In which unfold between the futur king of united England and a Frank bastard a tragedy so tragic even ancient greece couldn't have wrote it.
OC X ÆTHELSTAN
OC X OC
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Clovis is hiding. But he is not scared. He is crouching behind a tapestry in the monastery, holding is clothes close to his legs so they won't show from under the long embroidered piece of fabric. He is playing hide and seek. The floor he is sitting on is cold, but he ignores it. Winning is more important to him.
Suddenly, he hears soft footsteps near his hiding spot. The boy freezes, holding his breathes as the steps come closer. Two feet appears in his vision. Then there is a pause. Neither of them moves. Clovis starts to think that perhaps, the other is simply thinking about where he is hiding and has no suspicion that the boy is right behind the fabric. He lets out a small, minuscule even, breath out, a victorious smile on his lips.
But then, the tapestry is yanked by a sudden movement and Clovis hears a "Ha ha!". A browned haired boy in monk clothing (just like the ones Clovis himself is wearing) is beaming from ears to ears as his hand holds the fabric. Clovis childishly stomps his foot on the floor as he understands that he has lost yet again.
"No! This is unfair!" he complains as he gets out of his hiding spot.
"It's just how the game works" responds Æthelstan, shrugging.
He looks proud, and Clovis pouts and crosses his arms.
"How do you always find me?"
"You always hide in the same spots!" laughs the other boy.
