#fcrgetfully

“So either way, you’re not getting me to take you to the Nether. Again, go home.” He spoke more forcefully, his voice edged with annoyance of the child’s persistence. Isaac just didn’t know when to stop, did he?

@fcrgetfully

“You’re going to the Nether?” Curiosity piqued even more so now, the young boy tilted his head at the shadow knight, eyes narrowed. No, it didn’t seem he was going to let this go. “I don’t think my mom would be happy to know you came here. You know, she’s the lord now. She has power.”

The expression he adopted was almost sinister, a mischievous smirk proving he knew exactly what he was doing and who he was getting into this with. He didn’t seem afraid at all.

It was rather early; the sun hadn’t quite peaked over the mountain yet so the small cabin and garden were sheltered in the cool, humid shade of the trees. Vylad was taking this pleasant period to work in the garden in peace, weeding the soil and planting the new seeds that would sprout in the winter months.

Alone with his own thoughts, he had lost track of time and looked up in surprise when he heard the front door to the cabin open. 

‘Even in its prime, it wasn’t that successful. From what I understood, the previous lord had no idea how to run a village.’ That was in stories he had long since forgotten, perhaps a little fresher in his older brother’s mind as the elder had now become the younger, but he knew that it was all in good hands now.

He ran his fingers along the tattered spine of the book on his lap, anxiously chewing his bottom lip at the latter’s ending comment. ‘I really don’t think the punishment would be that harsh, if there was one. Aphmau is a compassionate lord.’

And Gene had never done anything directly to her, had he? Well, sans knocking the woman out so many years ago when she had started unraveling Phoenix Drop’s past, but she wouldn’t know that nor have to.

‘There’s no cruel people there. And it’s not as if I would make you do it alone; I’ll still be here.’ It felt silly acting as though he was the older man’s parent, but the reaction, should it come, would surely be worse if he didn’t accompany Gene into town. At least they felt some sympathy for him and would perhaps be a little less distrusting if he vouched for his...friend.

A crack of lightning outside the window caused the shadow knight to buck off the couch by an inch, startled by the too-close sound that had likely struck a tree not far from the cottage. Despite all his healing he had done, which was a remarkable amount, loud noises didn’t sit well with him and he wasn’t sure if they ever would.

Fingers tightening in the blanket draped halfway off the cushion of the sofa, he pulled it over his lap and leaned forward to sit the book on the coffee table. Once more they fell into a lapse of awkward silence; personal questions felt too imposing and out of place for their relationship and yet, what was their relationship? Nothing felt appropriate or safe.

He wanted to ask if Gene was happy here, though that was a stupid question he no doubt knew the answer to, but then again, the elder shadow knight didn’t seem entirely too upset living here at this point either. They had become comfortable with each other, domestic even, in a strange way he wasn’t sure he wanted to acknowledge.

since crayola says so, yes