SoapySam

But…I fucking love it. It has the plot of the character but the stupidity of Arrow(he’s just a socially awkward bean)

Answers

This is the right place right?

I think I’m in the right place. King Meliodas sent me this way a few weeks ago, I’d never seen it in person, plus I suck at directions, so for all we know I could be closer to Benwick then The Fairy Kings Forest

Oh god now I’m second guessing

Last I checked that’s in the exact opposite direction

“Hey human.” Hazel hair, blue suit, fairy wings

Yep I’m in the right place

“Right place for what?”

Fuck stop thinking out loud, he can read your mind- Fuck!

“Answer me.” I finally made eye contact with whoever was standing, or well floating ahead of me

“I’ve been sent here to meet with a certain individual.” His hazel eyes flickered with something I couldn’t read at the calmness in my voice, standing in front of someone with such power, yet not even flinching at that steady grip on that spear, or whatever it was

Who is this kid?

I felt a smirk pull at my lips, my mind reading abilities have picked up since I arrived in Liones, I couldn’t exactly practice with Gowther since he’s a doll

Well duh Arrow

“So Arrow’s your name huh? Tell me Arrow, who sent you here?”

Stupid Stupid Stupid, control your thoughts

“For someone so small you wield that spear life you’ve fought more the you could explain.” I slapped my hand over my mouth instantly

Just my mouth

I thought I was dead, I mean those daggers at my waist meant nothing if I had no idea who this guy was, the only advantage I had is that he never hid his thoughts

Then again I never hid mine either

I thought I was screwed, that I was gonna get scolded for messing up again, just like I used to by

Them

Instead he just smirked and landed down on the grass in front of me, spear pointed at my chest, this wasn’t just a normal spear, it was made of magic, it had a soft glow to it, like it chose him

“You’re weird for a human. Now I’ll ask one last time, who sent you here? Was it Arthur? A Chaos Knight Perhaps?” I followed his movements, feeling him circle me with that spear raised, whoever this was wasn’t just a kid, he was a warrior

“Arthur? God no. I was sent here by the King Of Liones. Ring any bells?” His stepped faltered and that smirk fell

Captain

Did he just say Captain?

That just mean-

“I’m the Sin Of Sloth, Halequin, yet you can call me King.” His voice was softer the before, more trusting, it caught me off guard, I knew Meliodas was the leader of The Seven Deadly Sin, but I had no clue the boy in front of me had that much of status

Explains the grip on the spear

Also explains the magic force he gives off

“That explains a lot.” He smirked, pulling his spear back away from my chest, I no longer felt that tip against my skin

“Sorry for attacking you and all.” I smiled up at him, which was now floating again

Just gotta prove a point with how short I am huh?

He laughed down at me, a gentle yet full sound, completely different from the boy- or well man who just threatened me. “I don’t think you’re that short.” I rolled my eyes, I mean it was true, I was always the shortest out of everyone, yet it was something I’d come to expect

“You’re fine. You were just protecting this place, it makes sense.” I said softly, still annoyed by the short comment but whatever, I didn’t let that show

“So…What did Capta-Meliodas send you here for?”

Oh god here comes that embarrassing explanation

“It can’t be that stupid. Then again it’s Meliodas we’re talking about.” I chuckled under my breath, it was nervous, embarrassing and stupid. I was never good at social interaction, I always stayed in the shadows, not wanting to interact with anyone, the only person I really knew was Gowther, and even then he saved me so I owe him.

I always forget he can read my mind

“Yep. And off of what you said earlier, I suppose you can too?” I sighed softly and finally looked him in those hazel eyes, my heterocromic blue and amber eyes staring back into his

“Yes. I can. I’ve never met anyone who could, I knew the fairy race had that ability, but I’m no fairy.” He glanced at him all confused, understandable, normally only fairies had the ability to read people thoughts, yet I wasn’t even close to a fairy

That’s strange

“Indeed it is.” I muttered softly, my short black hair blowing gently in the wind, falling more into my eyes by the minute

“Anyway. What were you saying about why you came here?” He changed the topic quick, understandably, story for another time I guess

“Oh uh…I-I well…I don’t exactly have a place I can stay full time. And Liones is kinda full because of the whole thing happening with Camelot right now. So he told me to come talk to you…” I rubbed the back of my neck, keeping my eyes glued to the ground, it was embarrassing and incredibly awkward asking for something like that after all this

Especially after he tried to attack me

“Again. I’m sorry for that, as you know I was just trying to keep this forest safe, it’s hard to trust humans after the attacks of Chaos knights.” I nodded, it made sense, even though I’m not human I still look human. Human enough to pass as one, other than the magic force I give off which he has yet to ask about thankfully

“I understand, I mean you do rule over this place, it’s your home. I understand wanting to protect something you hold dear.”

I really do

“You may stay, but may I ask, do you have something like that?” I gasped, feeling my face go hot, a nervous smile pulling at my lips

Wasn’t expecting that one

“I’ll take that as a yes?” He smiled softly, it wasn’t a tease, almost curious and sweet

I guess everyone has a soft side

“I-I…Yeah…” I muttered, glancing away and hiding my face with my hand, it was still awkward to talk about, the fact that I liked him still after all these years was crazy

He probably doesn’t even remember me anyway

I saw that look in his eyes, a look of curiosity, concern even, yet he didn’t question it, and I was beyond grateful for whatever reason it was

“Anyway…like I said, yes you can stay in one of those wooden houses down that way.” I nodded, seeing him gesture down a path through the lush trees and beautiful greens. “But I will say…if you see a younger looking fairy with golden wings…j-just watch out. She can be a little…mischievous for a lack of better words.” I glanced back up, curious yet confused, I kinda wanna know

Yet another part doesn’t want to know at all

“You’ll just have to see.” I sighed, of course he was being all cryptic

It’s never that simple huh?

