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Tommy doesn't remember much of his childhood.

Only a fragment of memories, houses burning. His mother holding him tightly as they ran into the dark forest. His mother's face distorted into a blurry mess, his brain unable to make out the features well enough to not be uncanny. He couldn't remember ever reaching the forest with his mother. A cabin high on the mountain tops. A lively town, hunger, and the merchants shouting out in anger as his feet carried him away.

He vividly remembered waking up under dirt, unable to move of see. A crushing weight above him. He remembered the panicked thoughts, wanting his mother, thinking this was his hell, for doing whatever he did in his life that was deemed evil. He had stayed there for God's knows how long, struggling to move and inch. As time moved along, he could breath properly, even with no oxygen. It was a wonder how he even got out.

So, covered head to toe in dirt, he walked.

He didn't have a destination in mind. Just wanting to get away from the grave he dug himself out of. To scared of what was. Soon, he past forests, fields of flowers, rounding mountains and villages alike, ignoring looks he got from those also traveling. His stomach growled angerly at him and his eyes drooped everytime he stopped. But he got up anyhow, continuing with his walking.

He stopped at a pond once. Looking dumbfounded at what he looked like. Flat, dirty hair. Eyes lost of his saphire blue now a dull blue, similar to storming clouds. His clothes dirty and worn out. Frowning at the sight he sluggishly started watching his hair, arms and face.

Once done. He looked again, his hair wet but now a light blonde with a ivory lock right in the middle of his bangs. Face now clean he looked better but his cheeks were sunken, and his eyes hadn't magically changed from the dull blue.

He sighed letting his head hang low. Humming thoughtfully. He stood, with a glint in his eyes. Deciding to go the the nearest village to get new clothes and such.

And so he started to walk again. The first village he had come across was abandoned, cobwebs littering the place. He checked the houses in hopes of finding anything useful.

Wrapping himself in a brown worn blanket from one of the houses, he settled in the library, reading the book titles thrown about haphazardly around the room. He curled in on himself, laying on his side, passing out before he even thought about it. Using a worn out bag as a pillow.

He blinked a bunch, sitting up. Well- attempted too. Moss and roots wrapped snuggly around his legs and partially around his stomach. His face scrunched up in confusion. What? How did this happen?

After a bit of struggle his had his hands freed, pink indented lines along his arms. He let out a sigh before blinking dumbly at the root in his arm, a small leaf growing from the root. No blood was coming out so he opted to leave it in for now. Making quick work to free his legs he stood, stumbling over black dots edging his vision. He mumbled out curses, his legs feeling numb. He made his way out the library.

He blinked his surroundings looking different then last time. Trees had grown around some of the collapsed houses, moss overtaking the wood and cobble. He looked at the library he slept in to see a tree basically growing around it. He wondered how the whole thing didn't collapse. His hair reached his knees, leaves and earth tangled in it.

Unfortunately he had to abandon the blanket. Nonetheless Tommy started to walk, holding the old bag in his arms. The shirt and now shorts doing the job well enough.

It took a few days to reach a large bustling village. He looked at the buildings as he stumbled along the cobble pathways. Looking around at the looks he got, he took great care not to run into the people surrounding him. After a bit he moved to a shop that was displaying clothes.

Upon entering the shop, a bell rung out startling him. He muttered under his breath looking at the bell. His village only ever used them for emergencies and attacks.

"Hello!" The shop keeper spoke, in a language he couldn't understand. "What can I get for ya?" The shopkeeper continued, looking him up and down with a look he didn't understand.

Staring blankly at the shopkeeper, he opened his mouth the speak, only to have a coughing fit. When was the last time he spoke? Let alone see another person. He tends to move around villages. The shopkeeper appeared- he didn't even know they left. They held a cup for him to grab "drink"

He took it quickly drinking it down. The shopkeeper speaking quickly but not focusing on them. He sighed heavily after finishing the cup. He smiled at the shopkeeper- well tried too. His face not moving from a frown to a smile at all. He touched his cheek, confusion written all over his face.

"Uh, ya need somethin' boy?" He brought his attention back to the shop keeper and nodded despite the confusion, hoping they could help him. He gestured to his worn and torn clothes, tilting his head to the side "new clothes- please" he stuttered over his words- unsure if he word be understood at all. He wondered how far he walked exactly.

The shopkeeper looked confused but nodded, possibly knowing what he wanted, it was what the shop is. He went back to the back collecting clothes just about the boys size. Coming back out just as quickly as he left.

Tommy was just staring at the wood floor waiting. A bit after the shopkeeper came back holding an arm full of clothes "I think these are around your size" they smiled kindly. Putting the clothes on the counter they gestured to the clothes then moving back to a stool.

He nodded, dispite not knowing at all what they are saying. He picked the clothes at random, picking a dark green short sleeve shirt and brown shorts. He moved closer to the shopkeeper holding out the clothes he chose. They looked up from the project they were doing and smiled.

They held up seven fingers "that'll be seven silver" tommy nodded dumbly, fumbling around in his bag. Frowning, he held out five Diamonds, taking note that he was two short. He opted for the shirt snatching it and placing the diamonds on the counter. The shopkeeper aggressively shook their head, taking a diamond and pushing the rest back at him. Soon placing fifteen silver along side the diamonds.

He looked back and forth between the shopkeeper and the currency, confusion written all over his face. Hesitantly, he grabbed the change, staring right at the shopkeeper. He smiled at the lady, more it ending up in him baring his teeth at the shopkeeper.

In the end he stayed with the shopkeeper.

His time with the lady was nice. Her name was Clara and she taught him his to sew and patch up tears on clothes. He was taught to smile again by her. He learned to make fabric albeit he was fairly bad at it. He's sure he'll get better.

He more often then not stayed indoors, only going out for errands and such. Staying seated against the wall, sewing away. He found it relaxing in a way. Repeated motions as time passed by.

Like that time passed by him quickly, Clara having growing in age and him staying the same.

He didn't even notice at first. But the worried glances Clara threw, make him nervous.

Then she sat him down, cups in hand. He had been with Clara for years at this point. With a nervous smile and a tight grip on his cup he asked "is there something you wanted to tell me auntie?"

Clara smiled warmly, worry written all over her face. With a soft sigh she began "Toms. I-" she stopped suddenly, thinking over her words "I'm worried.." he tilted his head slightly, confused.

"You.. you ca-don't a-change dear" she spoke slowly stuttering over words, unable to find the right ones. She had always been one to joke around more often then not, serious talks few and far between.

Tommy was even more confused then before "I don't know what you're talking about auntie.." her smile dropped, a concerned frown replacing it.

Then she continued "boy.. you don't change." She repeated, continuing before he could speak "you stay the same, young. Sure your hair grows and such but you don't age." She ranted slightly with a huff "im just worried for you Toms.." she sighed combing through her hair "I'm.." she bit her lower lip in thought. He always thought she should stop that bad habit of hers.

Tommy begun to understand where she was coming from. The townspeople always asked if he was a grandson now, instead of a brother. He blinked, suddenly seeing how old Clara was. Gray hairs blended together with her ginger hair, the lines that came with age creased her face, showing up weather she smiled or frowned. His breathing hitched at the new light he saw her in.

He stood suddenly, stumbling to a mirror they kept for customers. With unblinking eyes, he touched his face. He looked the same. His face hadn't changed at all. No maturity that showed he had grown. His hair was tied neatly into a low ponytail. His eyes having more of a childish glint in them instead of the stormy grey he last saw them as. Someone was speaking but he didn't pay attention to them.

Blinking, he was sitting by the table, Clara holding his hand with both of hers. He frowned, his brows squinting together in worry "auntie..?" He sounded raspy, as if he hadn't drunken any water or spoke for the whole day. Clara broke out of her thoughts, pulling him into he tight hug "good heavens you ok..." She whispered, tears brimming her eyes.

Not knowing what was wrong he hugged back "I'm sorry" he immediately responded. His head was still sorting out his memories appearently because he couldn't recall what put him in that state.

Clara sighed a smile forming "its fine dear." She moved to push a cup of water in his hands "here. Drink" she practically ordered. He gratefully took the cup downing it in one go. Even when Clara told him to slow down.

He sighed placing the cup on the table. He his thoughts came spiraling down on him. He took it more well, not spacing out in the moment. But his hands shook, his breaths begun to speed up. He hugged himself, eyes widening "a-auntie.." he stuttered tears welling up in his eyes. He reached for her with both his hands "I-I don't wanna lose you.." he practically whispered. Clara in turn frowned, pity in her eyes. She pulled him into a hug, as he sobbed out loudly.

"I don't want to be alone" he practically yelled out as sobs shook his body.

Clara had silent tears streaming down her face. She wished she could do more for the boy she practically saw as a son.

But she was merely a mortal who took in the boy without knowing. She didn't regret it, gods no. She whispered soft nothings, as Tommy cried his heart out, finally knowing his curse.

Her heart cried out for the boy who was bright and caring.

Tommy ran the shop now. Clara far older than before. She couldn't walk very much anymore, her limbs frail. His grip tightened around the fabric, his brows furrowed together. Nows not the time to think of that.

His hair had grown longer. He decided to keep it long, it the only thing that changes frequently. His eyes were duller but not as much as before. Having the world crashing against him was awful. He stopped eating after the newly acquired information about himself. That only worried Clara of he slowly began to eat again after he heard her crying one night.

The way relief washed over her put him to ease.

He stitched fabrics together with a steady paced hand. He was focused on this current project for a customer that was coming by today. He had to finish it before they came. He slowly began to mutter the progress under his breath. He hadn't noticed the bell ring out.

"Hello?" He was startled at the new voice. He fumbled a bit, cursing under his breath "just a moment!" He yelled out, carefully placing the finished clothing and rushing out to the front of the shop "yes? How can I help you" he spoke politely with a small smile on his face. He always enjoyed speaking to others but didn't do it often.

Tommy sat infront of a lump on the ground, his eyes puffy and red. A grave his head supplied as if he didn't know what it was. There was nothing to indicate who's it was but he knew. He wasn't the one to bury them, others thinking he was far younger then he was actually.

He sat there for what felt like forever.

It was ten night's before he finally stood. Clara wouldn't want him to not care for himself he thought. And so he silently walked back to the shop.

He looked around the shop and saw memories of what was. His lower lip wobbled as he looked down. He couldn't stay here. He moved to grab a bag, filling it up with necessities, only stopping to think over objects that held personal value.

In the end he only took two things that reminded him of Clara.

He moved to get out of the house that held so much love from the two. He stopped at the front counter, looking at the paper. He bit his lower lip in thought. They had already payed, and are expecting something. He quickly made up his mind, placing his bag on the counter and moving to finish the unfinished projects.

It took him a day and a half to finish them, without breaks. He sighed combing through his hair, pulling at knots with a grimace. He moved to place them on the front counter, writing notes in his messy handwriting. He carefully folded the clothes, placing them along the counter with a note on top of each of them. After writing one asking for the place to be cared for he grabbed his bag and went out the door.

It's fine. He can always come back he thought. And continued his long awaited travel without a destination.

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He hadn't expected much from the man he met in his travels.

The mans name was Philip but preferred being called Phil. He was dressed in dark greens and blues. He spoke of floating lands, gods that wander the earth, gods that granted blessings to who they favoured and rumours he's heard from kingdoms he's visited. Tired eyes, and a soft kind smile. Philip joined him on his walk. The man never spoke of family after he said he did not remember much. Tommy only having Clara.

The man was happy to fill the silence with stories and myths. A few days after Phillip joined him on his travels, he begun to speak of his travels. Little bits of burning villages, the flower fields and the sweet smells. The man listened with a spark of curiosity in his eyes. Never interrupting, or pushing him to continue when he stuttered to a stop.

Nonetheless Tommy began to enjoy his company. Enough so that he spoke almost as much as he did with Clara.

One night he asked "do you have a family Phil?" Cutting off the story Phil was telling. This suprised the man greatly, his eyes widening. His mouth opened then shut, his brows furrowed together wondering what he should say.

"I did" he settled with, looking intently at the fire "a brother and a mother" he smiled, his eyes glossy at the mere mention of the family member. Tommy tilted his head "what were they like?" He urged lightly.

Phil smiled reminiscent "my brother was always causing a ruckus" he mumbled "always able to lend a helping hand" he sighed closing his eyes and leaning back slightly "and my mother. She was so kind, pretty and, somehow always knew where I was" he chuckled before letting the silence grow. Then he looked at him "how bout you?" He spoke almost in a whisper. It was as if he hesitated at the question.

Tommy, on the other hand smiled full of warmth and joy "my family.." he suddenly frowned "I.. don't remember my mother very well, don't even know my father. If i had any siblings or not." He stopped looking down before continuing "I was alone for a long while." Then he started to smile, one that brightened the room if not just slightly "then I found someone willing to take me in. She taught me to smile again." He laughed out, it dying out before it sounded finished "to be honest I was living on a thread before her."

Phil hadn't spoken up so he continued "her name was Clara. She lived in a large ish village in a clothes shop" he sighed looking back when he was just learning how to speak in a language he didn't understand. And learning how to sew "she left me one day, age catching up with her." He mumbled "I.. I couldn't stay there after that.." he finished off with.

It was silent. Phil taking all what the boy shared in. Suddenly taking a sharp breath he spoke "I'm sorry for your loss" he looked at tommy nothing else to say. What else could he say? After what the boy went through?

Tommy let out a hoarse chuckle staring at the dying fire, eyes glossed over "bah! It was a long time ago!" He shrugged it off laying down "welp! Imma take a nap!" Not waiting for an answer he promptly rolled over, shutting his eyes. He was pretty sure the older man was worried anyway, always sleeping after and and waking before him.

Man he should really sleep more often.

Just as sleep took hold if him, he heard the other speak. Just barely above a whisper "all that and you're still so young.." he couldn't help but let out a huff of a laugh "I'm much more older then you, Phil" he spoke, sleep slurring his words and fogging his mind before he finally fell.

The next day Phil was quiet. This in itself was odd as he usually spoke of his stories and all that. Had he finally run out of those tall tales he spoke often of? He stole a glance at the older to see them deep in thought, fiddling with the only jewelery they had on there being. A small golden chain that he wore as a necklace. It looked like their would be something that hung off it but there was nothing.

Letting out a heavy dragged out sigh he spin around getting infront of Phil. Putting his hands on his hips he spoke "is there something bothering you? You look like you would walk into a tree" he waved his hand around with a smirk on his face.

This in turn started Phil out of his train of thought. Letting a smile slip into his face "well I've been thinking on what you said last night" Tommy's face fell slightly. He doesn't remember what he said. He quickly put a smile on, tilting his head "oh? Mind reminding me what yours truly said to be oh so important?"

Phil's eyes widened ever so slightly before he cleared his throat, covering his mouth with his fisted hand "er, well. You spoke of you being far older than me?" He stared at him, his eyes squinted in confusion.

His breathing hitched, caught in his throat. He had grown paranoid of the possibility of someone he didn't trust knowing. His eyes widened.

Does he trust the man infront of him..?

Of course he does! He was kind enough to accompany him on his travels. He bit his lower lip in thought. Phil's waiting on him for an answer. But what if he- no. He's sure Phil is a kind soul. He sighed before smiling at Phil who grew worried as the seconds past "hey are you.."

"Well- I haven't told you my name, huh?" His smile grew strained "I'm tommy! And well, I'm immortal"

He didn't know what to expect from telling Phil this. He certainly didn't expect this. After the whole reveal scene he continued speaking of his travels, although he spoke fairly quickly, walking even faster then before. It was as though he was having a hard time processing the information he gave. He nodded along with a smile on his face, no longer weighted by the truth on his shoulders. Though he decided to keep a distance, just so that his death wouldn't hurt as much as hers did.

His steady pace faltered ever so slightly, the thought leaving him to stumble. He quickly adjusted though. Letting out an awkward chuckle as Phil stole a glance at him.

It was safe to say that Tommy never delt with bandits.

So apparently when he told him to keep watch, he meant that literally. The older man dodging an arrow like it was second nature. Tommy on the other hand, got hit right next to his heart, nearer to his shoulder.

This left Tommy unable to help, pain seizing up and down his arm and chest. The worst he's got was a root growing into his arm, and he was asleep for that(somehow). He groaned, gripped at his shoulder, the arrow between his fingers. He choked up blood, the liquid dripping down his chin as he coughed.

Fear. The fear of dying immediately rooted itself into tommys heart, wrapping it up in its darkness, growing with every siezing shock.

Something aching and moving around like it tried to heal itself with the arrow in it. The feeling itself felt awful, like worms or maggots in rotting flesh but you could still feel. Not saved by ignorance, or numbness. The blood itself poured like there was nothing holding it at all.

Tommy felt sick. Tommy felt like puking. Tommy felt so nauseous that he couldn't see or hear anything around him properly. Everything either buzzing or moving in fast blurs that switched colours as fast as they moved.

He didn't know how he was awake anymore. Was he awake?

Tommy woke with a harsh, raspy gasp. Causing him to choke and start into an aggressive coughing fit. Quickly with shaking hands, he reached for his chest. With a shuttering breath he saw that he at a scar. One that was as white as his ivory lock.

