Solace's Pov

Why did I almost kiss the boy? I thought and looked up at the ceiling. Why did I want to? Footsteps were heard before my door was opened. I looked to the door to see my father standing there with an agitated expression but it soon changes to a smile.

"Hello son. Can you help me with something real quick down in the lab?" I nod and stand. I follow father down the stairs and listen as he explains to me.

"The sorcerer is not doing as I say, he's refusing to tell me. So, I need you to remove something from him." I nod and follow father to the lab. He enters the lab and he walks to the boy sitting in the chair. He looks at me and motions to the boy.

"Alright, Solace. I need you to remove this cloth for me." I look at the sorcerer then back at my father. I stay where I stand, my legs not wanting to move even thought I'm screaming at them to move.

"Go on, Solace. Remember what I told you."
I nod, remembering the words my father told me. He's an evil sorcerer, Solace, remember that. He will get what he deserves.
I start to walk slowly over to the sorcerer. I stand in front of him and reach my hand out slowly. My finger ghost over the cloth. Come on Solace, do as you father says. I gently touch the cloth, as my fingers touch the silky material a flash of pictures run across my vision making me freeze.

FLASHBACK

I open my eyes and look around. I look down and see Seto cuddled up to my side. A smile adorns his face and I can feel a smile slowly forming on mine as well. My eyes wonder to his head to see the silky, white cloth wrapped tightly around it. I open my mouth but hesitate, what if he doesn't want to talk about it? Seto looks up at me and raises an eyebrow at my nervous expression.

"Brice? What's wrong?" I breath in a shallow breath then let it out slowly.

"Why do you wear that cloth around your head?" Seto looks up at me and then up at his head as though he can see his forehead. I laugh quietly and kiss his forehead.

"It's alright if you don't want to answer. It was just a wandering thought." Seto hesitates slightly before wrapping his arms around me.

"I know, but you need to know." He looks up at me and I tighten my hold on him, showing him I'm here. He sighs and puts his head on my chest.

"It happened when I was six, on my birthday to be exact. My mother, father, and I were sitting in the living room about to sing the 'Happy Birthday Song', when he came. First it was an explosion, then there were screams. My parents started to freak out. My mother instantly picked me up and took me to the library, where she gave me this cloth. She told me to always keep it with me, she said it would keep me safe." A small tear escapes his eye and I wipe it away with my thumb. I kiss his head and start to comb my finger through his hair, calming him down. He breaths in a shaken breath then continues.

"The door slammed open to the room my mom and I were in, I thought it was my father, but it wasn't. It was a man. He had darkness all around him. He killed my mother and tried to get close to me but he didn't. I can't remember what happened after that. All I know is that when I woke up, people were surrounding me. I found out that the guy got away and my father was found dead. I was alone." My finger curls under his chin for I can tilt his head up, making a few tears leak from his eyes and roll down his cheeks.

"Your not alone anymore, Seto." I pull him as close as I can to me and snuggle my nose in his hair, breathing in the smell of his shampoo.

"You'll never be alone again."

FLASHBACK END

I blink and shake my head, looking up at my fingers around the cloth. My mind wanders back to the flash of pictures. What was that?

'Please don't do it solace'

The voice echoes through my head, sounding strangely like the sorcerer's. I shake my head and look around to see if anyone was talking. My eyes wonder to the sorcerers, electric blue meeting coco brown. His eyes are so warm and soft. My eyes traces over his entire face, stopping at his lips. The lips I almost kissed a few hours ago. My eyes train back onto his. He stares at me with so much emotions twirling in his eyes. He's been through so much. His eyes hold so much sadness and heart break. I can't look away. What has made him like this?