#to wander

I want to go Where nobody goes And free my soul to wander Free My Soul to Wander

The World winds paths all twisted An impossible, unwinnable maze But even its paths end I want to break the walls, the hedges Bordering Life's outermost edges And find myself where nobody goes

I want to know What nobody knows And free my mind to ponder Free My Mind to Ponder

Find the split off the road The fork where nobody goes And wander again off of that Take the least of lesser known roads The longest of longer deadends And dive into the unknown

His shipping ticket on his bridle,

Ate up his name and his address,

And in some warehouse, standing idle,

He waited till he like to died.

The moral hardly needs the showing:

Don’t keep things locked up deep inside —

Say who you are and where you’re going.

by Anonymous

Dear Sir,

I am aware that you may not know who I am, but I am writing this letter in order to beg for your assistance. Nine years ago, someone dear to me was kidnapped by a collection of fae, who scorched the earth in their wake. They have imprisoned him in a castle in the North Kingdom, for the sins of his parents, and no one has seen him since. I have spent nine years desperate to find a knight brave enough to face off against these fearsome fae, and I understand that you may be willing to help me in my quest. Few have been willing to help, and all who have, have returned empty-handed. I implore you to seek for the goodness within your heart, to help my dear friend. I miss him profoundly.

Yours, Niall Horan, Duke of Penworthy

Or, Louis Tomlinson, Omega Crown Prince, goes on a quest.

Words: 5644, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternative Universe - Kingdom, Fae & Fairies, Fae Magic, Kidnapping, Rescue Missions, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

the truth is, i wandered among the stars waiting for someone to call me home until they reached up, desperate to call me back - wandering hands and wandering hearts.

it’s funny, the word “wander”, to wonder, to wander, because I wonder and I wander all the time - to wander is not to know where you are going, it’s to take your time, it’s to explore the boundless wide boundary instead of shooting straight For the finish line - and I wander all the time because I get lost. i get lost in the silence of the sunset and the scudding budding clouds and the red-yellow-BLUE of the late days and early nights - over empty roofs and into abandoned streets only picked up by the faintest honks of rush hour traffic three streets over - or a few scuffed men racing trolleys.