Matli_Unicorn

What would you do if you met a mysterious charming stranger, but could never fully see his face?

That was the very predicament Cloud Belmont found himself in. It was unusual to find the spark one had been searching for, for so many years on Palace Grounds, but somehow they had found each other. Although this mysterious man knows everything about Cloud. Cloud has not even seen the face of the person he spends endless amounts of hours with. 

Follow Cloud’s journey on finding out who the man is and his own journey on finding himself.

For My King

Cloud had just woken up from his nap and he seemed a bit livelier than before. He has just showered and allowed for me to dress him. I figured since I wanted to take him outside for dinner to dress him up in something warmer, which consisted of warm black track pants, a black jersey, one of my warmer woolly jackets, plus a beanie just to be safe.

"Where are we going? The alps," he giggled as I fixed his hair so the beanie did not press it onto his face.

"You're so cheeky these days," I laughed and kissed his forehead as he looked up to me with a beaming smile.

"I'm happy, it's my defence mechanism," he stretched out his arms so I could pick him up which I gladly did. I was dressed in something similar without the jacket of course because I was a heater according to Cloud's words. "So where are you taking me if it's not the Alps?" he kissed my cheek repetitively making my knees weak.

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