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Speed and mockery are beautiful things to be venerated for. Wallace is god of so many things, his power extends from the youth to the wild. His power and kingdom goes far from human understanding.
But the loneliness stank on every step he took. He had friends, of course. Donna Troy, goddess of stars and stelas. Garth, god of the deepest of the ocean and waters. Wallace had followers too! Followers who praised him as the god he was, who fed him as the deity he was and promises of love and eternity under his name.
But who else?
The followers didn't know him. Not really. He couldn't joke with them. They couldn't even talk back most of the times! Of course, Wallace presence was sometimes too much to bear, but he bets they could at least try.
And his friends… Oh, he really was lucky to have them with him. But… Gods, where does the time go? Donna is busy creating life itself on the extension of universe. Garth is taking care of an under water war these days.
So who could Wally bear this loneliness with?
Well… Maybe Wally figured out the answer of that question faster than expected.
Did you know that nymphs were this graceful? He sure didn't. And Wally was stunned for this man.
The always wet hair, the muscles he had for a supposed soft creature, the sky eyes, the kindness and mockery in his voice. How of a sass this creature was, even against the Wallace himself. This man was perfect on every sense. This nymph would more than welcomed on his temple, between his followers, on his home, on his bed if he wanted.
Wallace was numb for this creature.
It started small. He barely noticed. The god first thought it was only desire, just a whim to bare the loneliness. Then he started talking to this creature, looking forward get this beauty as a bed warmer but… Oh, the so called Richard wouldn't give in. And… maybe that trapped Wallace at the start. Everyone wanted him. He's a god, for the stars name. Of course they did.
Time passed… and maybe wasn't desire what he felt. Was something heavier. Something that made his chest tight every time he saw that smile with those dimples. Richard was… just perfection. The mocks, the jokes, the eyes that always are challenging him, the firm words, the lack of patient when Wally pushed too hard. The god knows it's irrational.
Why would he fall for such a creature?
For a being that doesn't show that type of interest?
For a being that was even annoying with his jokes?
For a being that had the most beautiful smile he has ever seen?
For a being with the kindest soul he has talked to?
For a being that barely bothers to look at him twice?
For a being that has the most hypnotizing voice ever?
For a being that looked like could pin him with ease?
Oh.
Maybe Wallace does know why.
And he then choose with who he wanted to bear loneliness with.
"Please." he begged, the flowers made by the sunlight it self on hand.
"Those are lovely flowers, My Lord" the nymph said… That damn smug smile on his lips, willing ignoring his plea. "If you want my opinion you should choose flowers that die before they get to be enjoyed"
"Richard, what does have to do a man to be at you side?"
"Maybe… a warm food would be welcomed"
The day passed. The flowers died when the night set… But Richard loved them every second. But he can't let Wallace see that, no. Richard is gonna make him win his right.
"My dear," Wallace said, finding the nymph taking care of his beautiful lake, but never as pretty as him. "I came with the warmest of foods-"
And the god, as dramatic and always, fells into the lake because being too stunned by this damn creature.
But oh… that laugh made it so worthy.
"My Lord!" Richard moves to help, to take the god of mockery out of his lake. "You look…"
Wallace usual ginger hair was pressed by water against his forehead, those beautiful soft and light curls are totally wet and ruined, his red and gold clothes got ruined… but oh… that funny smile and those millions of freckles…
"… stunning."
The god fakes a laugh, clearly unbothered by the joke, but clearly not believing him.
"You're cruel, Richard."
The day passed, and Wallace only could think of how lovely that smile was.
The sun came up again, a new chance came with it.
"Ohhhh, My Deaaaaar!" the voice came almost as a sing. An awful and bad try of sound endearing. "I came prepared"
Richard lifted his head at the nickname.
"I'm not your 'Dear', Walla-" the nymph stop himself from talking, staring almost. "Are those muffins?"
Oh… the red headed gave a smile way too proud.
