“Don’t you see little swan, the black swan is never meant to be amongst people , your but a mere illusion.. a alluring mystery and possibly dangerous at that.” The men had said
“I- I’m not a-an il-“ he started and felt the cloth around his mouth again. That was last night. He cracked his eyes open hearing the stone above the well open again. And the ladder lowered down. Maybe it was lake day already. Maybe he would get to see him.. it was always for a mere couple seconds minutes at most when he got to see the other Swan, feathers like snow. He grunted and felt the shift inside him it was a full moon night. It would shine over the lake so they could turn. But he never got the chance to talk to him as a human. He looked up at the man desperate to walk again. @combeferre-the-mothman
“Sorry now?” Derek frowned and rolled his eyes. “Not really.. I think your only sorry because you were caught and that is not a real apology like we deserve. Wouldn’t you agree brother?” He turned to him and glared back. “Your feet should be bleeding.. Will was pampering you too much and filling your heads with nonsense fairy tales. Poor little swans. You really need us now more than ever.” He pulled strips of cloth out and tied there wrists to the bed.
“Test us then, l-let us prove our- our loyalty we.. we can go pick up the costumes for you tomorrow morning.. will can stay and work with the other dancers .” Alaric whispered