He frowned at the sight. The thing looking quite odd, far whiter, like someone erased part if his existence. He's never gotten a scar before, so why now?

Before he could think on more of that topic the door opened, showing a lady was red hair. It seemed like they didn't expect him to be awake, seeing as they dropped the tray they had on hand. Screaming out, and stumbling back, right onto a wall.

His eyes widened, also stumbling back and falling onto the floor coincidentally. Hiding behind the bed he peaked from behind it, questions racing through his head. Is she going to hurt me to? What does she want? Where am i? Ones that stuck out most to his head, deeming them important.

His eyes narrowed at the still shaking lady, even as guards came by to see whats the commotion about. He let out an odd sort of hoarse growl, a simple warning.

It was obvious that the blond didn't trust the knight and maiden with even a strand of hair. Tommy using the bed as cover in war. The knight had raised their hands in surrender, not that Tommy knew what that ment, they had traveled alone after Phil, rounding kingdoms thus somehow avoiding bandits that surrounded the entrances and exist.

It was probably Phil that brought them here, him not willing to get here alone.

He never met any people that held bad intent only the bandits and he didn't even said a word to them. Safe to say he was in a frenzy, in a stance that spoke that he would bite them if they took a step closer. Yet he stayed behind the bed like it would help in this situation. The knight didn't seem like they didn't know what to do, just standing their with their arms raised in surrender.

Soon enough they took off their helmet that hid their face. His eyes widened at the action, long pink hair falling down as the helmet was removed. The action eased him, knowing the knights face. They looked odd, like one of the creature's his auntie told him about. The man had red eyes and a bored look on his face. The more he stared the more the other looked uncomfortable.

He wondered if the man also had pointed ears.

"Vampire." He practically blurted out, like a statement voice hourse still. Eyes trained on the knight before him.

The knight blinked "heh???" Suprise took over his features but left as quickly as it came "'m not a vampire kid" they grunted, their hands no longer in that weird thing he was doing. One hand holding their helmet by their hip. They also had a wierd accent. He noticed four pointed teeth. Even more then his own.

He pointed at them "vampire." He stated once again, dispite his sore and dry throat.

The knight groaned dragging a hand down his face "'m startin to regret my actions." Nonetheless the knight mumbled something to the maiden and they went off to do whatever they where told to do.

Tommy on the other hand let out a light, strained laugh. As if he was holding it in. He still didn't know where he was but the man was funny.

"Name." He asked for from the knight. He honestly didn't know why he was using one word each time. Maybe it was that his throat hurt? Or maybe it was because he only ever spoken to Phil? It has been about 50 summers since he left the little shop. And he met Phil only recently only about 48 moons if he counted correctly.

The knight in question shuffled in place, armour clanking together at some points "'ts Trickshot." He spoke with finality, as if he was going to leave afterwards. Tommy frowned at how it was said but continued on.

Pointing at the knight named Trickshot he spoke "nice." He stated that as if the other would know what that ment.

Trickshot's eyes widened at the spoken word "wha-" the door opened after ignored hurried footsteps. Phil came in, bared in different clothes from the greens and blues, now it was just blues, with more little details of snowflakes and ice. The sun hat now replaced by a crown jewels similar to those he held in his bag. The whole other outfit caused him to grow confused. Phil held with him a cup of water as he made his way to Tommy with a smile.

"Tommy! I'm glad you're awake! Alive and well." He smiled, muttering the last bit. Holding out the cup towards Tommy which he gratefully took he continued "I'm sorry, I thought you'd dodge that" the man looked down at his hands, sitting on the bed as Tommy sat on the floor chugging the drink in his hands.

Once done he carefully placed the cup on the floor looking at Phil, ignoring the other in the room so he could speak properly "It's fine, but why are you dressed like that?" He tilted his head, staring at the crown, the thing being gold with emeralds and diamonds embedded around it.

Phil smiled eyeing the other in the room "I may have holding information on me away from you. Its not as big as your little secret, it is mine" he sighed before continuing "I rule over of this land, making me king"

It took a minute for the words to process over Tommy's head, the blond blinking dumbly at the man.

Then it crashed. He stood quickly, backing up from the man just by a step "wHAAAT?!" He yelled out, eyes widened. Phil laughed at the reaction, raising his hands in that dumb way Trickshot did it "I can explain everything, please calm down"

Once settled down the king had in truth told him everything. From the being king, to his family. Tommy in turn not speaking as they explained. Simply nodding along, watching for any little indication that they where lying through their teeth.

He found none.

He didn't know what to think of this.

He had befriended a king though his travels without even knowing. He paced the room, thoughts swarming his head like a storm. Making a sudden stop, he turned to the man still in the room.

"Wait a darn second." He locked eyes with the king "why were you traveling by foot? Could you not carriage? Why no knight by your side? Only the baring the sword on you hip? You never bought out gold or diamonds or even silver!" He gestured wildly as the king listened quietly through his tangent, a cup in hand.

The knight seemed as nonchalant as ever though. Standing by the door way with his helmet back on.

Tommy narrowed his eyes at the king, awaiting for an answer. It didn't take much waiting on the factor the king smiling "I don't really trust word of mouth. Plus I enjoy wandering my lands, even further if I have the time. If I had a knight that would cause suspension with those I come across, and I usually spend my silver on the towns I first visit"

The blond didn't expect that answer. He didn't even expect an answer to begin with. Tommy gritted his teeth, turning away his head in thought.

Then he huffed "guess I could take that as an aswer." They muttered out to the king "but why? Why speak to me? I ignored you for a while you know" he stared down the king, suspension aready making its presence known.

The king smiled "it seemed like you needed company"

Tommy blinked owlishy at the other "what-"

The king cut them off before he could question "I have a proposal for you Tommy." He started off with "I'd like for you to stay here with me." They stated with a light in his eyes.

"W-what?! Why?" The knight also seemed caught off guard by this statement "my kin-" the king quickly shushed them "do you not want to stay? It is ok if that is."

Tommy didn't know. Tommy thought greatly of the king before him "no- no. Its not that, its just. Last I stopped moving was with.." the name of his auntie was left unspoken, leaving the king to connect the dots.

The king frowned at the realization "I'll be with you as long as I live, of course you may leave whenever" they kneeled, bowing their head to tommy "you my friend, are practically a wandering god. It would be most wonderful if you stayed with me."

Tommy looked down at the bowing king, biting his lip. Soon enough he broke with a sigh, he kneeled down, placing a hand on their back "you need not do that." Then he smacked them "and don't call me that! We both know I simply do not age, or die- I do not know about sickness though." He hummed as Phil laughed, now standing.

This is probably fine.

"What do you mean by practically a god?"

Oh-

Tommy sat on the railing of the balcony not worried by the height of it. He wore different clothes, closer to the style of Phil's but without all the detail lining the fabric.

He stared blankly at the starry night sky. The thing he's seen a bunch of other times. It changed a smidge as time continued. He wondered how long it took for the little things to travel.

"If you continue sitting there your going to fall" Phil's soft spoken voice reached his ears

Tommy laughed "don't worry, I'm always careful!"

Phil had grown older, showing how long he stayed with the man. He was topped with his crown, a ball continuing behind them. He often didn't like the nobles, being far to snooty or smug for the immortal.

It was the first ball he attended while on his stay with the king. He wondered how long he'll stay here. How long his friends will live. How long he's got left. Was it 40? Or even less? He's pretty sure he could visit Trickshot every so often if he-

Now's not the time to think about that.

The two friends sat in content silence, watching the night sky.

Phil pushed a cup towards the blond with a smile "I got you something to drink" he spoke, holding another cup in his hand. He took the cup, nodding in appreciation before taking a sip.

He let out a sigh, holding the cup inbetween his hands. He counted the stars, absent minded before stopping "I've heard you had a wife." He stated factly "if I may ask, how did she.. how did you two meet?" He changed questions, looking at Phil, who was looking at the gardens below.

now in thought "well, before I was king, i was allowed to travel wherever I can." He started of with, looking at Tommy with a kind smile "I usually traveled by foot, it bought me joy nothing could give at the time. Then I met a girl, this girl was dressed in dirty clothes, long black messy hair and eyes the colour of the starry night sky." The kings smile dropped

"She was sentenced to death in accusation of being a witch." He traced the edges of the cup, eyes glossed over at the memory "I helped her out of that situation, learned her name, and brought her home. My mother did not mind this fact only asking to watch over her" he chuckled at the memory "Kristen was her name, I learned she was the same age as me"

"I took care of her for two years before she confessed her love. I ended up crying at that, I will not lie" he full out laughed at this statement, Tommy to invested to even join in "a few years into my role as king she fell ill after baring a still child. She- she didn't last through winter, medication much harder to find during the season." He choked over the words, tears brimming his eyes but not falling.

Tommy frowned at the kings sadness but didn't stop their crying. Merely placing a comforting hand on their back.

"The death of a close one will always hurt." He stated once the other gathered himself. He stared up at the stars "my heart breaks when I think back. Back to my life with Clara. I question why am I like this. Why I stay alive like the stars above. I never wanted this, to be what I became." He spoke above a whisper "you know, I barely even notice the changes, just a white lock with my blond hair. Clara was the one to tell me actually. I broke for a while, then I pulled myself together for her." He laughed, head now hung low.

It wasn't very long before his head snapped up, smile evident "anyhow! Lets go find Trickshot! They said they have something for meEe!" His voice sounding cheerful, the king dropped the topic. He thought of the words spoken as the blond dragged him along the room, searching for the knight.

Letting out a quiet gasp, he made his way to the knight, smile widening as they approached "Trick!" He beamed at the other. Trick had in turn brightened ever so slightly at the other "hello Tommy." He nodded their head in greeting.

Tommy was hopping in place "isn't the room decorated marvelously?!" He spun, Phil now smiling, a bit to the side "well I'm glad you like how I decided to decorate the ballroom Tommy" Trickshot in turn nodded, not much of a speaker. Mostly one to listen to the conversation popping in every so often. Tommy didn't mind that of course, he's usually the same when alone anyway.

He'd bow dramatically to the king "well of course king, you are ever the gracious one." Nobles murmured about him, not that he cared much about gossip.

Phil smiled nodding at the action, much more cautious. He had an image to uphold after all. He thought being king seemed like a hassle.

"Yes indeed, I had you in mind when I thought of the decor" the king nodded once again "you are who this gathering is for after all" Tommy blinked in surprise "wha-huh?" Phil grew confused "I had talked about this with you before?"

Tommy looked down in thought. He vaguely remembered Phil speaking to him but didn't know about what. His face grew redder "ehm- I maybe wasn't listening-" Phil bursted into chuckles, patting his head "it is fine, as long as you are having fun"

Leaning into the hand he nodded with a smile "of course Phil!"

Trickshot cleared his throat drawing the attention to himself "uh-" he fumbled a bit before pulling out a large-ish letter handing it to the blond "here, since it is yer big day an' all" he spoke awkwardly, holding out the thing for Tommy to grab.

Tommy did so, with careful hands "thank you" he sincerely thanked, opening the letter. Inside was a disc, the inner circle painted white and purple with the words "mellohi" on it. Tommy squinted at the disc, confusion written all over his face.

"Its a music disc- it plays music through a jukebox" Trickshot was looking to the side, rubbing his neck "you seemed like you enjoyed when the choir sang, 'ts not the same bu-" Tommy hugged them before they could finish "thank you, thank you so much." He spoke, voice hushed to just below a whisper.

Trickshot smiled, a small and gentle thing "your welcome, Tommy."

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A decently sized room that hid trinkets and random bits of fabric sat near th king's sleeping chanbers. Maids and servants whisper of a boy with a beaming smile and kind words.

Said boy was in the room, with the desk a mess and the bed even messier. He denied the servants help with cleaning long ago, finding he could find the things he needs as is.

Tommy hummed along with mellohi as he worked through fixing his pants, the jukebox playing the disk. The knees having been worn out by him falling over while training. Trickshot had an odd way of teaching but he didn't mind, only annoyed about the whole stance thing.

Usually the blonde would wander the castle and speak with the staff occasionally but he had different plans today. He felt stuck- or more so trapped. So he decided to take a little trip. He smiled at the thought of wandering the lands again. Of course he'd miss the castle but he could always come back!

He quickly changed, his pants now having blue square patches on the knees. He clasped on the cloak before snatching his bag. He moved to exit the room, eyes shining with wonder. He never really entered other kingdoms but he was eager to see how different or similar they looked.

Walking down the hall, getting glances from the staff that he paid no mind too. He wondered if he should tell Phil. But shrugged the thought off deciding to just leave. Phil always did that anyway. Sure he stayed more often but every time he's left trickshot was left with the workload including him.

Phil was still his friend of course, he'll always lend a helping hand whenever. Plus he still has Trickshot! He gasped silently. Should he start a farm? That seems fun! He hadn't noticed trickshot following after him, the knight being out of armour as he was off duty and all.

"Tommy." Trickshot spoke, stopping Tommy in his tracks. Spinning around he smiled widely "tricky! My friend!" He was sure he wouldn't mind if he left for a little bit "ya need somethin'?"

Trickshot glanced at his bag before back at Tommy "where are you going?" Tommy in turn chuckled "i was thinking of going to the nearest kingdoms!" He smiled at the other, unaware of the knights thoughts.

After the silence when on for a bit to long he cleared his throat "i will be coming back! Of course" he nodded mostly to himself noting how trickshot relaxed just a bit. He kept in mind to not be too long on his journey "oh." Was all trick said although he looked to be searching for the right words "ok. How long will you be gone?"

He blinked before looking up in thought "i don't knooow.. i was hoping around a year tops, seeing how long it'll taking by foo-" he got cut off "you, you should take one of my horse's." Gaping at the suggestion he shook his head "ehhH- I don't knoow-"

"It'll be faster travel-" he was already being dragged along "'sides i already 'ave one in mind" Tommy chuckled and nodded along "alright" he picked up his speed so that he's not stumbling along "but hey! Atleast i know how to fight! Thanks to yoOoOu!" He shoved himself closer to the man with a smirk on his face.

Trickshot huffed at the others antics but didn't shrug him off, Tommy's smile widened at the win.

They stood infront of a particular stall with a brown horse with white spots littering their body. Tommy stared fondly at the horse he had lovingly named clementine. Trickshot was already moving to saddle her up and ready for travel. On the other hand Tommy was worrying out loud about all the cons.

After clementine was ready trickshot slapped a hand over his mouth "sh. It's fine. You know how to care for a horse, I'm sure you got enough of a brain to remember to tie em before sleepin'" he huffed removing his hands after his statement.

Without a thought Tommy squawked "I HAVE SO MUCH MORE BRAIN THEN YOU!" Trickshot let out a chuckle patting his back "..sure." Tommy in turn screeched out in offence, hitting an unbothered guard while listing off why he was so much better then the other.

It wasn't long before the knight pulled Tommy into a firm hug. A bit shocked he let out a chuckle hugging the other back "I'm not gonna be thqt long tricky" he earned a huff in response "you an' i both know you have the tendency to.. space out" Tommy let out a snort but didn't deny the statement. It was true, he'd not be completely present for entire days sometimes.

Either feeling like he was watching a play from afar or feel like he was looking through merky water.

It was more of to time skip in a way. He never intended to make it a habit when things got slow for him. Not to mention he can't learn. The bits and pieces slipping his mind if it wasn't important for tasks like fighting or sewing. He didn't know why he was like this but he never thought to deeply about the topic.

Soon enough he pulled away a bit reluctant "anyhow, i should leave before the sun sleeps." He smiled, practically beaming to the knight.

Trickshot let out a huff sounding moreover disappointed "be sure to write." Tommy groaned bit nodded "of course of course. I'll try to make my writing... Comprehensible." He nodded mostly to himself "try your best. Your current writing looks exactly like chicken scratches."

Tommy huffed smacking Trickshot's arm but again didn't deny it either. He himself could barely read it after a few days. Phil had laughed up a storm when he learned this fact.

Perhaps he should actually practice his writing.

A few days have passed since then. Tommy was surrounded by trees with leaves turning, changing colour and falling from the branches. Winter was slowly making its way through the days. Making the air cold and icy.

Letting out a light sigh he was slowly making his way to the village, one that was small. Most he could tell was it was mostly surrounded by fields of vegetables. A line of houses made a road, only one shop. The rest of the market was the people, making trades between eachother, speaking almost comically. It made Tommy feel out of place.

Nonetheless he continued on, food running a bit to low fo his liking. And so he hopped off clementine and approached one that looked to be a farmer with his dirt covered pants and sun hat although he could be mistaken"excuse me?" He spoke lightly, a smile widening across his features "do you know where i can buy some bread?"

The farmer turned to him with a neutral expression and nodded once "yes, the shop by the wheat field." Quickly nodding in thanks he made his way to the shop, holding the harness.

Tying clementine to a fence he stepped inside, the smell of freshly baked bread and sweets wafted around the room. A bell rung signifying his entry "I'll be there in a moment!" A boy called out startling him a bit. He decided to take this chance to take a look around. The place looked simple. Trays of sweats or bread behind the desk, the walls were a light tan, wood forming triangles on the walls. A window sat beside the door with green accents around.

