#killian wrightstone

I have to re write this like  4 times...sorry

Her heart  beneath her chest beated faster as she ran. Her breathing became ragged with each step she took, and her palm sweated with the idea of him. The idea that she’ll finally get to see him, to ask him; Why? She finally reached the empty hall that led to the yard, the place where they were standing, where he was standing. Her heels clacked through the castle halls as she got closer, his ear perked up as the sound became louder. His eyes, those glittering silver eyes raised up from where they were, almost as if they knew, and just like that, they met those of honey. Kyrius halted as she met his gaze. Her steps stopped and she just stared. Was he really this close? Her chest raised up and down as she tried to catch her breath. Her lips parted to say his name, those pale rose colored lips. 

“Killian?” 

Allen, called out his pupil to get his attention, Killian had suddenly gone quiet, the man was normally one of few words but this was different. His silver eyes were fixated across the yard and passed his teacher and his wife. That spot right behind them, the hall to the castle. Killian almost felt as though he was being pulled, his body didn’t move, despite the urge to leave them there and walk passed, to run right to where she was.

“Dear?” Lily called, as she patted her husband’s shoulder and brought his attention to the spot those silver eyes never moved from, and  there,  she found the figure of her daughter standing by the hall.  Allen might not have noticed, but Lily's crimson eyes shimmered with mischief and a smirk tugged on the side of her lips. Her gaze moving between her daughter and the former mercenary,  the look of awe and longing on her husband’s pupil’s face was nothing short of intriguing.  She watched them, noticing as if they suddenly had gotten lost into each other’s stares.

“HONEY BEE!!” Allen all but screams his dearest daughter’s nickname  for all to hear and Lily all but chuckles as she sees her husband run over to where their daughter stands. With less than a couple strides, he reached the blond and held her hand on his own  “I’m so glad you’re here! Come with us is a great time to celebrate” he cheered and as he did, he walked back to where he had left his wife and his pupil. Kyrius couldn't even fight it, something didn’t allow her to. 

Just as fast as he reached her, he reached his pupil and his wife but this time accompanied by Kyrius, his daughter. 

“I know you expend most of your time in Geffen back then but allow me to introduce you dea –”

“ – Killian..” Kyrius's voice came out before that of her father’s and he only blinked before he looked at the dark haired man who stood there, with no words, eyes as blank as if his own soul had left his body.  He looked at his daughter confused, asking himself how she knew his pupil’s name. For all he knew, they never crossed paths “ – mercenary..” Kyrius continued and it was as if a light went off on Allen’s head.

“I almost forgot, you recently contracted a mercenary, did you not honey bee?” he chuckled. “ You must’ve seen him at the mercenary guild didn’t you? Perhaps even tried to hire him, haha knowing him he refused huh?” 

She looked at Killian almost searching, asking for a response but his eyes showed no emotion, no reaction at all. Please say something. Killian's throat bobbed when his name came out of her lips and Allen all but slapped his back to elicit a response “Did the cat get your tongue Wrightstone? Don’t tell me you really refused? ” Allen asked and Kyrius looked in the direction of her father “Wright.. WrightStone?” she looked back at Killian as she said his given name, and he only bit his bottom lip. 

“No I.. didn’t, I- I rather forget I was ever called a m- mercenary, leave that part of myself behind, and be better”

His words were cut off and his stuttered once again came back fuck.. He cursed himself mentally, how come the moment he saw her again his voice had such a hard time coming out. 

“So, she did Hired you?” Allen asked and Killian cheek’s tinted ever so slightly and his head Shook

“N..No  – ”

“Killian…?” her voice cut  though his thought, so soft so gentle, he met her gaze but the hurt in her eye was unbearable, the glimmer of watery tears forming on her honey colored eyes, was too much to bear, so he looked away. What Am I doing? not yet, not like this… I’m sorry, Please.  Killian brought his hand into a fist and Kyrius's heart skipped a bit as his gaze pulled away. 

“D- do you know who I am?” She asked with a smile, gently still, calm, Such lovely voice, such lovely tone.

“Yo- You’re... My teacher’s daughter” he replied but he fought himself not to say anything else,  it wasn’t the right time. What was he to say in front of his teacher? In front of her father. 

“Is that all?” Kyrius continues softly, her honey eyes trying to meet those of Killian's silver. He couldn't take it, he couldn't do it, what was she expecting him to say? What could he say? He wanted to kiss her, but why would he? His silver eyes tried to come up to meet hers but her rosy lips tempted him. His hand grabbed hold of his folds and he kept his gaze on the floor. 

