[1] WEEPING MONK // you're not what I was looking for

34| Brothers {Part One}

═ 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 ═

[TW// mild grief and retrospective grief]

Lancelot is reunited with someone thoroughly unexpected from his past. Ari also receives something quite unforeseen.

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Run, run lost boy

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"Excuse my impertinence your Highness, but I would like a word with my brother."

The dark haired man spat out his words like they were an insult, like the term of brother was a well deserved slap to the face.

"Hector," Lancelot breathed out almost immediately with the realisation that shocked him to the core. He had not recognised his younger brother but he saw it now, the similarity in his face, in his eyes as he stared. It can't be, he's dead. But no Fey in their right mind would openly boast and falsely claim to be the Weeping Monk's brother in this way, so there was only one answer.

The man snapped his eyes back to his away from Ari, a cold and rugged storm to reflect his own as the waters started to betray him. He felt like he were no longer breathing, like he no longer needed the air. The frown on his forehead sat so tightly that it almost hurt as Lancelot tried to comprehend just how this could be happening. His grip around his sword twitched to search for some kind of answer even though it held none.

Lancelot blinked to try and shake it away. No, it was his mind playing tricks on him and the man stood a few feet away was just a figment of his imagination. But when his eyes quickly opened again he realised that it was no ghost. The man lived and breathed and was here in his presence. His lips parted and he almost stuttered out his name once more, Hector?

Ari was more than a little lost for words, Lancelot had been sure that Hector was not alive, she remembered him saying so. She shifted her eyes carefully but she could only see part of his face as he stood before her. Her own heart had started to tremble and if she was feeling like that then she could only imagine what was going on with his own. Ari thought it best that she not say anything, this reunion was not something for her to get in the middle of right then. She reached in the short distance and touched above Lancelot's elbow with just enough pressure to not startle him, though she didn't think that anything would rouse him from his trance. His attention barely broke from the other man but it did not meet her either. Ari silently stepped more into his view, allowing her thumb to run over his sleeve reassuringly before she nodded at the man claiming to be his brother and walked forwards out of the tent.

She stole a glance back over her shoulder to Lancelot and a helplessness washed over her. She always wanted to fix things but this situation was not hers to do so. Ari did not meet his eyes but he looked perhaps more lost beneath the mask he wears than she had seen him be in days.