MCYT/HermitCraft Oneshots!

A Dance

TW: Welsknight angst :[

3rd Person POV

Wels sits on the steps of his castle, the drops of rain burning his exposed skin. Smoke rises into the air from the burning flesh, the knight just sitting there. The rain stops, a shadow making the gloomy weather worse.

"You're going to get nasty scars if you stay out here."

Wels looks up, Hels holding an umbrella above his head.

"What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing. You know water burns you, why are you sitting in the rain?"

"I'm wearing armor."

"That doesn't seem to be doing much."

Wels takes his brothers outstretched hand, the older pulling him to his feet.

"How about we go inside? I think Hypno and Jevin would kill me if you stay out here any longer."

Hels shrugs, going inside.

"...Did something happen between you three?"

"Hypno and Jevin are fighting." Wels picks a flower out of a base, twirling it, "I don't want to get involved."

"Isn't it your-" Hels stops, watching as Wels crushes the head of the flower in his hand, the petals fluttering to the floor.

"Come with me Wels." Hels hooks his arm with the blondes, dragging him through the castle.

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"Wels? Are you...." Hels peaks into their bedroom, his twin curled up in the corner, "Oh Wels...let me see."

Hels walks over, kneeling in front of his brother.

"You're going to wrinkle your dress shirt."

Wels looks up at Hels, the slight sizzle of burning flesh echoing in the room. Using his sleeve Hels gently wipes the tears away, making the burning stop.

"Did he hurt you?"

"It wasn't father."

"Who hurt you?"

Wels grabs his hands, smiling, "I'm not hurt Hels."

"Don't lie to me Wels. You're shaking, I can see the black eye under that poorly done makeup."

"...It wasn't father."

"Then who?....Wels, did you leave the castle?"

The blonde looks away.

"Wels."

"Ok yes, I went into town."

"Welsknight!"

"I know! I'm sorry...I just..."

Hels sighs, hugging his brother, "I know, you need to be more careful, ok?"

"Ok."

The brunet gets up, helping Wels to his feet, "Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"Well, I know we can't actually host any fancy balls because of father but it's such a shame to see those dance lessons go to waste."

Wels looks up at him curiously, following him down to the ball room. Hels pushes the double doors open, quiet music playing, the room dimly lit with candles.