“S-Shou.. Should I know anything else?” Kyrius bit her lips at the response, as her eyes darkened but the smile on her lips never faltered, “I see” she mumbled so softly no one but her could hear what she’d said. Does he not remember me?.

“Aww come on Kyrius, stop smiling at him like that!! He’s weak, he has a problem with women and you're making him uncomfortable, no one can resist that smile, sweet child!’ Allen teased looking at his daughter and what he thought was his embarrassed pupil. 

Kyrius giggles and they all look at her, the way she giggled, the way she brought a hand up to her face to hide her smile and the way she looked up at the tree of them. 

“Right, I – I’m sorry” she said and Killian's lips parted,  but they closed up again, what was he to say? her face showed nothing more than a smile, the brightest smile he’d ever seen, but for some reason, what she showed him, what he saw was pain. 

Kyrius held in a breath to steady herself , and then let it go “ It’s  nice to meet you..Killian Wrightstone” Her voice cracked and she had to turn around, to prevent them from seeing the single tear that ran down her cheek “ C.. congrats… I guess..”. Kyrius turned on her hills faster than they could even get another word in and ran. 

While I’m posting My as well come with the next part, this only have  2 part didn’t see it fit to have 3 

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He stepped out of the guild where his teacher and master awaited him with arms crossed, the heavy cling of the clothe he now worn sound with each step, he looked up at his master’s violet eyes whom look back at him with a email 

“Good job Wrightstone” 

Killian looked over his hand still not believing he was able to pass his chivalry test this time, thinking back at how stupid he must’ve been back when he was a teen, or just how damaged he must have been not to care about anyone for himself. 

“Thanks…” Killian replied in awe, as he brought his hand up into a fist  not yet.. But a little closer. He felt the hand of his tutor hook his neck and he almost fell over.

“Alright let's celebrate!” Allen cheered, and  Killian managed to get away. It had become a habit of his teacher to hook him up like that. He tried to fix his hair as he pulled back, he had listened to his teacher’s wife and gotten it cute, and away from his silver eyes. He didn't’ have a way to covered his scared face, but Lily had said his eyes where his best featured. 

 “Don’t go overboard, I still have a long way to go”

Allen huffed, and crossed his arms above his chest “ You really can’t be thinking of taking off to become a Lord Knight so soon, what’s the rush?” Allen brow raise and Killian silver eyes looked up at the sky where the sun shine bright  

“The sun doesn’t wait for no one, so I got to move”

Allen chuckled, he didn’t know why but the man had been making way too many references to the sun in the last couple weeks. 

“Alright then, let's get back to the training ground , I’d like to reach out to my mentor so we can get you settle” 

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Kyrius was prompt up on her desk at her Prontera home, while going over some of her most recently acquired books, the mage guild had sent her a request for translation and she wasn’t thrilled about it. It wasn’t because she hated the job, she welcomed any request that was made of her from any guild, but this one was written in a language that was hard for her to grasp. 

She tried to reach out to some of her friends to help, but they were all occupied with other matters.  She played with the plume on her finger as she paid a little too much time to specific runes she couldn’t make out. A  cup of tea was place on the side of the desk and she looked up to find her familiar 

“You needn't lose yourself in work, you have bags under your eyes” Kyrius looked into his crimson eyes and saw worry in them. Before she grabbed a compact mirror she kept it on her desk.  “You needn't lie to get me to stop working” she restored as she put the compact down. The incubus almost but growled at her reposed, he was a little over protective of her at times

“I know you’re just worried , But I’m okay. My head’s been all over the place lately and I am having a hard time concentrating.. Can you send a word to my mother? I'll be needing access to the castle library.. There is  just a couple Runes I can’t seem to recognize” 

Chase nodded and with a swift motion he disappeared into the shadows. She knew her incubus would reach her mother faster than any courier she sent their way, which meant  she would have access by this afternoon at the latest.  Kyrius made sure she gathered what she needed and ready herself.  Her hair was prompted up in a ponytail with strands of braids that were tight from the front to the back and  her usual braided crown across her head. 

She made it to the castle. She wanted to finish this job as soon as she could, part of her didn’t mind it, but another part of her wanted to leave and go somewhere, where she didn’t have the constant reminder,  the constant looming desire to go find him. To show up at the mercenary’s guild and ask for him. He’d been gone since that day, and no one had heard from him. At least no at the guild

Within no less than an hour she got word back from her incubus, her mother was at the library for once, which was actually perfect for what she needed to confirm. So Kyrius made her way to the castle and once there she walked through the halls and into the double doors that  lead to the Castle library. 