“Nope. Oh yeah. There’s another boy, little taller than you, blonde hair, red eyes. I wanted to apologize just in case. He can be a little…closed up compared to the rest of us. He’s never been on to show how he feels.” I nodded, not to big of a problem, I mean I’ve dealt with some like that before. Tough outside, and sometimes a warmer inside

“How will I know who to look out for?” He began to float away, yet he looked over he shoulder one last time

“You’ll know. Trust me.” I glanced up at him one last time as I he floated away, leaving me alone

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I finally made it

Only took like ten minutes

Every house looks the same

Yet there adorable at the same time

I put my jacket on the hook behind the door, not afraid now that I’m alone, sighing as I sit myself down in the windowsill in the bedroom, the sunset setting a soft glow over the place. Grabbing a random book off a shelf

Maybe it’ll have some answers

I flipped the book open with a soft sigh, brushing the tips of my black hair out of my eyes

Maybe it’ll will have some answers

MY TEACHER THINKS IM CRAZY FOR SCREAMING IN HIS CLASS BUT I DONT FUCKING CARE

YALL THE RITUAL WORKED😭😭

OUR PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED

Benoic

“Lord Tristan.” I spun on my heal to meet the eyes of Becky, my maid. A smile drunken spilling across my face

“Oh hey.” A drunken giggle as I leaned against the wall, I was still giddy from that boy with the mask, the way he smiled at me made me wanna melt back into his arms

“C-Can I talk you Sir?” A glance around, “alone.”

I nodded, having to use the wall itself to make my way into the very hall I kissed those beautiful lips in, that very thought made me all smiles again

“You seem…giddy.” I nodded, laughing up to the sky

I’m hysterical

And drunk

“H-He had this blonde hair that wouldn’t stay flat but it didn’t matter, it felt so good in my palms. And how he smiled at me-do you know his name by chance? I never got I-“

“Yeah-“

“I unfortunately had to leave after mother called me, but do you think we could have him around again-“

“I’m sorry sir, I doubt that.” I tilted my head, leaning against the wall with one arm and a confused look in my eyes

“You didn’t see his tattoo?” I shook my head, someone as beautiful as that had no reason to taint their body with such thing

Although I the tattoo I hold on my shoulder says otherwise. I never chose it, a bluebell, inked into my skin forever, the more this conversation went on the deeper it seemed to go

“It was on the back of his wrist. Lord Tristan, he’s the spitting image of them, attitude and all.” I nodded along like I wasn’t confused, like anything she was spewing out made any sense

It didn’t

“What do you mean?”

“You never saw his face?”

“I saw a pretty face and kiss it, whatda want from me here?” She rolled her eyes

“I want you to pay attention, that wasn’t just some random guy.” I sighed, to drunk and annoyed to really care about who it was

“Then who was it? If it’s really that important.”

The silence was like a physical weight, she was never one to be quiet, always chatty, and I liked that about her, so it was odd to see her in such silence

“Becky?”

“That was Lancelot. From the Benoic family.”

I’m definitely drunk

“I-I’m sorry. I thought you said-“ I looked down at her, that look in her eyes said everything, she knew, and I think deep down I knew too

“No no.” That horrible habit I have of pacing happened again, up at down the hallway, running hands through my starlight hair. “I kissed the enemy in supposed to hate.” A groan, “and I liked it.”

“You liked it?”

“I didn’t know who he was okay?”

But for some reason I didn’t care who he was, I still wanted to taste those lips again, feel his hair in my palms, I knew this would be my downfall of anyone where to find out, but he’s such a devotion, a disaster I want to find myself in between to clean up the mess

“Tristan!” I met the deep eyes of my cousin, shaking me by the shoulders to snap me out of whatever quad running through my mind. “Have you seen the Benoic kid? Blonde hair, suit, kinda good looking despite me wanting to kill him.”

“Chion calm down! No. I haven’t.” He looked at me like I was crazy, if anything he was the crazy one here

He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh, mumbling something I won’t repeat. “Your father requests you stay in your room till we find out what his goal was.” A glare

“And the hell would I do that? It’s not like I’ve seen him.”

Lies

I’ve done much more then that

“It’s just for the night.” I rolled my eyes, pulling my jacket around me tighter, I never thought white looked good on me till he smiled, I’d say it was my favorite thing so long as he grinned at me like that again.

“Fine fine. But seriously.” A glanced over my shoulder, “It’s not like he’s gonna sneak through my window.”

Another lie

“Don’t joke about such things. Becky will be around if anything happens.” I found myself at the base of the states, a charming smile plastered even though I just lied through my teeth

What if Merlin swapped Tristan and Arthur? What if she said it was only because Arthur had to stay alive no matter what? And Gawain yells as Percy to heal him but it’s too late. Tristan already passed, Lance feels to many emotions to process and kills Arthur and Merlin for that they did

After he’s seen just sitting over Tristan’s body, the crack in the armor, he couldn’t stop himself from crying, he didn’t know how to feel. He felt undying sadness for his best friend, never ending guilt for his last words said to him using the Jade card.

He didn’t know how express himself, he’d lost to much, first Percy and now his childhood friend, and in that moment all he could think was the memories they’d had as kids and how he’d never get those back.

He leaves in a panic, broken, most people think that when something happens to someone he loves he would just go quiet, but he doesn’t, he cracks, and he doesn’t care whose watching. The only reason he was able to hold it together when Percival died was because he barely knew Percy. This is his friend he’s known since they could probably walk, they have memories that go on for decades. And he’ll never get that back