed and smiled.
“I’m glad you think so.” He said softly. Ambrosius smiled and took Ballister’s hand.
“Bal, do you want to go on a date with me?” He asked with a smile. Ballister smiled back and squeezed Ambrosius’s hand.
“I’d love that.”
That night Ballister and Ambrosius held each other in their sleep. Neither of them dared to let the other go. For once Bal didn’t have to sleep with the poem in hand, because now he had his sun.