“Hello Ms Keeper”  one of the guards greeted, she greeted back. 

“I’m here to see my mother” The guard looked at the woman up and down, the glimmer on his eyes evidently. She was used to those stares, they had scared her once, they had made her feel like an odd creature, made her retreat into a shell before. But she grew into those looks now, she grew used to the eyes that wondered her figure those who always saw her for the beautiful thing she was, and not the warlock in front of them.

 “My mother?” she asked again and the guard had to cough himself into reality.

“Oh right, Ms Lily is at the training guard, Sir Allen mentioned something about a celebration” 

Kyrius tilted her head to the side and blinked in surprise. She was used to her mother waiting for her to arrive, but if her father had called her out. Knowing how close her parents were, she knew her mother would pick him over all. Kyrius chuckled, a love like the one her parents shared was something  to cherish after all.

“Alright I’ll go meet them” 

Kyrius roamed the halls looking for her parents who somehow were more difficult to find than a needle on a haystack. “Where could they be?'' she looked around with books in hand   before she heard the loud laugh of no one but her father “alright! Follow the sound!” she grinned remembering a game they played as children where her father always lost because of his laughter. She reached the veranda and looked down to see if she could spot her targets, soon enough the lilac color of her mother’s hair caught her attention.

Words of wisdom from Allen Keeper

(still using my old pen table because i don't feel like turning on my pc and I'm on my laptop )

Allen: come on you know I will be the best wingman!!

Killian: stop trying to set me up with your daughter

ALLEN: You know you like her just say the word!

He may act tough but he’s a soft bean teddy  bear okay?

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“Mr Wright!  Good morning, will Ms Kyrius be having breakfast out on the terrace today?” he heard Cecilia,  the one maid who didn’t fear him, the one voice he didn’t hear last night amongst the others.

He did not look back to see her “ I don’t know, ask her yourself. I’m leaving” he mumbled, his face darkened as he spoke. Cecilia arch a brow skeptical of his words. She had eyes. She saw how he cared for Kyrius. “Are you sure you want to leave now? What about Ms Kyrius? Did you two have a fight?” she asked worriedly.  She’d also seen how Kyrius saw him. “ Nevermind her.  S-she’s fine, I’m  just.. leaving” she noticed as his gaze met the floor at the  mention of the blonde.

Cecilia explained to him about the room's arrangement as she did Kyrius and said he was free to go. He walked away and out of the establishment.  she looked worried, why would a man so infatuated as he was, leave without the woman he was  infatuated with. She walked to the backroom and saw her colleagues talking, more like gossiping she thought.  Nevertheless, she sighed and approached. 

 “Do any of you know if something happened between Ms Kyrius and the mercenary?”  they all shook their heads “odd.. He up and left just now.. It's the crack of dawn and there is no sign of Ms Kyrius?” she heard her colleagues snickered 

“Well, better that way,  I was wondering when would he stop being such an eyesore” one of them murmured “ next to Ms. Kyrius, of course, jeesh how dare he put his eyes on her” the other one  spoke, and  Cecilia frowned. 

“What do you all mean? Mr Wright brought back mis Kyrius in one piece, if it wasn’t for him who knows what would’ve happened to her” she spatted to her colleagues whose gazes lowered in shame “Just because he isn’t a knight or a crusader, or any other job you deemed worthy. Does not mean he’s a bad person, or a lesser candidate… At least Ms Kyrius doesn't seem to think so, she wouldn’t think  of anyone that way, and certainly not Mr Wright”. 

Her colleagues slumped on their chairs as they were scolded, Cecilia was right. What they did, what they said. It wasn’t something Kyrius would ever do, she wouldn't care about those kinds of superficial things. She was kind and caring to everyone, anyone. Cecilia sighed. “What if he heard you bunch? What if what you said made him think the worst of Ms Kyrius?”. The maids said nothing,  they just continued to talk amongst themselves. 

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It was almost high-noon  by the time the airship reached the city of Izlude. He was fighting himself about how he had just left as soon as the sun came out, and what would she think of him. But the maids were right, he looked over at his calloused hand and remembered how they felt holding on to her small delicate one, how he said her name so clearly, over and over again. He blushed before stepping out, he walked to the mercenary guild soon enough and Vera looked at him surprise 

“Oh! There you are, you rascal! You took off and said nothing!!” she scolded, but soon stopped, noticing the gloomy aura that surrounded the tall brawny man.

 “You look like you've been caught on a stampede of Savages. Sit, I’ll serve you food” he sat  and as she said, she came back with a trail filled with assorted meats. 