"Hello! How may i help you?" The boy had appeared, or well he wasn't really paying attention. He quickly shook his head "hello, i was hoping to buy some bread?" He pulled out his pouch, smiling to the boy. He seemed a bit young to be a shop owner "oh of course! What kind? How many?" He nearly stumbled at the quick questions "uUhm-" he cleared his throat looking to the side "something that'll last long and four loafs please. I don't really care for taste." He chuckled.

He isn't really picky and enjoys most food. The boy who appearently owns the shop looked a bit spaced out then he snapped his fingers "already! It'll be done when the sun sets"

He nodded said his thanks and decided to wander the little town. It was nice although the townspeople shied away and whisperrd among eachother, creating a rather awkward moment. It felt as if they were speaking about his and it certainly looked like it. He quickly shrugged the feeling off continuing with his stroll.

Mumbling out kingdom names and traveling routes, he didn't plan on sleeping just yet, even if his arms and legs ached. Reaching clementine he smiled widely at the horse, pulling out one of the few carrots they had. Clementine gobbled the vegetable up much faster then he anticipated startling a laugh out of him. Petting the dear horse he lets out a jumble of words in a high pitched tune. clementine on the other hand, lets out a rather annoyed sounding huff, butting into him.

Then something cought his eye, well more like someone. One who had fluffy chocolate brown hair and oddly coloured eyes. This didn't get his attention but the way he dressed. Brightly coloured clothes that practically made the person pop. They looked confused. Eyes literally swirls, he didn't know why that is. He never saw magic, he guessed this is what it was.

And so filled with curiosity he approached the colourful person with a kind smile "hello! Are you traveling too?" He started off with because he obviously didn't beling with the townspeople staying away.

The other seemed startled at he interaction as he kinda jumped at the conversation starter. The other stared at him for a second, before his eyes flashed with recollection "oh! Uh- hello there! Ehm y-yes i am" He spoke with a wavering voice. Tommy then adjusted to sound more welcoming "ah, where to?" He tilted his head at he other who was staring at him like he was gobsmacked.

Tommy cocked his head a bit to the side, confusion now appearent in his expression "aree you ok si-ir?" Tommy cursed internally at his little misshap./p>

He is a bit short- he thought with a snicker "yes! Yes! I am, its just, i sometimes get headfog an' all that you know how it is" they sighed. He in turn nodded in agreement.

Silence envelopes the two. Clearing his throat he starts of a bit awkwardly "soo, if yer traveling around the same direction as me, want to go t'gether?"

The man seemed startled at the offer but smiled "sure! I don't really have a destination in mind so I'll just follow you"

Tommy them beamed, smiling widely "oh joy! It's been a while since I've 'ad a traveling partner!" He paused for a bit before starting again "I'm Tommy by the way!"

The man dressed in odd clothes smiled, nodding at the name "I'm karl!"

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Karl has been a fun one to travel with, although a bit strange.

swords chashed against eachother.

When the silence stretches the man would start mumbling odd little things. Sometimes he could understand if he listened enough. Most of the time is incoherent jambles of appearently his odd little metal thing around his wrist.

When they speak its about the day and locations. He said that he couldn't remember much most of the time. He even kept a journal for this and even showed him. He couldn't understand a bit of the writing inside. He could make out odd shaped but thats it. He blinked at the first page, confusion written plainly across his face.

Karl laughed at his expression, dismissing the worn-out book with the wave of his hand.

Tommy and karl were nearing the kingdoms gates now. With both walking it had taken longer to reach although he didn't mind that fact. Karl was a joy to travel with, his peculiar appearance and even odder personality it wasn't very boring. Though the guardsmen seemed suspicious of him.

He couldn't really put it past them, pigment being hard to conquer. Hell even his pants where loosing its already faded out gray-blue. Nothing he could do about that though.

"Tommy? Are you alright?" Tommy blinked back to reality, noticing that they were already past the gate. Infact they were well into the kingdom, what was it called? Essipee or something. He quickly nodded "of course! Just had a lil time skip" he had taken to calling his little detachments to reality time skips.

Karl ahh-ed and nodded along "alright then" and dropped it at that. Soon after the short silence the conversation started up again "we should find an inn!" He nodded, hoping to find a filling meal. He had been giving karl his meals during the extensive walk. Meaning his stomach was currently very angry at him, the feeling of a knot twisting tightly. Usually the hunger pains stopped after a while but karl offered little food every so often not enough to satisfy, it was his fault for getting enough food for one being.

He sighed at the twing of ach placing a hand of his stomach causing karl to let out a fit of giggles "you really are hungry hm?" Before he could reply they continued "thats probably my fault, deciding to tag along bearing no food to offer" they sighed slumping forward slightly.

Quickly shaking his head, hands waving along "no! No! You have been a delight!" He smiled, looking forward "honestly this is the first time I've been alone in a little bit" he sighed rubbing the back of his head "gods, i traveled for days and nights once." He hummed "that may have been a bit unhealthy"

"That is very unhealthy! You shouldn't stay up for long periods of time!" Karl nagged, worry written all over his face. Tommy bursted out laughing, nodding "yeah yeah"

He entered what looked to be a inn, seeing the sign above the door "lets see what they have yeah?" This particular inn looked to be mixed with a bar, bottles lining the wall behind the counter. There was a little area for the keys, underneath the bottles from what he could see.

Running along the battle field Tommy couldn't catch his breath.

"I wonder whats to eat" the bright man hummed thoughtfully "oh! I hope they have beef stew!" He quickly chimed in "i quite enjoy eating that with bread" he practically drooled at the mere thought of the stew. Karl laughed out at his expression, doubling over.

"They probably will, its pretty easy to make, is it not?" He sighed at this "the chefs back where i stayed made it look long to make, I don't ask for it often" he chuckled.

His one friend on the battle covered his back while he covered his.

He blinked, he was already sat infront of his plate. It was beef stew. Brows furrowed, he stared at the stew. Something feels off. He snapped his head up to his brightly coloured traveling partner.

He was nowhere to be seen. That doesn't make sense, there was a bowl of food where he would be sitting. Maybe he.

The pained scream of his partner brought him back to reality. He didn't know why he timeskipped. There really was no reason to. His one friend shouted, now nowhere near him. He whipped his head to his voice. Only to loose him among the screaming crowds. His eyes scanned the area panicked.

Then he spotted him. Thigh cleanly cut, the thing reaching his kneecap and nearly reaching his hip. An enemy knight just about to finish him off. Without a second thought, he pushed forward with speed his didn't know he possessed. Slashing the iron sword down on his enemy his ankle and knees hurt but payed no mind. He made work to tie cloth around the wound, the patient hissing in which je winces before moving to pick the child soldier up. Toby is going to be okay, he has to be. He turned to where he knew the camp was. The air smelt like smoke, explosions that gave us the upper hand still rang clearly in his mind. He knew their would be casualties, why did this hurt? 

The wolrd sped passed him, only thinking of helping his only friend.

+you still have Phil!+

Something in his head spoke. The thing was barely a whisper but it was so clear among to swords and screams that it made him jump. He whipped his head to the side, taking a glance around. He continued on, at the pained noise toby gave out. He was close, the fighting slowly ceased as he left the battlefield. 

He made it. He sees the medical tent. The thing being larger then most tents. He quickly entered the makeshift room, the fabric pushed aside. It was already crowded, the ones handling the injured being the ones who taken them from the field. Toby was quickly taken from him and placed on a cot, the makeshift bandage removed. One of the medics in charge also hurried to place him on a cot. Confusion lingered. He wasn't hurt, at least not life-threatening. He scanned his body, finding he was littered with shallow cuts. When he gazed on a cut each of them stung. The medic made work to wrap him up, the bandage being a clean off-white, slowing turning red in certain places.

Once done he made his way beside toby. He stared at the boy who willingly came in the battlefield on his own. He wouldn't even be here if it weren't for Phil needing his help.

Phil. King Philip, he didn't know what to think of the man anymore. War had changed the man considerably. The man was now deathly afraid of leaving his castle, paranoia shown with his tired wide eyes. He spoke of the opposing sides king being a horrible man. He held a mage hostage, a rare thing to see. Mages being all powerful and all. He wouldn't let Trickshot out of his sight.

Appearently they're going to try to negotiate with them. He wonders how thats going to turn out.

Toby groaned out, eyes fluttering slightly opened. He leaned closer "are you awake?" The brown-haired boy in question, had his arms, torso and leg covered in bandages, his tigh being more tightly bandaged. A bruise was placed beside his jaw, a wet rag placed beside it.

"Uh-huh" his voice was scratchy, like he hasn't drunk water un a while. A wooden cup was placed beside him. Grabbing the cup. He held his out for the boy to take. With shaking hands, he gratefully took the cup, chugging the liquid down. He ended up coughing at the end, in which he patted his back.

Toby sighed, laying down. He always wondered why he became a soldier at such a younge age. Maybe he took the place of someone he loved? Or he had nothing to live for. Possibly for the small pay that came with being a soldier. Thats if you live, otherwise it goes to your family.

"I'm sorry." Tommy apologized. He didn't know why, possibly because toby got hurt. He could have covered him. He could have died. And still could possibly die. He knew how deep cuts can turn infected, shallow cuts even.

The boy just laughed out weakly "why are you apologizing? You did nothing wrong"  his eyes lingered at the ceiling of the tent before turning to him "I.. i couldn-" he was cut off "besides! You saved me, i could have died if you hadn't stopped em" toby rambled, arms twitching, like he wanted to wave them around, gesturing but the pained expression told him it hurt to move at the moment "you did what you could at the moment, and thats all that matters." He finished off humming.

Silence envelopes the two, the medics and injured being the background noise. It stayed like this for a few minutes. The two enjoying eachothers company. Then Toby spoke "you know, I have a sister. A few years younger then me." He blinked at the information "I don't exactly know how much younger then me." He laughed "we never really celebrated our new summers, so i forgot" he huffed out going silent for a second "Tommy, can i ask you for a favor?" 

He felt his stomach twist into a knot. Nonetheless he nodded, back straightening up.

"Can you please, meet my sister? She's a lovely girl, I'm sure you'll love her" he smiled and he nodded "of course, you'll have to introduce me yeah?" He nudged to boy ever so slightly, a smile failing to make its way on his face. He didn't like this, this felt like a goodbye. Toby will be ok, he will be. He got him here in time.

He was at the castle, walking along the corridor. He had been told to come back here, by the king. A servant was leading the way. He barely paid attention, thoughts of what happened to his friend lingered in his mind. The sight was aweful.

They stopped by the throne room, right infront of Phil's office. He faintly smiled at the memories of the place.

The servant quickly announced his arrival before scurrying off. Leaving him to enter the room. Phil sat behind the desk, tapping nervously against his ring. Once he was spotting the chair screeched at being pushed as the king stood. He smiled at his friend, greeting them with a slight bow "hello oh dear Phil!" He waited for the response.

Looking back up, worry was written over his face "are you ok Phil?" The king looked ragged, in a way. His hair was a mess, and there was bruises under his bloodshot eyes. His crown he usually wore with pride was nowhere in sight. Phil sights, rounding the desk, heading to him "Toms.. I'm so sorry." He practically whispered once he was infront of him, head hung low, hands grasping his cloak "please forgive me, my dear friend, i-i had no other choice, it w-was all he wanted, all he asked" he rambled, whipping his head upwards, staring into Tommy's eyes "you will do this for me right? You will right? You have too!" He spoke words of a mad man, making him step back. But the king following in his steps.

"Phil. Get yourself together" he narrowed his eyes at the king he saw was falling apart. This never happened before. The man being okay after the many wars he had to take part in. He didn't know why this was any different. He grasped his hands. Holding them together "take a breather" the king took a shakey breath, somewhat calming down.

Tommy smiled "there we go! Now please tell me why do yu apologize" he kept his expression and voice calm, keeping alight smile as he stared at Phil. 

The man in question sighed, his hands still in his "the king of essempee, said that he would cease this war if he were to have you." He spoke, sounding defeated. A lump in his throat choked him up at what he was going to say. He took a sharp intake of air, letting go of the kings hands. He didn't know what to think.

#what a horrible friend#

He flinched, both at the voice and hand placed on his shoulder. The hand in question quickly left. He looked at the king. Hate and confusion in his glare "why? I HELP YOU!" He yelled out, taking a step forward. His hands were curled into fists, knuckles white. The king didn't even back away. Frustration made him impulsive, him raising his hand above his head. Before he could hit the king he stopped, growling in frustration, and turning to stomp away from the king, not leaving the room.

"Couldn't you have at least ask me first? Am i just a product to you?" Betrayal made itself known, stabing him in the back, his friend holding the sword. The king looked older. Older then has he ever seen him. Grays blended with blond hair, the lines of age traced his face "please" the king begged "this is all i ask of you." His head was still hung low "you'll never see me again if you want to."

Tommy glared, before sighed, his stance loosening up quite a bit "fine, for you, who was once my friend." He agreed "give me a second to gather my things." With that he walked out of the room, leaving an old king. Making his way down the hall, he found his room easily enough, the castle halls being ingrained into his memory. Once he entered his room, he saw how clean it was. His scrap fabric placed somewhere he didn't know. His jukebox sitting by his untouched bed. He wondered if he could take it. The music player being quite heavy. In the end he decided to take his disc's, an older cloak that had little designs at the bottom and his sewig box, that was gifted to him by Trick. With that, he left his hood over his head, shadowing his face.

A servant appeared, telling him to follow him, they swerved around halls, going outside. He was leaving today? He thought he'd have a few days at least. There was a carriage. He narrowed his eyes at the sight of it, tappig the servants shoulder "excuse me, am i leaving today?" They quickly nodded which he sighed at. He only just arrived, can't he have a day atleast. Plus he left his bag in his room "I'll be right back." He whispered to the servant, turning to run back to his room.

About halfway there he ran into Trickshot, bag in hand "oh good, i didn't miss you" the pink haired man hummed "you forgot this." He held out the bag. A servant had just caught up, huffing "I apologize but you must go now sir" he nodded at the servant, grabbing his bag before turning back. 

After a few steps he turned around, hugging Trickshot tightly "I hope you try to visit dear friend." He whispered "sorry, i know you hate hugs" he moved to let go, but arms wrapped around his shoulders "I'll write letters." A bit shocked he laughed before nudging him a bit "watch the old man for me" what he said to the king. It wasn't really true. The man still had carved a spot into his heart.

With that he walked back, Trickshot following along as long as he can. Appearently Phil had locked him in a room. Once at the exit he hugged the man again, before walking out. The carriage door was opened, the shades opened. A man waited inside the carraige.

Hesitantly entering the carraige, he sat stiffly near the exit. The other sat at the other side, right in the middle. A veil covered his face but he could still see his smile "hello, i am Exdee."

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Tommy narrowed his eyes at his now current king. Something in him told him to be weary of the man infront of him. But still, he nodded his head once "it is a pleasure to meet you." He hesitated for just a second before giving his name "currently I go by Tommy."

He wondered why he didn't just wait to meet him at his kingdom. He looked out the window, having pulled aside the curtains. Watching the buildings pass by. He felt eyes lingering on him. After a few minute he turned to the man, expression soured "is there anything you want king?" He hissed out king mockingly.

The king, after a second shook his head "no, no. Just curious is all." Tommy raised an eyebrow at this, prompting the king to continue, even if he couldn't see his face with the way his hood shadowed his face and a bandana from his friend on the battlefield covering the bottom half of his face. His eyes almost glowed under shadow, appearing almost white.

"It's not everyday I have the pleasure of meeting an immortal" the king spoke casually, leaning against the seat.

He blinked, mouth gape. It took a second but he sputtered "i-immortal?! Me?" He laughed out, easily lying through his teeth. The king stared at him, seeingly in thought. With a sigh he leaned forward, getting closer to him, which he didn't appreciate at all "I hope you aren't lying to me, you won't like how this ends." Like that, a knife that shined, detailed with designs he couldn't see had sliced across his neck, cutting a hole through his bandana and blood oozed from his neck, coating the fabric around in red.

It had cut deep enough for him to choke on his blood.

He grasped at his neck, trying to breathe through the blood somehow. He had nearly flipping forward trying to curlin on himself. With his oxygen cut off the worming feeling had already started, slowly, agonizingly healing the cut. The blood he had lost slowly made it way back into his body, just enough to be stabilized. The process had happened so many times but he still wasn't used to it. It left him exhausted. His bandana, clothes had been stained by his blood, a line of red trickled from his lips.

"My, what a sight" Exdee clapped. He barely reacted, exhaustion holding his limbs still. He leaned against the door, eyes half lidded. Still he glared at the man, who seemed quite happy with himself. The man tilted his head "you may rest if you'd like, it is rather a long journey" he looked outside as he suggested that he'd sleep

Tommy huffed at the suggestion turning to look out the window he's uncovered. Sleep edged him to close his eyes but he refused the attempt, the little trust he had on the man smudged to nothing. They were steadily passing by tress the houses and kingdom a little past.

