started: 23/08/2022
ended: --/--/----
just a oneshot book of the black phone, i'm going through a phase and this is a new hyperfixation i've picked up.
❛❛ we'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when, but I know we'll meet again some sunny day ! ❜❜
we'll meet again, vera lynn.
[Y/N] [L/N] OF BRITANNIAwas a prince beloved by all. he ascended to the heavens at the meek age of 17, and was extremely talented in martial arts. he was kind and gentle, and always helped the common folk. it was his one dream after all.
[y/n] was adorned in many colourful robes and a colourful mask, and his sword strapped tightly around his waist in its hilt. he flawlessly and gracefully glided through the air with a soft smile on his face.
the moment was cut short by the screams of a few people, which alerted the prince. there was a peasant boy falling from the city wall. still, [y/n] was unbothered. he elegantly glided forward in the direction of the boy, catching him in his warmth.
the boy looked up at him awestruck, which wasn't that out of the ordinary for the divine prince. [y/n] gave the boy a warm smile as the boy's eyes sparkled with something new. something loving.
the boy wore messy bandages around his head, and his hair was in a short, messy ponytail. he was extremely dirty and didn't smell the best. remembering this, the boy slightly panicked, realizing he was in the prince's arms and would be heavily chastised when he returned home. if you could even call it that.
but unbeknownst to the little boy, [y/n] didn't care if the boy tarnished his clothes. the little boy's life mattered much more than a piece of cloth that could be washed. [y/n] was still carrying the little boy as he tried to find a safer place to put him down.
when he found a spot at the very front of the parade, he put the boy down, giving him a warm smile once again. "what is your name?" The boy looked hesitant, "...r-robin..." [y/n]'s smile grew wider. "robin? that's a very pretty name! my name is [y/n]." The little boy, robin, didn't even look him in the eye, he just stared at his feet.
"it's alright little one, you're not in trouble." robin hesitantly looked up at him in response, and [y/n] offered him a gentle smile once again. "how old are you little one?" the boy averted his gaze, not saying anything. after a few seconds, he slowly held up ten fingers in the prince's direction.