“So, did you take that ladies request after all?” Vera finally asked, he did take off the day she mentioned the blonde would depart on her request. At the mention of the warlock,  his mood seemed to worsen. She has no idea why. She brushed her hair confused.  “Whether you took it or not, it doesn’t matter, afterall you didn’t even brought a contract with you”

He took a bite of his food, he realized what Vera hinted at,  no contract no pay, no contract no obligation, and still he left, he went, he accompanied her. “It’s fine.. I don’t mind not getting paid for that job” Vera’s expression shifted, she’d known the man since he was a teen,  she was surprise when the captain of the Royal guard dropped him off, but he was a hard worker, and he was determined to work his way up, to earn as much money as he could. So it stumped her that he didn’t care about this  job, especially because the warlock was being more than generous. 

“Oh I get it” She mused, causing him to finally look up from his plate “ you fell for the pretty blonde didn't you?” Vera teased, not knowing  how true her words had been. He choked on his meal. She wasn’t expecting that reaction from him. She waved a hand in dismissal. “ what am I saying,  you’re the most awkward dude around women, even if you fell for the pretty lady, there would be no way you acted on it”.

He almost growled, remembering that he actually did acted on it. She acted on it. He slammed his pitcher down on the table  and her eyes widened. 

“ I’m going back to the dorms… Don’t bother me”

 Once again she was surprised. The man had spoken clearly to her, no stutter, no hesitation, his greatest source of teasing had been his stuttering around women, but now he had not stuttered. Vera crossed her arms intrigued, whatever he went through with the pretty warlock must've really done a number on him, she just couldn’t tell if it was for better or for worse.

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The scent hugged her gently, warm her up and kept her from getting up the bed, this scent that reminded her so much of her safe place, of him. She curled up in the bed hoping to take in as much as she could hoping to keep the remnants of him next to her, but the Sun had other plans. Her eyes fluttered when the sunlight hit the peak of her room and she sat on her bed. Hair completely unruly, curls popping out of everywhere in her blonde head oh hair, eyes partly open and her sleeping shirt falling off one side of her shoulder. “Killian..”

She mumbled realizing what that scent reminded her off, she held the sheet on her hand and brought it up to her face inhaling deeply as she tried to understand where that scent had come from, but there was nothing, she could not find a single trace of that spearmint and moss field scent that kept her up at night the one her Incubu had said was entangle with hers. She looked around the room, it wasn’ her home. She blinked a couple times to try and remember what had happened the day before. 

“It’s my parent's house” finally coming out of her sleep trance she placed her feet on the wooden floor, it was cold, it always was in her rooms, regardless of where she stayed. Kyrius tried to smooth out her hair with her hand before the shadows of her familiar came out of the corner. 

“Master” he called and Kyrius looked up at the tall figure of her familiar, long blonde straight locks of hair falling down his back, a bare chest and crimson eyes to match her mothers. She smiled “ are you in a better mood today my dear friend?” he reached  for her and tangled his finger with the lock that fell in front of her ears, gently proceeding to braid the side of her hair. 

“It’s my job to protect you, I owe no apologies to anyone, as to what methods I used to do so” he finished braiding the side of her hair into a crown that went across her head and a poring pin appear on his hand which he used to clasped the rest of her braid to each side of her hair. 

“I know” she whispered and as she stood up he was gone, disappeared the same way he’d came in, through the shadows. She grabbed her clothes that were waiting for her at the side of her door and freshened up before going downstairs. She found that the house was empty, neither Allen or Lily were in, and neither was the pupil her father kept. She sighed in relief, if her parents weren't there, it wouldn't be a good idea to stay alone with the man who’d caused her such distress, not once, but twice now.  She walked to the kitchen she knew her mother to make her favorite scones in the mornings,  when she stayed over, and she’d be damn if she left without one. 

Though as she approached the kitchen her steps came to a halt, stopping as she went past the back door,  but it wasn’t the back door she saw, instead the stand in which her father kept his swords. There was his and Saya’s Claymore’s. Her father only used the sword to train as he was partial to spears and polearms, and her sister was more of a broadsword lady then a simple two handed blade. But there was a third. Not a claymore, she didn’t recognize the sword, given she wasn’t a smith or a knight to know about them, but living with two, she’d seen her fair share of blades. This one through.  At first glance it looked like a claymore, but the hilt was black and it was embellished with golden accents. She had a feeling she had seen this sword before. And then there it was, again, that feeling of security and warmth and comfort. The scent of spearmint and mossy field surrounded her as if it lingered around her, as if it was part of her. 

A good soundtrack can make you do good thing

Mercenary For Hire chapter 10 is getting good