A person dressed in bright colours caught his eye. This quickly got his energy back and he promptly opened the door and jumped out. The carriage was going fairly fast, causing him to stumble and fall. 

"STOP THE CARRIAGE." The king shouted, now poking a head out the thing. He payed no mind, running to the forgetful man he knew, who continued his trek to the oddly named arctic kingdom. Once he reached them he reached for them, but didn't touch them "karl?" He looked the same, which wasn't surprising, last he's seam him was about 5 years if he counted correctly.

The man in question turned with a hum. He smiled, not minding the king making his way to the duo with his knights "do you still remember me?" He questioned, not minding if he hadn't. He wondered how he kept his clothes so vibrant. Karl squinted his eyes, staring at his person. His eyes looked different then what he remembered, more cloudy, it seemed to swirl into a circle, mimicking a pupil.

Finally, after a quick look in his worn journal recognition flashed across his face "Theseus!"  He paused. Didn't he use Tommy for karl? Maybe he forgot. He was enveloped in a hug "its been a long time hasn't it?" He nodded returning the hug then before moving to let go. Karl didn't let go, seemingly focused on something else.

He then whispered something he couldn't understand "run as soon as you get the chance." The words he spoke sounded so serious, something he rarely heard from karl. It was so out of the blue he nodded against his neck. After that the man let go, acting so if he hasn't said what he said. It threw Tommy through a loop but he quickly composed himself as karl rambled about his travels, him humming along. The king cleared his throat, silencing bright traveler "I truly am sorry but we have a long way to go, and I'd like to head back as soon as possible" the apology sounded sincere to his ears though karl seemed to think otherwise.

Tommy gave a single nod, embracing his friend again muttering quite see you soons and asking him to visit whenever he gets the chance. Once over he waved at karl jogging back to the carraige where the king was already walking back too. He kept his eyes on karl while he waited for his turn to enter. Karl checked the odd thing wrapped around his wrist with a face full of worry and anxiety. Once they start moving the king spoke up "quite an interesting acquaintance you have there." He started up a conversation Tommy didn't want to start.

Nonetheless he nodded, a soft smile "yeah, he's great. Although a bit of odd at times" he didn't speak any more then that. With that he brought his attention to trying to clean the blood staining his bandana. He wonders why karl didn't question his still appearance. He stared at the man until his was but a speck, and only then he looked ahead.

At the corner of his eye he saw the king staring, clearly in thought "what?" He stared back, not so much of a glare now that he met a friend he hasn't seen in a while. He felt rather at ease at the moment.

"That man, he called you Theseus?" He hummed. Tommy squinted at the king before turning "that is one of the names I've used a while ago." He conceded. Exdee hummed thoughtfully, a hand curled under his jaw. He smiled, turning to him "i quite like that name" he lightly praised. He raised a brow at that but shrugged "you can use that for me if you'd like" he turned to look out the window "I think i will" the king agreed with a nod.

With his unease now at bey sleep decided to edge him. This time he decided to let it. He just hopes he doesn't sleep for like a 100 years. He could still feel roots grown into his arms.

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Waking up in a room he didn't recognize instantly set him into a frenzy. The panic that settled in his veins made him shoot out of the bed, stumbling away from said bed staring at it like it caused him great pain. 

The bed itself looked well made, aside from the blanket he's messed up. He narrowed his eyes seeing he's completely changed. Even his bandana was replaced, his eyes snapped to the door that creaked open. The king entered the room, stopping when the bed is empty. Much to his dismay he was quickly noticed by the man.

"Oh, there you are" his face was no longer covered by a veil, he was dressed somewhat casually, now crowned "for a second I thought you ran off" he chuckled, walking a bit closer to his area. Tommy narrowed his eyes at the other "where are my clothes? Who has changed me? I did not give you permission to do such things!" His blood boiled as he took a step forward. He didn't wait for any response before continuing to yell out "my bag. Give me by bag." He then demanded with a hand stretched out. His brows were scrunched together in anger.

Exdee in turn sighed. His expression was now no longer blocked by his vail. After a second of silence he spoke up "the maids are currently washing and fixing your clothes. Your bag is hung by the door. I have not dug through it" he went to said bag. After handing it to him he started again "I do apologize but you were quite dirty" he finished. 

Tommy who was now red faced, held his bag close, peeking in before nodding, still he glared at the king "yeah I was dirty, bloody because of YOU." He jabbed a finger on their chest. Exdee nodded with a guilty look "yes and I'm deeply sorry. I did not think a head" this surprised Tommy much so that he sputtered out.

He huffed looking to the side. He thought of what the king has done to gain his distrust. He asked for him, its what Phil said. Also he sliced his neck. He did lie, but that was for his saftey, gods knows what happened when a crowd witnessed his head reattached it his body. He rubbed the scar left from that experience. He turned his attention back to the king "you are not forgiven" he huffed.

The king nodded at the declaration "I thought as much. You don't have to forgive, what I have done was, is. Horrible" 

+He's making it preeetty hard for you to hate, huh?+

_New to the stream!_

He opened his mouth but no words popped into his head. physically deflating, he let a defeated sigh, straightening his hunched back a few pops being heard "you make it very hard to be angry." He stated, his voice deadpan "alas, I'll just wait till you die. Or something happens, things are always moving an' all that" he gestured vaguely.

Exdee tilted his head. He always seems to do that "that is quite morbid to say. Sorry I make it oh so hard for you to be angry so" he held a fisted hand to his chest, turning his head to the side, leaning back dramatically "that was my intention" with that he stopped his little act. Tommy tried so hard not to laugh but a sort of stifled chuckle came out. He covered his mouth looking to the side. Taking a quick second to recollect himself he cleared his throat "so, is there anything you need lil ol' me?" 

The king tilted his head again, always with that head tilt "oh, I didn't ask for you, king Philip offered you to me for his kingdom." Adjusting his stance to lean more on one foot "of course. I've already made up a little plan for you since you were given to me." Tommy couldn't hear the man. His sight fell to the floor, thoughts flying through his head far to quickly for him to put enough thought.  His hands curled tightly into white-knuckled fists. Everything sounded muffled, his anger and rage blinded him

Quickly he needed to let this anger out, where? How?

Before he knew it he was trashing the room, the chairs first to be broken. He heard a muffled voice but ignored for his rage. Someone restrained his movement but not enough to immobilize him. The bed was a mess, to cushions were thrown across the room, side tables and shelves were not left untouched. His own blood stained little areas but he paid no mind. 

And then he was held down, someone was on top of him, who was it?  He tried to get them off. The light worming feeling could be felt in his knuckles, and his leg. He seized to a stop. The ache and gods-awful feeling of the feeling he has yet to get used to made him still. 

He blinked, the anger having simmered down to but a candles flame. Mind you his arms were still restrained. He heard a sigh "are you back yet?" Exdee stated. He narrowed his eyes, looking right at the king "I am, now can you please release me?" The worming feeling was still present causing him discomfort. Exdee stared at him for a long minute before standing up. Tommy sat up, rubbing his arms. 

He scanned the room just to find it a mess. Instantly guilt for the servants washed other him. Then he decided "no servants are allowed in my room." He stated. Leavig no room for an argument "ok" the king, Exdee agees easily. With that settled he eased down, his rage no more. He looked at his knuckles slowly heal. It was faster then if it healed naturally, fast enough you could see the skin slowly building on itself. But it was odd. If it wasn't life-threatening it would slow just as it was about done then there would but no scar, not like the white marks left behind. His blood continued to drip, not scabbing over until there was pink new skin. And then a layer of hard skin would be there, as if to provide protection from any more damage, after that it literally just fall off, or disappear he didn't know, he never really paid attention to this.

"My, what an unusual sight." He flinched, moving away from the king who seemed alright "I'd suggest not destroying your hands" he offered the advice which he huffed at "it's fine. It'll heal over anyway" his hands were taken into anothers hold "I see you discomfort in your expression, you shouldn't feel like that all the time." He rubbed the side of the busted knuckled with gentle hands "plus its bad to be injured all the time." Exdee stared at the healing knuckle with something curiosity along with something he couldn't pick up in his abnormally green eyes. 

Tommy was rather stunned at the reasonings of staying uninjured "o-ok" he sputtered out in agreement. He pulled his hand close to his chest, looking away. Exdee smiled, at the unaware blonde before clapping "well. I have things to attend too, when you get settled I'll show you around so you don't lose your way." He placed a hand on Tommy's head before heading to the door.

"W-wait-" he spoke, hesitant words filling his clouded thoughts "yes?" The man turned, looking at him "uh- can I have a jukebox? I know there expensive and all bu-" he was cut off "expensive? They're not all that costly merely in the lower hundreds." He blinked at this information, but Phil said that- what? "-iads to deliver one here when I get a hold of one, will that be fine with you Thes?" He nodded, having the basic of what he said. Exdee smiled "good, I'll be on my way now" he nodded, and he left.

When the mortal left he looked around his room again, seeing the mess. With that he started cleaning up the mess he made in his anger.

Waking up was a pain of in its self. Having to get out from under the bed otherwise he'll get dragged out by the feet. If only he was a tree. They have to do nothing, just sit in the sun all day long. Then get chopped down to be either fire wood or a house. He sighed at the odd thought, rolling out of under the bed. Staying an the floor, he stared at the ceiling wondering if he could just fake his death, only Exdee really knows he's immortal in this maze of a castle. 

Besides he's not all that special, just a never-aging person. He traced the corners of the room, maybe he could try sleeping a few hundred years again. He blinked at the thought before continuing on. He wonders how the future would look like. Maybe there would be a way to reach the moon.

With that he stood, quickly changing into some other clothes. Done with this he scurried off out of his room, his face covered with a piece of wood, carved to fit his face. It blocked his vision quite a bit, the holes a bit too small for him to properly see through. Yet he wore it anyway, his face isn't one he enjoyed. Nor was the scar that rounded his neck. Easily one could tell his head was chopped off. So he wore a bandana.

Walking out of his room, he casually made his way outside. It's been a mere 3 days since he's been brought here. Exdee has been, surprisingly kind. He wasn't what he expected, coming to know the king via the gossip that spread around bars and party's. It confused him. Maybe it's when war is about. He's seen king Phil during war. Its not to far off.

He exited to castle, now in the garden. As a enjoyer of nature he quite often was found lingering around the place. He strolled up to a rather big tree before pulling himself up with little to no struggle. He climbed a little higher before settling on a sturdy branch. He hummed, wondering what he would do today.

He blinked, now inside the castle, appearently baking biscuits. He began to panic, not at all knowing where he was at. He squinted at the dough, before deciding it was ok. Rolling out the dough and cutting the shapes he thought it was a bit to crumbly but that was ok. With it in the oven he flopped onto the floor, not minding the pain that came with.

A chuckle came from what he assumes is the exit. He lazily looked up from his spot on the floor, his head just barely off the floor. It was Exdee, dressed up more then he usually is. Even his veil was on. He slowly stood up, acting like he was splashed with a potion of slowness "greetings my king." He greeted with his words spoken in a light manner.

The king nodded in acknowledgement "yes, hello thes" he scanned the mess he unknowingly made in his time skip mode. With a bit of embarrassment he attempted to cover up his mess with his cloak, scooting a bit infront of said mess.

Exdee frowned at this movement, his stance straightened up. Something squirmed in his gut but he held his ground. He couldn't keep his sight at the king, it falling to the ground. The king walked closer, stopping infront of him. He could see his shoes. With this Exdee spoke in a soft quiet tone "Thes.. you don't have to hide anything from me, alright? I won't mind." He grabbed his chin, making Tommy look at the king. He could barely see his eyes, the veil doing its job quite well.

Tommy nodded with a smile that felt rather awkward on his face "of course my king." He agreed easily enough. The words didn't feel right but this was his king. His new king. This didn't seem to satisfy the king though. Exdee scoffed, pushing his face away a bit harshly.

His stomach churned at the action, yet the words spoken felt soft, sad "I thought you trusted me." He sighed, muttering a bit before continuing, placing a hand on his head "I am so sorry. I am a bit impatient" he chuckled weakly "I forget some things sometimes" he sighed, tapping his chin "maybe I shouldn't come to you after a meeting.." he thought out loud.

His eyes widened "no! No! It's fine, even if you are a bit angry!" Exdee was a usually busy most of the day. Hearings, meetings, and all of the sorts. Exdee, was admittedly the only person who spoke to him in this castle. And he wasn't allowed to wander far from his room because in Exdee's words 'you do not know your way yet. And I do not want you wandering into something you don't want to see.' he didn't really understand. He's seen a whole lot during his years.

Ew, that made him sound old.

Pushing that thought aside, he wondered if he should keep Exdee at an arms length. He blinked at the hand holding his cheek "Thes, something's bothering you, what is it?" The tone of his voice reminded his of his auntie. Oh, how he misses her so. He shook his head, in turn pushing away the hand "it's nothing, you just-" his voice cracked. He quickly covered it up with a cough "you mayybe remind me of my auntie" 

The words felt awkward coming out of his mouth, like something he wasn't to say outloud. But this is Exdee! This was the only time he's gotten a bit angry. Even Clara had gotten angry. Though they show anger very differently. 

"Oh, is that so?" Exdee hummed as he nodded "yes, it's.. a bit nostalgic" with a second of silence he shook his head aggressively, mentally shaking off the feeling. Edxee nodded "well, I don't know if that is a good thing or not," he'd cut him off "it's a good thing!" He spoke with gesturing hands "it is the way.. hm, how do I say this?" He rolled his eyes, tracing the corners of the walls "it is the way you speak, the way you have a rather stern way of talking, although you are m- are kind" he sighed "sadly she died around 70 summers ago." 

Exdee listened silently, and continued to be silent after he finished talking. It made him feel like he did or said something wrong.

#oooo, he's mad at you! He's mad at you!#

He whipped his head to the side, caution causing him to reach for the side of his hip, only to remember he didn't have his sword with him. He blinked before letting his arms fall to his sides. 

+You scared himm D:+

The voices always sounded like it would be beside him or behind. It made him get a slight headache when they sound so clear. So shut up.

-rude much-

#yeah you've finally acknowledged us!#

+Ok!+

$°new to the stream!$°

Tommy huffed at the sudden loudness of voices that popped into his head. He was a bit concerned what the voices entailed.

"Helloo! Tooommyy?" Flinching at the hand waving right infront of his face, he looked at the face of said hand, which was Exdee. Tommy tilted his head "yes my king?" The colour in the room felt dull for some reason. And the colours kind of blended. Oh gods, is he going blind? With that question his vision refocused.  Exdee looked rather concerned "are you ok? Do you need to rest for a bit? You look rather ill." He leaned a bit closer "you haven't been skipping nights or meals have you?"  Exdee bombarded him with questions about his little daydream? Probably.

While it was true he has been skipping meals, that probably wasn't the case. He shook his head at the suggestion that he should rest "I am fine my king! While it is true, I may have skipped a few or so meals, that isn't what is bothering me. Nor am I ill, I haven't been ill in a long time." He finished. It was rather hard to hear his voice.

Exdee hummed "you shouldn't be skipping meals. It is bad for your health" he scorlded lightly before continuing "what is bothering you?" He questioned with a gesture of his hand. Tommy blinked at the scolding, it's not like he'll die. He huffed a bit at that "well, I have been having a little problem with thinking and all that." He spoke nonchalantly. It wasn't a big deal, not at the moment anyway. It acted alot like his timeskips, forgetting the world around him and all that.

"Thinking? What do you mean?" He urged him on to explain more. He felt hesitant. It wasn't something he saw as important, why should he? "It's nothing, just some voices is all" he shrugged "don't you have work?" Exdee waved off the question "it's daybreak Thes" Tommy took a glance out the window just to see the sun setting. Huh, "maybe I can help in some way, how are these 'voices' like?" Exdee enquired.

Tommy stared at Exdee for a second. He didn't know if he should console in him. With a long minute to think he decides against this, pushing the problem to a later day "no, it's fine. I'll tell you when I need your assistance." He concluded with, lowering his head "it is not all that bothersome." He finished with a smile "you need not to worry for me" 

With that the king nodded "if you truely think so. I will not bother with this" with that he left the room.

Oh gods he forgot the cookies-

Winters have passed like sand. The king has aged, though not by much. He looked more comfortable in the role, more strict. This didn't all that bother him though. People change and the king had somehow wormed himself into his locked heart. The king, Exdee. Was only 18 summers when he met him. This was quite a surprise to the immortal.

The rules had stacked up on eachother, servants delivered his breakfast and dinner to his room, leaving it infront of his door for him to collect. He didn't mind this, he was still allowed to roam of course. He just angered Exdee one dinner. He'd apologize for his outbursts of course so it was ok. Plus the weight of being king, it must be horrible.

He rested under his bed, mask laying just beyond the bed. He's never used the bed. Not even the blankets. It felt much safer under the bed then on top, even if the walls somehow shrunk around him. Exdee had grown from a teen to an adult, his shoulders much broader and reaching about half a head higher then him. Back then he was a bit angered by that, not much like the one were it felt like his blood boiled. It was more like a light-hearted, feigned anger. For some reason his appearance changed each year, not much like how he saw clara the same until his actually looked, or like Phil, were he was away for some time. 

