The King of Crows

His Old Family

"Kristin and Theseus?" I asked, trying my hardest to be comfortable on the edge of the piano's chair. Thankfully he could tell, and helped me. By putting me on his thigh. Great. Our conversation just made it even more weird. "Do I look like your late wife exactly?"

Phil slowly looked at me from top to bottom, before looking back at my eyes. Shaking his head a little with a chuckle. "Not exactly Y/N," He answered, calming down with a smile on his lips. "You do not exactly look like her, but your attitude is quite close."

"What; high off sass? Being sceptical?" I laughed a little at his embarrassed face, groaning into the palm of his hands. "I know, I know. I'm too much to handle."

"Y/N..." He groaned into his hands, the faint blush not vanishing from his cheeks. Moving his fingers to stare at me through the gaps, I thought he was trying to kill me with looks. But instead he sighed, placing his hands back on his lap. "Kristin was an amazing wife, a woman who could defend all she cared about. Theseus was a ball of energy, I can never know how to explain his attitude. But I love my son, even if he is gone."

I hummed quietly, hugging the blonde; feeling him hug back around my torso. A comforting silence surrounded us, the piano beginning to play again as Phil inserted the Hallow Heart for the second time. I shook my head with a small laugh, not even trying to stop him from playing the music. It wasn't that bad honestly.

"Your hair is soft," Phil softly spoke, his hand going through my hair. Closing my head, I allowed him to continue playing with my hair. It was comforting, nice, other positive things I guess. I dunno. I nodded in response, melting into the touch. Listening to what he continued to say. "Kristin was powerful, an almighty goddess," I chuckled a little at his description. "Sometimes I still have nightmares of their deaths."

"How long ago did they die, may I ask?" My head tilted up to see Phil's face more easily. His arms that were wrapped around me became tighter, so any thought of escaping was gone.
Wait... WAIT! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! IS HE GOING TO FUCKING KILL ME?! Shiiiiiiiiiiiit.....
I'm going to either have PTSD or be murdered; which is worse?!

"I do not mind," Phil responded, his grip not getting looser. My face was shoved into his chest, because no way in hell was he seeing the amount of sweat coming off of my face! He'd probably feel it, but it's probably just going to soak into his coat so... Fuck! I should stop ranting. He's probably half way through explaining and I've heard jack shit- "Are you okay?"

"Huh? Sorry, I was zoned out," I apologised to him, only moving my eyes to see his face. It hurt, and I mostly saw black, but I could see his lips. I'll take that win! A heard a small laugh come from him. Okay? What the hell was funny? Does this man also have broken humour? Oh my god it's almost like, iT'S a MaTCh MaDe iN HeAVeN! I will punt everyone to the moon if that's the case, I hate that shit. It never works in reality, but if done right it's a good book or fanfic. And I'm ranting again...

"It is fine, that happens to me too," He answered after calming down, not bothering to say why he was laughing. Probably because of what he said, but I don't know. I'm shit at reading people. Why am I suddenly swearing? I dunno; almost like I could get murdered! "I will explain again if that is okay."

"Yeah, go ahead," I sighed out, done with my own rantings. "It's great to open up to strangers right?"

"I mean... we could be friends?" Phil asked, with, I think, hope in his eyes. I could barely see them though, so that could just be a stretch on my own half. I don't have friends so... I just shrugged with a small nod as my answer. "Oh, that is great! I have always wanted a friend, it has been so long. Now continuing on; they died centuries ago. Maybe even longer. It has been so long without my family, it is hard to remember."

"Wait- centuries?" I leaned back in shock, my eyes wide and my face now even more sweaty. Just great. "Hundreds of years ago? You should be dead by now!... No offence."

"Nope, it is fine," He waved his hand a little, both of us now realising that my sudden pull freed me from his grip. I'm free! "Yeah, I should have been dead a long time ago. But it is a curse that was given to me by Kristin, you understand?"

"I feel sorry for you," I began speaking softly to him, his steel-blue eyes staring at my own. Was he staring into my soul? I have no idea, I hope not. "But isn't the curse thing a bit cliché?"

"Yes, it does appear 'cliché'," Phil answered, making small air quotes with his index fingers. "But it makes a lot of sense with who she was. Now tell me about your family."

"Well, it's just me and my mom," I began talking, knowing I should ask what he meant by that later. I watched the blonde remove the Hallow Heart from its slot again, the piano's music fading away quickly. I should ask him about that too, but he's already explained what it does. Maybe where he got it? "Like I said my brother and dad died in a car crash from a drunkard, they were coming home from his school... Okay, I'll let you off with your curse. Mine also sounds cliché."

We began laughing for a bit, both of us realising how similar our pasts sound to books. When we finally calmed down I began to continue, Philza was listening with such interest and intent. I couldn't see any malice behind his blue eyes. It was nice. "Anyway, my mom is the best. She's a great independent woman, even if she has some issues with being alone. You know? Hmm... I mean my dad was amazing too, not a deadbeat - nobody in my family is or was - my brother was also great. We used to play his games together all the time; I sometimes play them still, haven't gotten rid of a single one. Even if I don't like the game, it has attachment. If that makes sense."

'It does, do not fret. I have kept this coat and Hallow Heart; they were given to me by Theseus and Kristin," Phil softly smiled, the two of us standing up from the piano's chair. Walking back over to the elegant, but broken, doorway frame, I hoped to go back home. I basically just told this man everything about my past, there's no way I'm seeing him again. "So should we continue looking around the castle? I know other secret places."

I know he means well, but that doesn't sound right. Oh yeah! "Hey what did you mean by curse? How did Kristin even give you a curse? Isn't that impossible?"

"Oh, yeah..." Phil's voice trailed off, walking alongside me around some of the corridors. I started stroking a bit of the coat {shut, it feels so soft}, only to move my hand away when I saw him watch me. "What was that for?"

"I just- it's soft okay!" I defended myself, waving my hands around. Philza laughed at my actions, moving his coat so I could continue stroking the soft coat. Phil watched me smile at my action, I looked up to speak while playing with the coat. "Now are you going to answer?"

"Mmm...sorry. Kristin, she was the queen of this castle," The man answered quietly, my eyes widening slightly. But it made sense sort of, his way of speaking was too formal. And the centuries thing, obviously. "I became the king when we married, but for some reason only I was remembered. Not my wife, the queen, or my son, the prince. It hurts Y/N, it hurts so much."