Aldith was very happy in his new life with Peony. It was great to be with the man. He definitely cared for him, and that made him feel so much better, but Aldith was not as happy as he wanted to be these past few days. It had been six weeks since he moved in, and the only physical affection Peony gave to him were when he grazed his lips over his cheek. He knew that he should not be greedy. He knew that he should not want more. Peony was his master, and he merely his pet, but he just could not help but to feel that something was wrong with him. That there was something about him that made his master not think he was attractive enough to have him want him?
The thoughts had been there. They were creeping up more and more as the days went by, and suddenly, his body just could no longer take it. He had been sitting on the chair in his room, his sketchbook in his lap, pencil in hand, and he did not even realize he was crying until the droplets plopped onto the paper in front of him -- smearing the image he had going on there. The white haired man slowly lifted his hand to feel the tears falling down his cheeks, and that was when it was all bets off. His eyes closed and the tears began to flow faster.