Each visit from his king felt like a coin toss, either he was angry for one reason or another or he was kind, sometimes apologetic for the other reason. 

Exdee had killed him twice

Not actually of course. The first he apologized and the second too of course. Stayed with him through the healing process, even brushing through his hair. The voices screamed in anguish as though they felt his pain. It brought opon a headache the ached of so horribly. Now he had a scar right around his right wrist. He couldn't stop the red fast enough and Exdee had stomped off.

Its fine of course. Plus he's experienced loosing a hand! Isn't that so cool?

*Oh please*

+Of course its fine!+

-he is your best friend-

Oh, and the voices are here to stay apparently. 

He blinked at the door opening, the only other who was allowed was Exdee, so it should be him "Thes~!" Mellohi played in the background as he heard his kings steps grow closer. He groaned, feigning that he just woke. He shuffled a bit, rest to crawl out. He didn't get the chance, as a gloved hand dragged him out. He yalped in suprise, a bit dizzy from the sudden difference in scenery. His blinked a few times. Getting used to the lighting, he greeted the king clumsily "h-hello my king-" 

"Yes hi, hi" Exdee nodded before turning to remove the disc from the jukebox, placing it with the rest of the disc's "I have great news!" He made conversation happily as he somewhat organized his messy room. He squinted at why he was doing such things "oh? What is it my king?" He somewhat muttered, actual tiredness pulling him down. The mutters causing Exdee to stop in his tracks. 

With a sigh, Exdee turned to Tommy a disappointed expression smeared on his face. He pinched the bridge of his nose as Tommy felt a rock fall to his stomach "stop it was your god aweful muttering, you know how I so hate your muttering" he quickly nodded at this, speaking at a much louder volume "of course my king, I do apologize." 

The kings glare softened, a smile replacing his frown "good." He spoke. Sounding less joyful then when he entered. Oddly enough he continued working around his room, picking up things and placing it elsewhere. His fabric was placed on his desk, where his sewing kit resided "you will soon be allowed to roam freely again" his king hummed, rolls of fabric in hand along with a few half finished projects. 

Tommy physically straightened, a smile widening across his face "really? When?!" He wandered to follow Exdee around the room. He didn't know why he organized his things when he entered, he could always find them just fine after a bit of digging.

"After." He halted, spinning to face Tommy "you go through some training!" He finished, smiling. He blinked before tilting his head "trian-ing?" He questioned "what for?" He urged.

Exdee would pet his head, a smile ever present "you aren't perfect. Not yet. But you are so close" he leaned closer, staring right into Tommy's eyes with a look he's only seen a few times "so, so close." Tommy swallowed thickly "you want to be perfect yes?" Perfect, what did that mean exactly? He's never seen anything perfect for everyone. Something was always off to one person or another. Exdee frowned at his unresponsiveness, his hair now it a aching grip "yes?" He urged. He quickly nodded without another thought "of course my king."

Exdee smiled that somehow looked warm with his hair still in a tightened grip "good"

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Tommy stood idly beside Exdee, just a step behind him. His wooden mask donned, hiding his face and expression. He was dressed in light armour that was easy to move in and protected him fairly well. His shirt was neatly tucked into his pants. He couldn't keep his eyes off the lady pleading infront of Exdee's desk. She had ginger hair, she was, is the splitting image of clara. Safe for the tattered clothes and the little scars that speckled she hands that were tied together.

He tried to swallow the lump that formed in his throat. He was to be perfect, don't react, don't react-

A choked half sob broke from his parted lips. He was quick to recompose himself bit it was still far to late. Exdee had noticed. He wished he could run, but the chain that bound his leg to the floor held him just in that room. Far to many attempts of escape. Exdee's tilted slightly, veil moving with it. He felt pairs of eyes on him. He forced himself not to shrivel up at the attention.

He now sat in his room, waiting for the king.

He glanced at the bed, neatly made. His eyes fell to the bottom, the question of hiding flooding his head. 

+No use+

#he'd know#

$° he'd know$°

-nooo! He's gonna diiee-

He felt himself deflate with resignation. He moved to place one of Exdee's favorite discs, hoping that would distract him. Oddly enough it was mellohi. His hands trembled as he carefully placed the disc in the jukebox. It started to play the rather eerie sounding song. It made him visibly loosen up.

Then the door opened.

"Theseus." Exdee greeted, tone cold. Tommy turned quickly, shoulders spiked up to his ears "m-my king! Hello-" he quickly greeted with a strained smile. Without a thought he questioned "what brings you here?" The voices delved into fits of laugher at the question, making Tommy's cheeks turn to a shade of red.

Exdee thought nothing of it, casually strolling up to the blond "oh, just wanted to check up on you" he replied with being far to casual. The king leaned against the table where the jukebox sat, arms crossed "mind explaining what was that?" His tone hadn't changed. Tommy stayed silent, the memory of Clara's look alike far to close for him to recall outloud.

After the silence stretched to a minute, Exdee's demeanor changed. He scoffed, pushing away from the table "why don't you tell me theseus?" He grabbed his wrist, twisting it as he pulled Tommy closer. It didn't hurt as much, not anymore. It only brought discomfort. After silence enveloped them again, he began to walk to a certain part of the room. A small closet sat there, very much out of place. Panic seized Tommy's movements just for a second before he halted in place, pulling at his arm. His eyes were blown wide as he whimpered "no, no! Please Exdee, I'll do better!" All he got was a glare before the world spun and he was on the floor.

His face smacked against the floor, splitting his lip in the process. His arm was held in a uncomfortable position but that didn't matter, his breathing hitched as Exdee began to speak "why do you keep things from me? Your my best friend yet you do these things to me." He sounded sad, the hold in his arm loosened just a bit but he didn't dare try to break away. 

-is exdee lonely?-

+Pft+

\sad lonely man\

The voices didn't help. The feeling of his split lip didn't help, nothing helped "I've made you better then you have ever been! Yet you tried running away, leaving me!" The hold on his arm adjusted before a foot slammed down on his forearm, straining his bones. The feeling of healing had already started for the second strike broke the bone in half.

He choked back a strangled scream by slamming his head down and biting the inside of his cheek. It wasn't a good solution but it worked. He was being moved but he was still trying to stop the blurring, fogging of his vision. A door slammed shut covering him in a blanket of darkness, the only light being gap at the bottom of the door. He wasn't lucid enough to know what happened. When he woke up his arm had set wrong. It was cricket, going at a slight angle. He gagged, spitting out blood. With a groan he stood only to hit his head on the low ceiling. He tried to adjust the way he stood only for his knees to hit the door. His eyes snapped open only to see black.

His breathing shuttered is he snapped to look at the floor, seeing the small amount of light peaking through the doors gap. With panic controling his movement, he banged at the door, fist ar far back. reaching the back wall behind him. His haggard breaths stuttered and stopped for seconds at a time as he screamed, beg to be let out, that he'll be good, he'll do better.

Then, the door swung open, Tommy falling right through. He was surprised to say the least. His begging never really worked, only being let out when he was quiet for long enough. He sputtered and coughed, words coming out like a broken melody.

"Are you ok?" A voice spoke from beside him. One he hasn't heard for a little while. This froze Tommy in his place for a slpit second. Then, he sprung up. Turning to face his friend. With hurried steps, he staggered to hold karl at the sides of his arms, speaking with such urgency "you shouldn't be here! Quickly, you must leave before he sees you" he hissed, pushig him towards the door. Karl pressed his foot down "wait! Wait! Hold on! Servants are outside!" He stopped, letting go for karl to stumble "what" he moved back "how did-"  karl cut him off "no time, i have-" he looked at his watch "three minutes and twentynine seconds-" he pushed Tommy back near the closet "I need you to listen" he was speaking quickly, it was fairly hard to understand.

Tommy nodded slowly "ok, ok. Explain" he took a breath, a casual stance. Karl wasted no time to speak "ok, you have to listen to the king" "Exdee?" "Yes- yes Exdee. For at least, 26 nights- moons or whatever, do everything you can to make him happy, you stay in tack until then," he took a breath to before continuing. "After that wait for a man. A knight with grean hair. He'll help you" he glanced at his metal bracelet before ushering him to the closet "go in, we don't have time, you have to get back in" panic quickly made Tommy stop "no. No no!" Karl stopped before, more gentle then beforeurged him to get in the closet "please, it'll be messed up it not. You won't be in for long, I promise" after a thought he nodded. Allowing himself to be pushed into the closet. He had barely processed the information that the man said, let alone know how he even got here. 

"See you soon Tommy" with that the door closed, leaving him shrouded in darkness.

Karl hadn't lied, he was out sooner then usual. Exdee muttered soft apologies but he didn't hear them, still wondering what the other ment and if he should listen. The whole thing seemed a bit out of place, how does he know. He blinked, looking up at the king "yes my king?" Exdee smiled "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the garden as an apology." He hummed, carefully holding his hands "it has been a while" he responded "if you you insist" he smiled, imaging the garden.

Exdee smiled nodded "come on. Lets go, before the sun sets." Tommy nodded, letting himself get pulled along. Traveling down halls and back often confused Tommy, but he knew how to get to the garden and kitchen. And possibly the library, he's seen it once or twice, but it always seems to move to a different place when he checks the last area he knew it was. A lot of the things he checks down in his head always seem to move. That was how his escape kind of failed, his mental map was always wrong somehow.

Once they reached the garden he quickly ran ahead, flopping right beside a tree. Hearing the king chuckle as he slowly made his way to him was a bit- something. He knows it made him shutter, Exdee isn't exactly good, but he was sometimes, and that was enough for Tommy to love the man. Enough for Tommy to excuse his anger, his harsh grips and harsh glares. 

He won't lie, Tommy is going to miss him when he leaves.

Tommy rolled over as Exdee sat beside him. A comforting silence lingered around the two, and he was all for it staying that way. Exdee seemed to have other plans though. "So," he started, breaking the silence "are you going to tell me what that was about?" Tommy turned his head slightly, taking a glance before he sighed "that woman looked to be the splitting image of my aunt" with that he let the silence grow. But Exdee continued with a hum, one that showed he was in thought "I guess you didn't like how she was sentenced to death?" Tommy flinched, before he bit his lip. It was only a few seconds before he shook his head "I didn't, hated it actually." He sighed "of course, I know why she was but-" he cut himself off with another sigh. He didn't finish that, didn't want to.

Exdee thankfully excused his stop and hummed one sounding full of remorse. He gathered closer to him, wrapping Tommy in his arms "awe, I'm so sorry Tommy." Tommy blinked at the affection. He half heartedly hugged back, breath hitching. As much as he wanted to sob his eyes out, he stopped crying infront of most when he left Clara.

It was a surprise when he saw her again. Exdee placed a hand on Tommy's head. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Exdee murmuring soft nothings before they stopped. When they parted tears filled his eyes but didn't fall, he wouldn't let it.

With a smile Exdee gestures for him to follow, with that he left the room. He blinked, a bit frazzled. As the king left he quickly rid his eyes of his tears. With that he ran after the man, wondering where they're going and why they don't need the chain. It wasn't that he was grateful for his chainless leg, he was sure there would be a bruise there if not for his slightly faster healing.

He smacked right into a wall due to his time skip. That has happened for a while now, Exdee wanting him more aware apparently. He mumbled out a curse before looking around. They were in a room, a plain one at that, quite big also. Theres a large cha- oh.

Oh-

They're in the throne room.

It blinked, actually looking around. He was by a wall, Exdee was standing by a boy who looked rather queer. The boys skin  split in half, in a dark and pale white. The split was a clean one by any means, the opposing side freckling the other side with little to medium dots. Said dots grew more sparse farther away from the indicated split. He couldn't see his eyes with the way he hunched over himself, lowering his head. 

Exdee didn't seem very bothered by the boys odd appearance so he let it go, quickly making his way back at the kings side, who looked a bit disappointed. He lowered his head "sorry my king-"

He was quickly cut off "this is Ranboo. You will be his guide, try leaving you'll be back at your room" with that he leave, leaving the two confused and alone. Once out of sight his posture hunched slightly, a sigh escaping his lips. He took another look over at the boy finding more oddities about him.

For starters, his eyes weren't the same colour, one a ruby red and the other forest green. Scars that mimicked tears traced him face, one on one side and three on the other. His clothes were of the most popular fashion, but were battered and dirty. His hair was also in a similar state. 

The boy squirmed under his gaze, head lowered and eyes adverted. Tommy's nose scrunched up in distaste, and spoke as he would in war "head up, eyes straight boy." With that he didn't bother if the boy did as asked and turned to walk "I'll show you where you would be staying. What you need to know, and get you a new set of clothes." He heard the boy- Ranboo's shoes squeak against the floor before hurrying to follow "u-uh!" Ranboo got his attention "I was wondering who are you?" 

He blinked, slowing down just a bit before huffing "Theseus." He kept his current pace "a-ah, ok" with that the silence a bit uncomfortable grew. The boy fumbled with his sleeves, seemingly unable to stay still. 

Soon enough, they reached a room that was fairly close to his own. He stared at a open window, wondering if he should jump for it. Brows scrunched together, thinking it might be a test. Instead, he opened the door "this'll be your room for the time being. Please wait here while I gather a change of clothes." He waited for him to enter before closing the door. The boy looked hesitant "u-ok-" he seemed to freeze into place.

He glanced at the window, it being a bit more tempting.

He looked back at Ranboo seeing he entered the room, looking around. With that he closed the door before dashing for the window, unable to let go of the opportunity. maybe if he ran fast enough he thought. He let a slight smile edge onto his face.

Then, as he jumped out of the window, he saw him. The king, along with someone else, standing near where he would land. Dread curled in his stomach. It made him land wrong, barely rolling in time to land somewhat uninjured. There was a snapp in his arms. The dread was soon accompanied by the stinging pain. His vision was blurred and his arm was left to heal.

Someone, he guessed was Exdee clicked his tongue "Theseus." He walked closer to where he landed. He crouched beside him, voice sympathetic "you had a job, I trusted you to not do this again." The king spoke but he was barely listening, cradling his healing arm with a gentle hand. The kings blurry figure was joined by someone else "is he ok?" The- mage? Spoke, tone a bit flat.  He couldn't exactly see how he looked, aside from the hat sitting on they're head.

Exdee's tone changed when he spoke to the mage, more soft "oh, he is ok. He'll be ok in a bit." He lifted Tommy's head, earning a quiet wince from the immortal. Exdee paid no mind, murmuring a half-hearted apology. He was rather used to him injured. The kind spoke again "George, I have a favour to ask of you." The mage, appearently George hummed, showing he was listening.

"I need you to bless this boy." His arm was straightened. Tommy bit back a scream. George let out a startled noise "what? Why?! You know what that does to me!" He argued. Exdee "I, I know." He agreed but urged for the blessing "please? He is important to me." A hand brushed through his hair "he doesn't seem the think the same as me, but I do not wish to lose him" his tense shoulders loosened up a bit.

+Oh no-+

#WHATS HAPPENING?!#

*NOO! HIS ARMM :(*

_hes healing its fine!_

&Bless?&

$°what bless?$°

4bless means good right?4

*Yes!*

_but for who?_

The silence grew with tension, before the mage let out a sigh "fine, but I better meet him when he's better! And pandas too! He's been worried." The kings hand left his head and another, soft hand replaced it. A language he doesn't understand was spoken. He opened his eyes after he noticed he closed them. The blazing sun making it rather hard for him to see. The worning feeling was pushed aside for a warm sensation across his neck under his skin. It reached to where his heart was in his chest. It calmed him. Then it started to burn, boil, itch. He squirmed, brows furrowed in discomfort.

He didn't like the feeling and tried to get away, but something was holding him in place. He voiced his frustration in a pained scream. Then everything became fuzzy, his limbs, sight, everything. He blinked a few times, refocusing. This didn't really happen as sleep decided to cover him in a blanket. The mage, from what he can see through his closing eyes, looked tired "ok, I've blessed hii.." he didn't finish, sleep appearently pulling him also. He couldn't see what happened as his eyes shut even with him trying to keep them open.

Chapter Text

When Theseus woke up he felt rather slow, like he was moving through slime or honey. He noted he was on his bed. He blinked twice, wiggling his fingers. It was hard, his fingers moved a second to late. They twitched and jerked but he payed no mind. He slowly sat up, his body barely listening to him. 

He decided to go against the attempt to stand. He took a look around his room to find it the same, maybe it was him that was wrong. Stretching his limbs, he thought on why he was like this. Maybe it was the fall? That never bothered him for long though. Perhaps the heal? Its never been really that bad, only a few bones healing wrong, skin oddly overlapping. Maybe it was something he couldn't remember. 

So he should recollect his memories. He blinked, finding an odd gap from 100 to 50 years ago and when he fell asleep. Probably wasn't important.

The door creeked as it opened. His eyes landed on the king, his king. His heart swelled with joy at the sight of his king, urging him to smile. Confusion was there but it was pushed aside for the joy of his king finally being their with him. 

