Ch. 149 To Three (2)
The sound of liquor pouring into glass echoed in the room. The drink was cool on the tongue, and when it was swallowed it sweetened the breath and dispersed a hidden heat. One couldnât help but anticipate the sound of the glass being filled again.
The two polished off a few more drinks, and Ian was pleased to have given Simon a good first experience.
âI knew youâd like it.â
Simon did not deny it. In fact, he had been looking carefully at the label for a while.
âItâs truly my favorite drink.â
Their tastes had always aligned when the word âtrulyâ was involved.
âRight.â
âSometimes I feel guilty. I thinkâ¦â
His glass was empty, and he stared at the drops that remained on the bottom.
âI think I may be a bad influence on you.â
âYou are.â
Ian frowned at his reply, then refilled their empty glasses. After a few more rounds, Simon brought up a small complaint.
âWe shouldnât do this with your first love right there.â
âWho told you that Louise Sweeney is my first love?â
âAm I wrong?â
âWell.â
Ian changed his gaze a little, but could not deny it. He promised not to tell lies.
ââ¦Itâs true.â
He still had an excuse, though.
âI just want to fill your surroundings with joy.â
So he filled Simonâs glass several times.
âWe had a lot of fun.â
âWe did.â
Memories of the three of them as children rekindled in his mind, full of sunshine and fresh grass.
âYou donât have to feel guilty, Ian.â
ââ¦â
âIâve learned happiness from you, and Iâm beginning to think that Iâll be able to make it with my own hands.â
Simon felt the white line that he stood on. The starting point of his free will.
âOur memories will be the great driving force of my life.â
Their glasses clinked again. They had long lost count how many drinks they had.
âTo life.â
He wasnât just a breathing sack of meat. Simon Hillard was real.
âThose are some good words to say on a birthday.â
Ian smiled as he brought his glass to his lips. The liquor that touched the tip of his tongue was too sweet for him to stop.
âOh, if you donât get the top spot, donât be disappointed. Iâll take care of it.â
âTake care of it? My studying abroad?â
âWell, I could probably support you for a year.â
âThe negotiations are out of your hands. The former queen said it would two years.â
â â¦Two years?â
âYes.â
âHow can I live without seeing my friend for two years?
âDonât worry. For the first year, all three of us will be alone anyway.â
They would all splinter into their different paths, while Louise would remain at the Academy.
âThatâs a shame.â
Ian rested his chin on his knee. He always cherished his time at the Academy, but if he knew they would all part in the end like thisâ¦
Ian stopped thinking and smiled lightly. There was still a little time left. He lived to the fullest every day. But what made him sad was that he loved Simon, Louise, and the special environment here in the Academy.
âIâll spend the rest of my time with Simon Hillard.â
Simon frowned. He didnât have anyone else to spend time with, and now he had to hang around this creepy guy.
âI wonder what Simon will be like in two years.â
âIâll be unchanged.â
âYouâre going to change. Youâre scary now, and youâll be even scarier in the future.â
âI donât scare you.â
Except under certain circumstances, of course.
âUnless you upset Louise Sweeney.â
âEven after two years?â
Simon replied with a deadpan expression.
âTwenty years later.â
There was a serious glint in his eye.
âI suppose that Louise will always be the first one you were attached to. No matter what new feelings you experience, it may not fade.â
New feelingsâ¦Simon was skeptical about that. Maybe it was a side effect of loving one person for too long.
âSorry. Iâll try to fix that.â
Simon raised a glass full of wine.
âAfter two hundred years.â
âThe time period has increased dramatically.â
Even so, Ian drank to a two hundred year promise with him.
The bottle was half-empty now. Ian peered at Simonâs face to check his condition.
âAre you holding up alright?â
âIâm fine.â
Of course he was.
âIf you really want to compete with me, youâd better think again. We have to respect the royal myth.â
âMaybe we should call in a court official to rewrite history.â
âCanât do that. Our descendants a hundred years later will know that weâre breaking Academy rules. Besides.â
Ian turned to look at Louise, who was still sleeping in the same position.
âWeâre the only ones that know Louise can sleep in any position. We shouldnât tell anyone.â
Professor Hewitt was probably the exception, of course. Louise bravely held the record of falling asleep the most times in his class.
âYes.â
Simonâs lips curved into a smile.
âLouise is like that.â
They drank and refilled each otherâs glasses several more times, and before long the bottle was empty.
âThatâs a shame.â
Ian shook the empty bottle. There was no more alcohol, and he wanted to eat something cold. Maybe a sherbet.
âWe should stop drinking anyway. We have to wake up Louise and send her back to her dorm.â
âYes, and apologize for lying.â
The two young men reached out their hands to shake her awake, but then both stopped.
âSheâs sleeping so soundlyâ¦â
âWell, she can sleep anywhere.â
They decided to wait a little longer. The two young men, who had neither liquor to drink nor cake to eat, settled themselves comfortably on either side of Louise. The carpet was pleasantâbut perhaps it wasnât the carpet, but the three of them together.
âSimon.â
âHmm?â
âWill Louise like alcohol?â
âWellâ¦if she resembles Mr. Sweeney, she wonât like it very much.â
âBut if thereâs three of us, itâll be worth it.â
The two shared a laugh. If the three of them joined forces, they could probably empty the palace cellars.
âHow about we raid the wine cellars on Louiseâs birthday two years from now?â
âUnless Louise says no.â
âYes, if she says no.â
The both of them had talked for a long time. It was pleasant to imagine a future with all of them together.
âShe really doesnât wake up.â
Ian leaned back against the wall and looked at the blonde hair that hung over the white pillow.
âYeah.â
Simon carefully arranged Louiseâs slightly tangled locks. He had been planning to tie her hair on both sides today. Too bad. Should he save it for a birthday two years later?
A sigh crossed the room. The sound of soft breathing went from one, to two, and soon to three.