"Yeap. And this time are freshly baked by hand" the god sat at Richard's side without being invited. "Humor me and try one"
"Why don't you try take the hint and leave me alone?" but as he said that, he took a muffin and finally bite it… and a second later it ended on the floor, but the creature had a big smile on his face. "You are who-knows-how-many years old, and you can't bake?"
"Oh! C'mon! They can't be that bad! I can't even get a kiss for the shot?"
Time passed… And no, Wallace did not got a kiss for his try. But he got a wide smile. It made it worthy.
"Richard! C'mon, I'm not so annoying that you need to hide!" The red headed was maybe getting worried. Was maybe feeling every second more nervous because of the lack of the nymph. "Richard!"
Worry was fast becoming fear. What if some other god decided they deserved his creature first? What if Richard choose another person? What if someone took him against his will? Wallace had too many thoughts and too many emotions… And all got interrupted by a little laugh on his back.
"My lord…? You're… You have a interesting way of… waiting"
The creature was staring at his back, Richard just went to collect the food and flowers of the day, his family would visit soon, he couldn't afford have nothing prepared, could he?
Richard moved to sit on the coast of his lake.
The crystal water, the flowers that grew up aside the lake, the trees fulls of the most colorful fruits on earth… Oh gods, they didn't matter compared to this nymph. Did Wallace already talked about him? For his father, he knows he did but… the god can't just stop thinking of such beauty.
"You… I thought some other god took you." His voice can't get to be anything but a whisper. But a plea of security. "Don't you dare to leave like that again."
The creature only rolled his eyes, patting the place on his side.
"You don't own me, Wallace."
"You own me since he fist met, Richard. You might not be mine, but I'm yours"
The silence was everything in that single second. The closeness, the memories, the flirt and the gifts. All of that got reduced to that moment, to this second, where Richard had to make the hard decision of giving in… or refuse. Maybe Wallace pushed to hard, maybe Wallace wasn't supposed to be… like this. He's a god, he's expected to not care, to just go around and take anyone and anything he wanted… but he didn't care.
He didn't care if he looked desperate.
He didn't care if he looked pathetic.
He didn't care if he looked like a dog waiting for crums.
He didn't care as long this beautiful being accepted him.
"I shall be yours and I would do anything for you to be mine" the god repeated. He just… ended reduced to this, didn't he? Ended praying to a nymph to love him back. "You want a temple? A castle? Safety for your lake?"
"Wallace-"
"Please Richard." It looked like gods didn't felt shame anymore. Didn't felt embarrassment or self respect. But Wallace felt so much love that his heart felt tight. "You didn't liked the flowers"
"My Lord, just-"
"Your laugh of that one time fills my ears every time I feel blue"
"Gods, Wa-"
"I even started baking just for you"
"My Lord, please just-"
"What do you want? Please, guide me" His voice to this point is a shaking whisper. The hurt, the pain the worry and fear he felt made him take the decision. This nymph meant more to the deity that anything else. "Do you want me to-"
A worked hand took Wallace face before he could keep going. A smug grin was looking back at him. Those sweet eyes that felt like they held million of memories. Those dimples that adorned his face like a perfect god… Jeez… Wallace cannot believe he is the deity of this situation with such a being in front of him.
"Wallace, slow down for me, okay?" This… being was smiling back at him… Gods… How can anyone be worthy of that smile?
The next thing the ginger one felt was those soft lips he has been watching pressed against his with more tenderness he has felt on decades. For once, he didn't push. He just welcomed it with a small smile only Richard could drag out of him.
The kiss lasted a few seconds. Maybe too long for a kiss that was too light to be called one.
Days passed… and Wallace didn't felt alone. Didn't felt lost or tired or heavy. He just… felt held by this creature of big beauty. How couldn't he? He kept up his routine: woke up, did his chores and faked not begin exited to be free to ramble out of the Olympus and go back to the nymph.
Oh.
Can't you believe it? His nymph. His man. Not because he took him. Not because it was arranged. Not because he was forced. But because he was loved back. He was loved by a mockery being that looked like the starts ,or even shannier and greater.
He was loved, held and —most important— not alone.
"Of course I'll be slower for you, my dear"