A quiet gasp he tried making himself presentable, his still so slow movements not being fast enough for him "my king!" Theseus brightened up. His king smiled at the sight of him, he was glad to bring joy to his king "Thes! Your awake" as he spoke Theseus promptly fell to the floor. Red quickly covered his face. His king chuckled, walking over to him "I'm sorry, my arms and legs won't listen to me.." he was standing, carefully and slowly. His king was kind enough to excuse his actions "that is fine, must be hard" Exdee helped him stand.

#HES AWAKE!#

-yay!!-

+I was so sure he died+

$my heartttt ;-;$

He turned his head, confusion lingering on his face. What the hell was that?

_are you ok?_

|T####?|

&Llllllllllll&

(Why is T#### censored??)

\FUCK SHIT HELL\

\well those aren't:>\

*Maybe names only?*

$to## Ph### Tr#######$

_what??_

He was brought out of his head by a tap on his shoulder. At an instant he drew his hand near his hip, only to find his sword not there. Not that he'd need it, it was only his king. He shook his head to try to rid of the odd invisible people. It didn't work unfortunately but it did cause his king to laugh.

"Enough of that, my friends wish to meet you." His king guided his to the exit, holding his hand. He tilted his head "your friends? Why is that? Why now?" He was quick to add on "you need not to answer of course! Just curious-" he stumbled a bit, his leg lagging behind. He started to feel a bit frustrated at his legs not listening to him. Then that frustration disappeared just as quickly as it came. He blinked, staring dumbly at the floor, a faint smile now adorn on his face. Confusion practically battled to stay present on his face before it to left, replaced with a even wider smile.

"Are you ok Thes?" Worry was evident in his tone "you seem.." he didn't finish, combing through Theseus's hair with careful hands. He was quick to reassure his king of course! "I'm fine! Great even!" He responded brightly with.

His king smiled, nodding with a hum "ok, come on now. We're somewhat late" Theseus gasped, a frown replacing his smile for only a second "my apologies!" With that he quickened his pace, every so often his leg dragging behind him. He didn't mind all that much about this fact.

Very quickly they entered the library, a place where Theseus often got lost in due to the maze of shelves. The library was rather big, the ceiling reaching high up and the walls were covered in books. He awed at the sight, the occasional painting taking his eyes for a bit before they moved on. And then they entered one of the little private parts in between shelves. The books looked old, and uncared for. He took notice of the two sitting at the table. 

One was sleeping and the other looked as if they couldn't sit still, tapping the table and foot. His head bore black hair, somewhat tied back by a bandana. His attire consists of a white tunic with short sleeves, the knights emblem embroidered into the center of the cloth. Both sleeves and pants were as black as it could be, which could only be a dark-ish gray.

The sleeping one looked familiar, but not by much. A hat worn by mages sat on his head, made to look like a mushroom. His cape looked like it was covered in moss or was moss, littered with mushrooms, flowers and the sort. Goggles covered his eyes. 

They really seemed like opposites.

"Pandas! George!" Exdee greeted with a wave. The black haired one immediately stood at the sight of them. His king tilted his head "where is halo?" Exdee asked who he assumed was pandas "oh, he said he was busy with something" he shrugged. Exdee nodded before gesturing to Theseus "this is Theseus. Theseus his is pandas and George" he introduced, pointing out each of them. Theseus nodded once, before bowing to Exdee's friends "it is a pleasure to meet you, sir pandas and sir George." He formally greeted the two.

This oddly enough got a laugh out of pandas "enough of the formalities, call me panda" he ruffled his hair, making it more of a rats nest, minus the dirt. He nodded with a smile "as you wish panda." He patted down his hair, an attempt to make it look presentable. Exdee appearently left him with panda to talk to George. It seemed like a one sided conversation though, the mage still slumped on the table.

His attention was brought back to panda "so, your who Dee's been with?" He smirked, a thumb under his chin. He seemed to look him over, before nodding "your a child." He blinked, he was sure he had his mask on. He reached to touch his cheek "I am?" He spoke with wonder, looking at panda like he had all the knowledge in the world. This ended in panda unable to breath, laughter taking it away, a little to long for To-

Theseus. It made him worry "BREATHE!" He shouted the order at the man who was nearly on his knees. This only made him laugh harder, face red. His hands were held up as if to help the man but he made no move.

He didn't think it was that funny.

Maybe he was just a giggly person.

After pandas finally took a huge gasp of air before coughing his lungs off. He let out a sigh of relief, slumping over himself just a bit. After panda got moderately good he smiled at him "I like ya kid" after a second he nodded "everyone likes me, I'm famous" panda laughed, not as worrying as the last one.

He was meeting someone knew today. Appearently they're the best knight in the kingdom. He was rather excited to see a new face. Sure he occasionally saw ranboo but he'll possibly be his new guard. He was bouncing in place, a bright smile overtaking his features. Oh! He couldn't wait to meet them!

"Thes, tone it down a notch." His king hummed. He quickly composed himself, unfortunately unable to stop his little bounces. So like the biggest man he is, took a step back as to not bother his dearest king.

The man before him was big, not just tall. It was a bit terrifying, but he stood tall looking straight at him. Exdee spoke "this is Sam, he'll be helping you for the day" he nodded once, keeping his excitement at bay. He lowered his head as tought "it is a pleasure to meet you sir Sam!" He unfortunately couldn't leave the joy from his voice. The knight was coloured mostly green, gold being the accent colour. The lower half of his face was covered by a metal mask that made him rather frightening. 

They returned his gesture with the nod of their head. Does he not talk?

Exdee continued speaking before dismissing them. He quickly hugged the king before sprinting away, his new helper following along at a steady pace. Once farther away his happy being diminished by a bit. He was still happy, bit that was replaced by curiosity and a bit of caution weirdly enough.

He spin dramatically once his entered his lovely room with a wide smile. Now facing his new helper he gestured to his rather messy room "welcome to my humble abode!" He took a step back, and bending down a bit taking an exaggerated bow. Sam didn't really show any expression from what he can see, only a slight nod at his welcome. He huffed before moving to shuffle under his bed.

Finally Sam made a startled, confused noise. Not exactly a sentence but it was something! He got back out, now his his disc in hand. He'd have it out in the open but Exdee his king nearly broke the sentimental item he held close to him. His king had told him king Phil had cared not about him, but he couldn't let the disc go.

He paid no mind to Sam, moving to play the disc. Mellohi played, little disorders popping up here and there but he paid no mind, moving to the neatly piled paperwork at his desk area. With a quill in hand he began skimming through papers at a decent pace, carefully copying Exdee's handwriting. He read through the papers in case they were important or not. Sometimes his king would forget an important paper or two in the pile and he would get in trouble.

It was why he currently didn't have a few of his toes. Thankfully his fingers were left intact, so it only somewhat hurt when he walked. His king was so kind. 

Sam seemed to just stand by the door. He shivered at the thought of standing for days on end. He shook aggressively before continuing with less worry then before.

Time past quickly like that, Mellohi played for the 99th time he quickened his pace, nearly at the end of the pile. He's so close.

He stood, grabbing the pile rather haphazardly before carefully rushing to the door. The pile his made was by no means perfect as the one he finished, it wasn't all that big, reaching right below his nose with the way he held it. He fumbled a bit before Sam actually opened the door for him. He nodded "thank you!" With that he hurried off, Sam following close behind. He could hear the man by the light clinking of his armour.

Slight panic seeped through the blessing causing him to be a mumbling mess.

The closer he got to his king the mark that spread around his arm and neck seemed to glow faintly through his clothes. His mask was placed so that his lower half was seem. He was relying solely on his luck to get to his kings office.

Well that and the edges of his vision.

Soon enough he reached the much more decorated door. He stopped right infront of the door before aggressively smacking his masked head against the door, announcing his presence. Fortunately his mask took most of the brunt. He blinked as sam opened the door for him. He may be still getting use to this. oh gods what if he thought he was queer?!

He slumped slightly, pouting he probably didn't give a good impression. He crawled under his bed for gods sake! With that thought he didn't care if the man thought of him as odd.

He entered the office quickly placing the papers on the side table. He looked at his king who seemed rather irritated. At that he changed his he acted, marching up to the desk "my king. I've finished my assignment" Exdee hadn't responded. Theseus.

Oh gods what does he do? He usually gets at least some sort of response! Should he leave? Would sam know?

With that question he turned to the knight a confused noise escaping his mouth. A quill was dropped "Theseus." He stopped before turning back to his king with a slightly worried smile "yes my king?"  His voice waivers at the end. He took a step forward as Exdee instructed. Then his king turned his his helper "you may leave, collect him when sun sets. He felt dread crawl up his spin. Then he reassured himself. The sun was going to set soon! Very soon! It was about one-third from getting there. Sam seemed to hesitate before slipping through the door.

Theseus is fine! He's done something wrong(he didn't know what-)  and he knows its for his own good.

(He is so so sorry.)

Ok! Theseus is fine! He just doesn't have his arm currently. Sam seems to think this is a bit overboard. Even helping his tie bandage to keep him from bleeding out. His handwriting had gone down, the arm taken from him being his dominant hand. 

When he entered his room he dove for under his bed. There was an attempt to stop the tears from pouring out of his eyes. He sniffled, rubbing aggressively at his eyes with his one hand. Sam looked unsure when he last saw him. He could even see his shoed feet from where he lay. His arm was chopped off just below his elbow. He'll have to relearn how to move the thing when he gets it back. It was bad enough that he couldn't just heal a new limb. 

.

.

Now that he thought about it that would probably feel horrible.

He's somewhat glad he doesn't heal a new limb.

"Uh-" sams started clearing his throat "you, you do know that, this isn't- good?" He stayed stationed by the door. Speaking quietly but enough for him to hear. He blinked away the stray tears edging his eyes. Wasn't this for his own good? He thought so and said as much.

Sam let out a pained noise. It wasn't something he really expected, causing him to peek more out from under his safe place. He looked at the guard with his chin resting on his hand "that is why you are here? To watch me?" His nub rested infront of him "I thought my king would have told you this." He blinked, just realizing his helmet was off, a mess of mossy green hair in its place. He gaped at the change.

Wow thats green-

Sam laughed, startling him out of his shocked state "what? Never seen green hair before?" At an instant Theseus clambered out of his position to get a closer look "no! What? Did you colour it with moss or something?!" He gasped "is your hair moss?!?" 

This startled another laugh out of Sam, who shook his head "no, no. My hair was always like this" with that he began to explain how he was from a village a bit west from here. Almost everyone he knew there had some type of green hair. It was said long ago a god blessed there village. 

Sam sighed "theseus. Are you.. happy here?" He spoke this out, looking his missing limb. He blinked once, twice then laughed out "of course! My king is here after all!" (He's scared, why can't he-?!) Sam stared at him for a lih minute before sighing with a nod "ok." With that the silence grew.

Not much was said after that.

Theseus was horrible. He lost both an arm and leg this time. Sam learned on his immortality and wouldn't speak to him. New scars littered his joints where he died if blood loss. He sat alone beside the barely used closet. Sam said he needed to clear his head. He couldn't do much at the moment anyway. He's two limbs short. Th-his king seemed awfully stressed when his went to him. Terribly angery. He didn't know why, his king is often hard to read.

He looked at his missing limbs wondering how long he'll go without them. It could be hours or even days. 

A light knock interrupted his train of thought. The door opened revealing sam, not all that much armoured. He tilted his head as Sam scanned the room before his eyes landed on him. Sams sighed, his tense stance loosening just a bit. He made his way to Theseus holding a bag in his hands.

Kneeling down to his height, Sam took out his arm and leg from the bag, awfully careful with the severed limbs "here" he stared at his limbs biting his lower lip "my ki-" Sam cut him off "I got his permission" after a second thought he nodded, clumsily taking off the bandage that stopped the bleeding around his missing arm, and held the missing limb against it. The process of reattachment begun the moment he held it against the nub. He shivered at the horrible feeling he can't seem to get used too.

Sam had begun on his leg as he held his arm in place. Silence enveloped the two for a few minutes before Sam broke that silence with a question "say, how bout we go see my village?" It was a simple question, one that made To-Theseus rather excited. He quickly nodded "oh that would be most exciting! I'd have to ask my ki-" sam interrupted him again "I already asked him, he said that it was ok" the words were soft-spoken. At that he agreed, letting go of his now attached arm "ok then!"

With that Sam picked him up "hang on- my di-" Theseus is starting to think Sam enjoys cutting him off "I got them." He grabbed the two that sat beside his jukebox. With that he left the room. Sams seemed like he was in a hurry, even avoiding the guards that patroled his area. The servants that they passed paid them no mind, having much more important things to do then watch them zoom through ge halls. Geez, with the pace that their going he thiks their running from something.

They made it out of the  castle without any stops. The village around the castle was rather well kept. The further they got from it though the more worn it became. The more he felt like he needed to go back. He let out a weak noise, mumbling that they should go back. Sam shushed him, telling him to take a nap. He hummed a bit, closing his eyes, letting the sleep lure him.

When Theseus woke, he saw trees. He blinked once, then twice then gasped in awe, quickly looking around. Sam chuckled, adjusting his grip on him "woah! It has been quite a while since I've seen a forest!" He spoke quickly, that it was a bit hard for sam to understand. Nonetheless he nodded "is that so?" He hummed, looking ahead of the trail. Theseus was muttering all the names if trees he knew of. It was calm, with the russling leaves and distant birds. 

The sun was just about setting, so they stopped, moving away from the trail and setting camp in a hidden area. This confused Theseus abit bit sam explained that it'll be better incase of bandits and the sort. So he sat by a tree, attempting to move his limbs as sam set up a campfire. He grumbled and mumbled about it's such a pain to relearn how to control his limbs. Its horribly jerky and his limbs barely even does what he wants. He sighed, deciding to take a tiny break. 

Sam hummed in satisfaction as the little fire grew to a decent size. With that he stood and turned to Theseus "I'll get us something to eat, I'll be back" Sam smiled, as Theseus nodded aggressively "okaayyy! Be safe!!" With that Sam quickly left the little hidden area. With that Theseus was left alone with the trees and his thoughts.

Hm, wonder what his king is doing. He's so kind to let him go on this trip!

.

.

.

Maybe he should have stayed. His king does need him, with all of the paperword and advising. What if war comes? What if his king is near death and he is no where near him?

He fumbled, with the sudden need to get back to his king. He stood but couldn't exactly walk, his tried to walk but all his leg would do is stiffen in place. This caused him to fall over. Instead he sorta crawled-walk his way to a certain direction. He made it a bit of ways before he began to doubt his actions. Sam is here, he'll probably be worried if he just up and left. He sighed, laying face first in the ground. He'll go back, in a bit.

He then proceeded to struggle his way back. Soon Sam yelled out in worry "Theseus??!" He sighed and just stayed where he was. He's sure Sam will find him. He let himself untense, just laying on the floor. Soon enough Sam came rushing by "Theseus! Are you ok? What happened?" He crouched down, picking Theseus up "I'm fine, I may have tried to go back" with that he rambled about how his king probably needed him and how he shouldn't have left without saying bye.

A sigh from Sam made him go silent "it's fine theseus, you just worried me. You still can't move all that well." He placed a hand on Theseus's head, walking back to the camp "plus its not really good to travel at night, there could be hostile mods lurking about" Theseus doesn't really have a problem with the animals but he nodded anyway, taking in Sam's advice.

Sam placed his by the fire, which had fish placed beside it. He somewhat crossed his legs, watching as Sam cleaned and cooked the fish over the fire. He tilted his head, he usually just never ate or got food from the occasional small village he crossed paths with. He got handed a skewered fish. He nodded once "thank you" Sam nodded, already eating his own fish. He quickly ate the fish, careful of any bones.

*Sam is such a lovely sweetheart ✨*

+Im just glad we're out of that horrible Castle+

/eeeeee/

#crying#

$0mmmm fish$0

%BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD%

He listened to the voices talk among themselves with vague interest. Sam was doing- something he was in timeskip mode currently. It's been a while since he was like this, the timeskips being somewhat involuntary. It felt odd, like he was moving terribly slow. Yet when he tipped back into reality he's somewhere else. He recalled beig stuck like this once. Something happened yet he couldn't recall what. Perhaps something traumatic, that could be why he fails to recall.

He blinked, his eyes terribly dry. So much so when he blink he began to tear up. He rubbed at the tears, noting that he was on Sam's back. He yawned tiredly, having not slept in quite a while due to his little timeskip. He mumbled a hello to sam, he stopped and started fretting over his well being. Theseus tried calming him down but he continued, taking out a loaf of bread. Sam looked awfully tired "you wouldn't do anything- eat, s-sleep- you looked practically d-dead-" sam handing him the bread "please eat that-"

In all honesty he didn't mean to worry Sam. He nibbled at the bread, listening to Sam through his worried filled lecture. He could move his limbs now at least. He has no scars so to speak so he thought that as a win.

Soon enough Sam calmed down. He sat beside where Theseus situated himself. Sam was decorated in less armour. More casual then he was used to seeing Sam in. He hummed, looking at sam before speaking "say, what were you doing in the castle anyway?" He hummed. Sam tilted his head, mimicking him "I was there to watch you" Theseus shook his head "no. No I know that, stars how- why? Ye- why" Sam chuckled "my village was dying. King Exdee offered help in exchange for our labour, half of our people went and the other stayed to help the still ill." 

