Seeker

Brave

"I can hear you, you know." Harry said softly, just enough to make sure that the other can hear him. There was an audible gasp and a halt of movement. Harry smiled to himself, cheering in his mind that finally, finally he is able to catch his company in an unexpected time.

The sun had just kissed the horizon when he started moving again. Strolling deeper into the unyielding mystique Jade forest that other wanderers disappeared into. A fact that should have scared Harry away, but no. Being a pure blood wanderer he went on a journey to see the beauty of the untold forest.

"You don't have to face me," Harry starts again. Completely stopping on his track, eyes ahead of him. "I just want to talk to you. May I?"
There was a pregnant silence before Harry heard a whispered 'yes', almost as if the voice is speaking on his ears.

"Can we start with a name?" Harry asked, making a move to walk forward again, smiling upon hearing the other's footstep with him. "I'm Harry of the Estrella isles."

"I'm," there it is again, the gush of that soft voice that convinced Harry that who ever it is, he is one with the wind. "Louis."

"Louis." Harry tries the name in his tongue. "Are you as brave as what your name says you are, Louis?"

"I like to think I am."

"You probably are. If not, then it would be a shame since I'd have no one with me here."

The conversation went on until Harry reached a pond and started hearing some voices other than Louis. It's all sweet, harmonized, and alluring. Harry cannot even decipher the things Louis is telling him because right there in the pond are women singing to him.
A hand yanked Harry out of reverie just inches before his face is completely submerged in the water. The force had woken him up successfully but he closed his eyes to compose his thought, even out his breathing, and just simply calm his heart down. There are hands in his face, hands he can clearly feel the aoft pads of the palm as if it hadn't touch anything but pillow in its existence. When Harry opened his eyes he knows he's finally shackled down. Shackled by the most beautiful and gentle eyes he had seen in his life.

"Louis?" He asked, making sure he's not in reverie anymore.

"Yes. " The man in front of him answered, brows still knit from worry. "Are you alright, Harry?"

For a moment all Harry did is to stare. This is what he'd been missing all along. He lets his hand reach for the cheeks of Louis and as what he was expecting, it's just as soft as his palm, if not then softer.

"I can finally head home for I have found what I have been seeking for." Harry spoke softly, thumb still caressing Louis' cheeks.

"And that is?" Louis asked, eyes glossy with impending tears.

"The true meaning of beauty and love," Harry smiles softly at Louis, slowly adjusting to let his face hover Louis'. "And love, you have given me both."