With that sam stood "we should get going now, we're close" he nodded hopping to his feet "rightyo!" He ran ahead, sam yelling in surprise. Theseus laughed out, far ahead. He spun, seeing as sam jogging to catch up. He slowed to a stroll. Humming little tunes, head tilted slightly to face the sky. Sam caught up after a bit and now walked a steady pace beside him. It was calm.

Oddly enough this made him feel restless, making him jumping as he kept pace with sam, who slowed slightly when Theseus fell behind. Or held a hand out every time he stumbled. Sam as a person was very kind, as a servant or knight though, he was quiet, a bit cold. He was like all the other servants he was around in that castle. King Phil's castle was much more lively in his opinion. Those working actually greeted him when he passed. But that also ment they gossiped when he thought no one was listening.

Sam cleared his throat, gaining Theseus's attention "how did you end up there? The castle, I mean" he blinked, eyes widening at the question. Sam was quick to reassure "you don't have to tell of course, if you don't want too" Theseus shook his head, waving Sam off "no no, its fine, just surprised is all" he took a breath, looking up at the sky

"well, I was staying with a friend his name was Phil, he is a king" Sam didn't interrupt him so he continued "appearently insanity took him because he exchanged me for his kingdom." He ran a hand over his face "that place is where I got my disc's from. Not from Phil, but from a knight"

Sam looked to the side, hand placed against his chest knuckles white. With his voice strained for what he did not know "I'm, sorry that happened to you." He nodded "it's fine, it already happened and not your fault"

After that silence overtook them again.

He gaped at the village. It was well hidden, at first glance only seemed to be trails. The dark trees were huge and infact few held houses in them. It was surprising. The bushes were large enough to hide in. Everything was mostly green. Everyone he's seen had some shade of green hair. It was jarring seeing many people have similar hair to Sam. Almost everyone had short hair. Something about tradition.

Sam led his to a house that seemed much older then the ones surrounding it. He gaped at the bridges highed up the trees. Sam's house was messy, little trinkets and bits of half finished craft scattered around the main area. The man in question scrathed the back of his head, an apologetic smile "sorry, its a bit messy" he shook his head "it's fine, no problem at all." It reminded him of Clara's old place. With fabric haphazardly thrown around the place, he chuckled, holding a hand over his mouth "apologies, this is rather nostalgic for me" sam hummed, making an attempt to clean the house a bit "is that so?" He nodded, making no move to explain. Sam didn't ask more of him which was a pleasant surprise.

Soon sam passed him a cup of- something green. He squinted at the green liquid "it's tea" sam took a sip of his own cup "if its not to your liking i can make you something else" he offered, moving to stand. He shook his head "no, It's fine" he tested it with a sip, before he practically gulped it down. It was such a lovely taste though the after taste was a bit bitter for his liking. But lovely nonetheless.

The spoke up a casual conversation, mostly about the trinkets scattered around the place "yeah, I like to make stuff, little figures, decoration, things along those lines" he nodded at the new information "how bout you?" Expecting this he hummed "I like working with fabric. Music is also a little thing I quite enjoy." Sam blinked "I didn't expect that, what have you made? As in fabric. Have you made any songs?" He inquired with a raised eyebrow.

He blinked "I haven't made anything recently, to busy for that. I have patch up my clothes before. But that was quickly thrown away, my king disliking the look of the patches." He hummed "the last things I've made was at king Phil's castle. Those things being a sweater, cape, and a quilt" he gasped "oh! I've knitted a blanket too!" He rambled on about how hard it was at first but he quickly got the hang of it. Sam Listened closely, nodding at what he said occasionally. His face contorted at what he said about the tossed clothes but he payed no mind.

Then he continued with music "I made only one song. One that was once popular in a small village, I don't know what came of the song, as I left soon after. I don't make many songs, leaning more to listen" he swirled the little amount of tea he had left. Sam nodded "i should get you supplies, maybe a loom? I could possibly make that. You know what that is?" He quickly nodded "yes! That would be most lovely!" He leaned forward, a wide smile gracing his face. Then he composed himself, clearing his throat "I'd like that" sam smiled "great, there is sheep somewhere around here, I'll show you sometime. For now make yourself at home" Sam stood, patting his head as he passed by with both cups in hand "I somewhat know how to make thread I can show you if you don't know how" he hummed going to the little kitchen. He was rather excited.

He'll be rather disappointed when he goes back to the kingdom.

Tom was in the middle of making his fabric the thing being a dark green. He was dressed in green. Appearently it being dangerous if he was not. Little knitted yellow flowers was chuffed around the ends of his sleeves. It was currently spring, winter just passed by. By all means that wasn't much time at all. But the worry of the invisible timelimit nearing its end. He honestly doesn't know how long he's allowed to be here as they left in a rush. Maybe they'll go back soon? He's reflected on his king now that the weird fog isn't placed over his head.

Sometimes though, he'll wake up at night outside. Having no clue where he was. He's worried Sam a lot with that move. He was far off from the village once, having the shakes, he ended up wandering to find his way back.

It's got a lot better though, after he went to the local mage who said he was cursed. Her name was rose, and instead of green, she was dressed in mostly red, with hits of green as the accent colour. She did not know with what as she couldn't read the enchantments. Tom was given something to help with this and Sam was relieved. He was sorry for keeping the man awake at night.

The door opened, sam entering with froggy. He took a glance before continuing his work. They were speaking of a new project, Sam greeting him with a headpat before going back to his conversation with froggy. He mumbled a hello back.

After a few minutes he stopped with his fabric. He looked down with an unsure expression. Sam quickly caught this and turned to him, froggy silencing "toms? Is everything good?" He spoke softly. Tom wanted to say everything is fine, but that would be lying with the uncertainty swirling in his gut. So he shook his head "you said we were visiting.." he paused "I was wondering when we were going back" he stopped before speaking in a quick manner "not that I enjoy bing here of course! It's just that I was the whole trade and stuff and" he went on a nervous tirade that was mostly nonsense he was spewing in his nervousness.

"Toms" he shut up to let Sam speak "you know you can stay here right? It's ok"

Tom thought of his king when he opened his mouth "what about my ki-"

Froggy was the one to interrupt him ths time "who cares of what that bastard king thinks? If your happy here then I'd say stay here" he huffed crossing his arms "'sides I quite enjoy your company, it be a shame if you left all on my lonesome" froggy whined, dramatically holding a hand to his forehead his head tilted to the side and the other hand placed against his chest. Sam smacked him at the back of the head.

This bought a giggle out of the boy that soon delved into laughter that made hm loose his breath. He stood from where he was and hugged the duo with a warm smile "thank you" he spoke just below a whisper. It wasn't ment to be heard and it wasn't.

Sam sighed, placing a hand on toms back with a smile. Froggy waved his arms around unsure on what to do. His hat was left abandoned on the floor.

+How adorable+

\YEAAAAHHH TOM##\

$NEW HOME NEW HOME!$

#thank prime he's not going back#

*Eeee*

_T#m## you should make a new blanket :D_

Soon enough Tom let go clearing his throat "thats enough of that-" he chuckled nervous though froggy seemed much more nervous then before. He went back to his loom as froggy tried to recollect himself. 

He pushed the hand back and forth, making fabric at a decent pace. He smiled and listened to the conversation going on behind him with content.

He stayed there far longer then anywhere he's stayed. Longer then Sam's lifespan, longer then Rose's life. Summers and winters passed by his fingers like sand. Soon enough, the green people move farther into the forest.

He decided to stay.

They gave him treats and gifts which he accepted gratefully. And they left, taking most animals with then. Seeing as he connot care for them all by himself. with that he was alone, only the trees to keep him company. Thet and the voices, that seem louder then ever.

He lays in his bed, that was made most to his liking., More of a hole in a wall, big enough for him to move comfortably, and no thing blocking the exit. The ancient trees continue to stand strong. He sighed, closing his eyes with a smile. Sam may not be with him no longer but he's happy.

And so he let himself fall into a deep sleep.

Chapter Text

"come one come all!" A man in a patchwork suit coloured mostly of mustard yellow and hints of green called, arms raised high.  He bared a wide charming smile as he bought the attention of those standing by, most murmured of his odd clothes, some of his mossy green hair "come hear the tale of the lasting and kings"

With that the man pulled out a string of large cards, each showing a different picture of a drawn boy. He told the story of an immortal boy through words and tricks "once apon a day a boy ruled waking by his loving kings side" he spun, cards moving, showing the tale of the immortal boy and a king "oh how this boy loved his king, baring the burden of holding a fragile treaty between two kingdoms" the cards spun, switching to the boy, bowing and going to the neighboring kingdoms for his one and only king, no one was watching the man but he danced the show, as the cards moved with a smile.

"The poor boy grew lonesome in the new kingdom even with his new kings company." The cards continued the story with a boy on tip of his bed. The colors muted as pictures continued.

The story continued, the crowd enchanted by the show. Said story continued, showing how the predicament tge boy was placed in only got worse as the years went by. Then it showed a man with green hair taking the boy away, into the dark forest.

"And thats where the boy lies, sleeping" the cards disappeared as he brought the attention to himself "deep in the dark forest, where his home he resides" 

Someone heckled "LIES!" The green haired man just smirked "think what you want mister, for I tell this story for the entertainment of the people, but~" the cards poofed into confetti as guards shouts in the distance "this story I've blessed you bunch with is true, for I swear it on my magic" with that he disappeared into the now startled group as guard try to catch the witch.

When Tom woke, his home was dark, most likely overtaken by moss and dust. He crawled out of his bed. Dusting himself off with a few pats. He took a look over his room. Seeing the little amount of damage, he guesses he hadn't slept all that long.

Infact he was rudely awakened by a few loud bangs from his door. He yawned, tears edging his eys as he done so. The knocking started up again, he's not sure if he should go back to bed or answer. After another thought he sighed and moved he plop on his mask, moss edging the bottom left half. 

In no hurry, he went ond opened the door with tired eyes. With the mask on he looked at the two boys who stood outside. They seemed rather injured. The smaller one spoke "please, we need help." He tilted his head before stepping aside to let the boys in" the smaller took the offer quickly, helping the taller inside, who seemed barely lucid. He gestured to the dusty sitting area as he went and gathered his bandages.

His shirt was somewhat eaten by wear but it did the job okay. Taking a lookover the now sleeping boy, he cleaned to most injured areas. It was mostly his leg, and hand. Most of his skin seemed inflamed but he didn't know why.

The shorter watched him with caution and slight interest. He was somewhat okay, but he lost a finger and a half. He re-bandaged the hand with clean fabric and continued to the kitchen. He'll have to watch those closely. Tom moved to make something to eat. He huffed to see that most of everything is rotten, it was most likely his fault, seeing as he as not caring for his home. He sighed, grabbing a basket. He looked at the boys "you may wander if you so wish, just please do not touch my loom." With that he exited to house in seach of things to eat.

It didn't take him all that long. A few wild berrys and herbs. He thought back to the kind lady who taught him this. It brought a smile to his hidden face. Soon enough he was back at his home. The tree standng as strong as always. The other houses were hidden, much more hidden then his, the bushes having trampled down. 

Entering his home he headed straight for the kitchen, starting a fire on the stove and washig his newly acquired barries and sorts. The shorter boy stared holes at the back of his head, irritating him a bit "may I ask," he spoke, not turning to face the boy "how did you find my home? Its quite a bit into the forest yes?" 

He threw in the berries into the boiling water adding sugar into the pot "it is, we were being chased, and happen to run this way" tom narrowed his eyes at the little info before shrugging it off "ok" with that he hands a bowl to the boy "here" he quickly left home again to see if he could find any sheep. He let them wander since he knew he would be asleep for long. 

He smiled at the distant sight of the sheep. He went and guided the pair of sheep back. He noted they weren't the exact same sheep he had before. Infact one was blue and one looked a bit ill. He wondered how it survived all this long, maybe the forest changed? Possibly. He closed the gate to a fenced off area before heading back inside, hoping the fence would hold. The boy had finished the bowl. He stared at the boy with some thought, he had ash dirtying some parts of his clothes, the duo looked way to young to be out alone, looking around the age of 11. He hung his cloak by the door, it being dripping wet. He made himself a bowl, pulling his mask above his mouth before enjoying the soup.

The boy watched him as he done so. Wiping his mouth his tilted his head at the boy "is something the matter?" The boy quickly shook his head "no! Ah. Why do you have that mask on? Why live here? How come it looks abandoned?" The boy shot out questions, growing a bit more confident as he spewd each one out.

Tom hummed "well. I feel more comfortable with my mask on, though I can take it off if you'd like." He wait not for a response before taking off his mask and placing it on the side table. With that he continued "the reason is that this is my home, I may have slept longer then necessary" he laughed as if it was a funny joke. The boy in question seemed more confused, seeing as moss was literally growing in certain areas. Also the place looked abandoned as the boy said but he waved him off "don't think about it." 

He placed the bowls on the counter "can I have a name for the faces I'm helping?" He looked at the two boys "it's only fair as I answered your questions" the boy in question visibly tensed, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. He raised his hands the way Trick would do "hey, your the one to enter my home" the boy glared at him for a bit longer before sighing "Tobias" he pointed to himself then at the other "Boo" he blinked, his last wake ranboo was still alive and well.

Well not exactly well but he was alive. 

Probably.

Either he slept for more then 50 years or he up and died after he left. He blinked, he hasn't seen ranboo in a long while before he left. 

He blinked back "lovely to meet my rather sudden guests, you may address me by Thomas" he nodded at his name he randomly picked out "care to explain why you were in such terrible conditions? You don't have to of course" he questioned before hurrying to tack on the last bit with a smile. Tobias grimaced, simply shakng his head.

He nodded "that is fine, you can stay here for the time being" Boo whined slightly as Tobias stood up quickly with widened eyes "really?! That would be really helpful!" It lasted only a second before he cleared his throat "thank you we'll try to be out of your hair as fast as possible."

He found it odd on how the boy acted, his back was straight and chin held high, not in a way reminiscent of a child. A look in his eyes he's only seen in his past kings eyes. It was as if he held an entire kindom on his back. That or a particularly large village. He stood protectively infront of the other boy even tho he's showed no ill will. Maybe he was older.

He was also a bit to trusting. Well, he is still a child.

He nodded once "I'll prepare the guest room" he stood with questions about the two lingering at the back of his head.

He frowned at the only available room being Sam's old one. He kept it the same, only cleaning it up every so often. So it was in the same state as his own room. Even though this was his home, there was rather a melancholy feeling that lingered in the air. The way the unfinished projects layed on the desk either slightly rusted or coated in a layer of dust. And the finished trinkets that held no value other then being pretty.

He hesitated before moving to clean the bed and move the forever unfinished projects to the side in case they wanted to use the desk area during their stay. With the room somewhat cleaned he moved back to the living room "come" he carefully picked up the sleeping child, adjusting his hold a bit before nodding at the smaller one to follow. He pushed open the door, going in after Tobias.

"I apologize, your going to have to share the bed." With that he placed the boy in his hands onto the bed. The other hadn't responded as he did this. He looked back just to see Tobias looking over the trinkets scattered around the room.

He huffed through his nose before leaving the two to settle.

He has a bit of work to do.

Tom huffed at the cow running from him again. He already finished cleaning his home of dust and moss, he just has to get a cow or two. Boo has yet to wake, and parts of his skin started to blister. He can't do much to help unfortunately. Toby- Tobias seemed worried for the other and wouldn't leave his side.

He decided to put off the cows for now, the night coming quickly and he'd rather not deal with the animals. With that he set to tread back to his lovely tree home. He frowned deeply at the barely there cracks. He'll have to leave soon, probably. 

Either way he'll have to watch in case they grow. Maybe he can find a way to fix it?

\DUCK TAPE!!\

*DUCK TAPE FIXES EVERYTHING*

+TAPE THE TREEE!+

_YEAAAHH!_

-theres no tape though-

That quickly silenced the screaming of whatever duck tape was. He quickly assumed it was a duck of some sort. Then they said tape the tree. 

He decided to ignore their senseless rambles.

Tom tilled the dirt somewhat near his house. Dirt covered his pants and shirt. His mask was pulled up, partially blockig the sun from his eyes. he wasn't nearly done, vines and the like making the process somewhat harder.

Not that he cared, it helps him keep his mind off things. Having a repetitive motion made it easy to space out. His morals thus far have been good, but that only took him to rather harmful positions. Now that he's thought about it, only clara stayed good. King Phil, he lost his head during war. My ki- King Exdee he learned was a horrible, terrible person. But he was a great king, taxes were fairly low, the people loved him from the little he saw. Execution was very rare, c-that lady the one of two he's seen on the line. He was never really told what they had done. If he was, it was during one of his timeskips.

He mentally shook the thoughts out of his head moving to head inside. A little plot of land was ready for farm, that was enought for him. 

Opon entering his little home he heard distant chattering, one being obviously Tobias but he didn't know who the other one is. It took little thought to be reminded of the sleeping child.

He gathered two cups of water before heading to knock on the door. The door itself didn't possess a lock, but the gesture was mostly out of politeness. With that he entered the room. Boo is sitting up, arms spread out in the air with a grimace.

He nodded to the two "I see your awake" he stated the obvious. Boo gave a small, polite smile that quivered in most likely pain. He offered up the cups, Tobias quickly taking hold of them. Boo spoke up first "you a-are..?" Timidity lacing his words showing his nervousness or fear.

He lowered his head for a few seconds introducing himself "you may adress me by Tomathy." The child nodded, as he carefully drank the water, holding the cup awkwardly and making sure the liquid didn't touch his lips. Tobias did the same, chugging the water in a few seconds. He cocked his head to the side curiously. Silence grew only for a few seconds before he tore it down with a question "care to eat?" 

Both had nodded their heads aggressively, one whining out in pain at irritated skin. He blinked at Tobias had not he fed him earlier? The boy in question stared back with a stubborn look. With a light huff he went to gather the bread. He had a little enchanted area downstairs, where wheat grew and stayed preserved. Bonemeal and torches did wonders and he was glad he still had some of his bones left in the chest.

He hussed a laugh at the thought of using his own bones.

He blinked twice, he wonders if if he were to do that, if he would regrow said bone, or the bone he's used would fix itself. He had a thought to try before he swiftly shot that idea down with a frown.

A voice. A voice whispered. why don't you? He whipped his head to the side, eyes widened dropping the bread in the process. He calmed himself telling himself that it was just the voices the crowded his head. Nevermind it sounded so close to him, so similar to him.

With that he picked up the bread and entered the room with the two. Their eyes snapped to him immediately. He handed Tobias the bread "currently food is a bit of a problem, so this is all I have. I apologize" the boy nodded looked rather satisfied with the loaf "it's ok" 

He nodded, a small kind smile gracing his lips "I'll be off then, call if you need anything" with that he slipped out of the room, a long list of chores to sort through jutting around his head. 

He was just glad it was early summer.

Chapter Text

Tommy sighed in contempt.

He faced the sky, nearly covered by the trees. Its been a year, nearly 2 and the boys were reaching 13 and 14 years.

Tobias needed help with his hand. He couldn't move his fingers aside for his thumb for quite a while. The boy never asked for help, yelling out he could do it in his own, but he got that figured out with little conversations on the topic and a little pushing.

He was never exactly told why he acted that way. He got the just of it though through little actions the boy did.

Boo was a bit harder. The boy cracked horribly under pressure and ended up in tears when more harder conversations happen. It was another thing that his own tears injured him. He somewhat helped the boy, but there wasn't much he could do with the boys shy nature. 

Though he was littered with scars that covered nearly half of his body. 

Distantly he heard the two come along, Tobias sounding much more happy. Boo, well he's boo. He sat up slightly to great the two.

He smiled warmly at the duo, tobias was soaking wet "hello Tobias, Boo." 

Boo's scars were faded, some still a bit pink. It covered his arms in blotches as well as permanent tear tracks from the times he's cried. He felt aweful for making him cry with he tended to his injuries, though they was already present when he's first seen him.

Meanwhile Tobias was somehow the least intact dispite being the most lucid when appeared, his pinky and part of his ring finger missing and his left cheek going down to his shoulder blotched with mangled scars. His smile was lop-sided one side being lower then it actually supposed to be.

Tobias waved aggressively as he made his way to sit near him, boo nodding his greeting and doing the same.

"Hello! We finished our chores! 

Tommy nodded in acknowledgment "that's good" he hummed.

Tobias nodded "yeah! My an' boo found this huge frog by the river and it looked so cool!"

He nodded "didn't I say boo is to not go near the river?"

Tobias seemed to halt at that before giving a knowing smile with a shrug "he wanted tuh' go so we went."

Tommy sighed "you both know it is dangerous for boo." 

Boo slumped down, a mumble of "sorry" barely being heard. 

Tommy's disappointment softened a bit "it's fine. Just be careful." He reminded "did you touch the water in any way?"

Tobias chuckled nervously "thats, actually why we're here" 

Boo nodded and a bit reluctantly showed his leg sported a new already blistering burn. He quickly tended to the burn.

"How did that happen? Did you have not enough time?" His words were filled with worry, as he worked with was he had on him. 

A paused slightly while working on the burn before continuing. He was getting worried in how attached he was getting with the two boys. He spaced out while he worked in the injury with careful hands.

How would they react to him immortality? They're just children and can't do much with that information. But they could hate him for it.

/I for one would be delighted to be immortal, I could live forever!/

-how come your not happy with this blessing?-

*Yeah!*

+If i met an immortal I'd be jealous+

*Yeee*

"Tomathy?"

"You're not helping." He growled out, a glare making its way onto his features.

Boo, who had spoken up and was the one to get his seething glare, flinched "s-sorry" 

He blinked, before quick to reassure "no! Not you" he cleared his throat, guilt lingering "I am terribly sorry about that, what did you want?"

He was long done with his mending. Tobias seemed uneasy.

Boo shifted under his gaze "um, I wa- no, no, nevermind."

Tobias nudged him with his elbow with a slight glare, though he seemed a bit more reserved.

Tommy tilted his head "you can tell me anything, you know that right?"

They both nodded.

Boo then continued "I was wondering if you could maybe make me more paper? If you could-" he grew quieter and quieter but he could still understand the boy.

Blinking, he thought it was something more serious that some paper.

He hummed looking up in thought. He'd have to push aside a few things around. 

Boo, seemingly taking his silence as a no, hunched further into himself "it's fine if you can't." 

Tommy shook his head "no, I can get you your paper, if you can wait a bit." 

Boo practically beamed, stuttering as he spoke "r-really? Thank y-you!" 

He nodded "of course."

As Tommy crushed flowers to make dye he thought about what to do about tge kids. Hes grown attached to the duo but he was scared. 

He was content alone. It was easy to get lost in his head and sleep the years away. When he spaced out the kids get worried. Not eating also worries them. Things he's long abandoned starts being an issue need of redoing. Such as little scraps and cuts need to be wrapped. 

He cursed at king exdee 'blessing' him. It wasn't even useful.

Maybe he should drop them at a village.

He put aside the red tint and chacked in the paper. He let out a satisfied hum at how it looked.

Maybe one that would treat them nicely. 

He took the petals of dandelions and began crushing them. He decided to leave the papers out to dry for another day.

Not a kingdom though. They usually had higher chances of cruelty.

He should make a book with the paper. The outside of leather and wood?

Leave them with enough food for a few nights. They can find someone for help right?

He hummed with a smile before covering the pigments and exiting the room. He couldn't make blue or purple, but he thought he made enough colours. So he went and started to prepare food.

But villages could go through a rough patch.

He filled a pot with water before placing the pot on the stove. He took out a few potatoes, celery, carrots, and an onion. Washing the vegetables, he put aside beef to thaw. He washes his hands before cutting up the vegetables. Working through the motions with a quiet tune, he make a stew that was a bit on the tastless side, but food is food to him. He threw in a bit of salt for taste, the kids on his mind.

He washed up as he yelled out "food is almost done! Wash up!"

He took out clay bowls and spoons. Grabbing the ladel, he stirred the stew a few times. The sun was long setting, the remaining casting a golden glow outside. 

The thumping of steps made there way to the kitchen, the appearance of the two boys looking a bit ragged. He snickered into his hand, a few twigs poking out of Boo's hair and mud covering Tobias's forest green shirt. 

They both had smile even though some mud on Boo caused achy red skin. It wasn't as bad as water so he deemed it ok.

Huffing he pointed to the river "no eating until you are cleaned. He handed a rag to Boo.

Tobias groaned, flingih his head back "your starving uss!" He whined, but heading outside. Boo followed after, not needing the river but often followed Tobias dispite being older.

He huffed out a laugh, setting up the bowls. He put his aside, and the other two on the table.

It wasn't long before the two, now clean kids stumbled in, Tobias still a bit wet and boo with slightly red skin. He nodded approvingly and gesturing to the two bowls.

Tobias frowned "where's your bowl?" 

Boo didn't say anything but his frown said what he thought for him.

Tommy smiled "I put it aside, I still have a few things to do, I'll eat later."

Tobias squinted, suspicious but nodded nonetheless.

Boo in the other hand shook his head "you haven't eaten all day," he froze up as the two looked at him with suprise.

Tobias sputtered before yelling out "WHAT?!"

"You were keeping track?"

Boo fumbled under our gazes but nodded.

Tobias then glared at Tommy "eat."

Tommy raised his hands "it's fine, I'll eat as soon as I'm done-" 

Tobias quickly cut him off with a yell "IF YOUR NOT EATING THEN I'M NOT EITHER!" He huffed as he crossed his arms.

He blinked "you have to eat, your still growing Tobias." 

The boy narrowed his eyes "oh, so I can stop eating when I'm older?"

"No thats not-" he sighed, fetching his bowl he had set aside.

Tobias was pleased and proceeded to eat it share. Boo waited until he took a bite.

It was quiet for a while, then Boo spoke up, voice timid "when you don't eat, you sleep longer." 

Tobias nodded aggressively "yeah!"

Tommy tilted his head "I'm sure a few hours without me is not that bad." 

Boo turned his gaze to the floor.

Tobias huffed "one time you were asleep for five days!" He took another bite before continuing "we were lucky you have so much bread"

"When we tried to wake you up, you wouldn't." Boo added, still looking down. 

"Fow a econd we 'ought you died" Tobias spoke, his mouth full of food.

His eyes widened just a smidge. Had he really slept that long while they were here? He chewed at his lower lip, well, eating usually gives him energy. So does sleeping. He could sleep forever if he wanted too. He didn't think not eating would make him sleep so long.

"Oh, apologies" 

Boo nodded at his apology "you woke up so its ok."

Tobias huffed but agreed with a nod.

He handed a book with a small bag of colours to Boo "here."

The book was plain and had dark lether as the covering. He couldn't make the papes exactly the same size bit he thought it was close enough.

Boo gaped at the book, feeling the pages with careful hands "th-thank you!" He looked at the bag next "wha." 

Tommy looked to the side "those are watercolour. You can give those to tobias if you don't want them."

Boo quickly shook his head "no! These are amazing!"  

The boy was quick to hug him. Tommy tilted his head, suprised at the affection. Boo was quick to let go though.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry I wa-" 

"It's fine." 

He ruffled the boys hair. He was growing much taller, nearing his height very quickly. No doubt he'll be taller them him.

Boo smiled, a small timid thing. He smiled back, before retracting his hand.

With that he quickly left the room, frown replacing his warm smile. The voices screeched out in a harmonious chaos that brought a headache to his head.

He sighed placing his palm against his forehead, hoping that would someway ease the ache.

It didn't do much. He couldn't even make out what they wanted, what changed. 

He headed outside, the air growing colder each day.

+BLOOD+

*CHAOS*

-i just want to see something different :)-

#BOREDOM!!#

\You've been in this dumb forest forevveerrr!\

He sat on the bench, sighing as the voices overlapped eachothers words making a concoction of horrible screeching. Much of it's screeching seem to be for boredom, though he could not make on how they could be bored.

He looked ahead with a blank minded stare.

"TOMATHY!"

He blinked at the call of his name.

Tobias came hurdling towards him. 

Soon enough he skidded to a stop, huffing. After a second to catch his breath he stood tall, one he stood when we first met.

He spoke his question with hardened eyes "why are there bags ready in the closet?"

He tilted his head, whether to tell the truth or not running through his head. How would he react? Would he be hurt? That he'd be leaving the duo at a village? He's sure its fine. But even as he says this guilt lays heavily in his stomach.

"Oh, I'm planning on heading to the nearest village for ink." The lie was told easily, even so Tobias squinted suspiciously.

Tommy raised an eyebrow "you are coming, of course. The food I've seen you two make seemed. Less, then edible." He scrunched up his nose at the thought of their concoction of what they deemed food.

Tobias gasped in offence "it was very good!" He placed a fisted hand against his chest, playing up the dramatics "you just don't have TASTE unlike us," he huffed.

"Sure, lets go with that." He nodded with a look.

Tobias huffed, running off to his room. Seconds later he heard Boo screech out.

He smiled, the bags out of the boys head for now. He was smart, and cautious. It made it hard to lie to the duo, but not impossible. All he really did was redirect their attention. It worked about half the time and that was enough for him.

He should teach them how to cook, or at least one of them. That is a pretty necessary thing. He farrowed his eyebrows was thoughts racing through his head. Maybe he should fake his death. The thought of their betrayed faces makes a lump in his throat.

He looked to his utensils, more specifically the kitchen knives.

He shook his head, going outside to set the cattle and sheep up with enough feed for how long he'll be gone for.  He made an odd contraption that timed the feed. It was clunky and gave a bit to much feed but it'll work for now. The chickens already had a whole think going for them so that was good.

He sighed, leaning his head against the hiden fences. He still has time to think this plan through. Whether this is the good thing to do, for him and the kids.

He looked to at his home, seeing a mop of light brown hair duck under the window, not exactly enough for him to stop seeing Boo's hair. He huffed out a laugh, a soft smile making its way to his lips.

He decided to head to the village and make the decision there.

Chapter Text

He knew reality often played tricks with him, offering little treats. Just enough for him to stay with the will to live. To interact, to laugh and smile. Then the trick would play out as if it was some twisted game for fate to play.

His loved ones would die, yet he would remain. Horrible people try to lie and he would fall, all for the hope of being loved again.

The kind are rarely left intact without any sort of trauma.

Toby was obviously that sort. Missing parts of his little hand, refusing to speak of such faults.

Boo was different, sort of. His memory short but his words kind yet timid.

Walking along the village a new the people greeted in kind, the days passed like sand as the duo grew Infront of his eyes yet he stayed the same.

Always the same.

Toby's fascination with tinkering grew along with his defensive walls. He could read people then Tommy himself. Little ways to make living easier yet injured the forest the same. He made sure to keep the damage at bay.

Boo seemed lost most times. His book helped with that. He enjoyed making books, making paper and binding them into hardcover books after days of work. A kind old man had offered him this knowledge.

In a measly six years and the duo were thriving.

Much after their shared twenty sixth birthday Toby had nervously called Tommy for a talk, nervous shifting along the lived in treehouse.

Tommy, face free of the mask he bore most of his time out left on the kitchen table, tilted his head.

"What is it you want Toby?." Tommy spoke softly, as if speaking to the child Toby was such a little while ago.

"I know- I know," Toby muttered, barely heard under his breath "I've been-" he cut himself off "we've been, thinking of moving." He spoke with some hesitancy.

Tommy's gut dropped. It was a bit sudden. He didn't see any sort of indications that they wanted to leave. Had he done something wrong? When did they start thinking-

He took a shuttering breath.

Then again, they are in their mid twenties.

People leave and to their own thing long earlier then how they've stuck by his side.

Tommy's thoughts cluttered and filled with a sort of anxiety that made him clench and unclench his fingers through a steady, careful breath.

"Ok." 

"I know, you're worried and I promis-" Toby paused "pardon?"

"I said," Tommy took another careful breath "ok. You're far then old enough to leave." He smiled, looking, acting far older then his own frozen in time appearance "besides, there's no fun in staying in place!" 

Toby stared at him, a look he's known and deciphered as confusion, but said nothing else.

Tommy watched quietly through the days as they got ready for their departure. He had made gifts earlier, albeit rushed to to his lack of time awareness.

They packed a small cart, no trail this deep in the forest big enough for mules.

He said his goodbyes, hugging each of them as if he'd never see them again. It could very well be it. Time was so fast and they grow old.

Tommy gave Tobias a bag. It wasn't much but was well made. A forest green with little dandelions embroidered on the side.

For Boo, a journal. In their favorite colour. A dark purple with text Infront saying memory. It was not to bulky so that he could carry it anywhere.

With that they were off. Following the small trail away from the place he called home. He watched till they were mere specs and then some. He sighed, picking at his nails. If they needed him they'd know where to look and find him.

He wasn't worried.

The next few days felt slow. Empty. Like something was missing. Something was, he knew. But he couldn't say out loud. He just kept himself moving in some way. Knitting, chopping wood, tending to the animals, cooking, baking, making. Anything to keep his mind off things.

For some reason, he felt alone. Not in a way how he felt before. Empty. 

Like he didn't know what to do with himself without others.

He leaned against the fence, looked over yonder. Passed the trees and greenery.

Perhaps a new adventure? Or a new hobbies? What else could he do?

He could sleep.

That was a good pastime.

What if he tried staying in the present for longer? He never sees past fifty-

The thought of someone he loved dying crossed his mind. He pursed his lip. He picked at his nailbed. 

What of his kids? What of them? They went off to explore the world with what little time they have, to just be. To settle down.

What if they come back?

He felt restless in a way, in a way that time is slowed. That it was moving along like honey.

He decided to take a nap.

Just to be safe, he wrote a letter. Posting it on his front door. For the two he took in just a few years ago.

Going to his bed, covered in the softest blankets he's made, he laid down, closed his eyes.

And just breathed.

He hoped his habit of sleeping in didn't affect his sleeping schedule to much.