Wings Sewn to Destiny (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2 - Knights at the Round Table

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Mermaid - Yuna

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A shot of pain carried its way through my head as someone pulled my hair in a familiar combing motion. I feel my hair part and a small vibration from the person's touch echo through me.

My body was hurting and my head was killing me. Every movement, whether it was my eyes darting around under my eyelids, or a slight jolt to my fingers or toes that had me clenching my teeth together. I somehow managed to open my eyes to a tarp that seemed to be like an easy tear down and set up home. It was almost as if I had gotten taken by a group of bandits, maybe even some traveling gypsies. I turned my head, despite the pain, to catch a glance of the person that I could barely see out of the corner of my eyesight. The man who I could now see was someone you definitely can't miss. His physique was large and along with his imposing eyes and dark attire, the man definitely could make a girl swoon even if she had a partner.

I am gonna call thou Arthur. Are terms friendly enough for that? I know you have a name but my throat hurts too much and asking is out of the question. Well, I assume that friendship will be created by the Gods by the next morrow if the name grates on your nerves!

The bed I was laying on shifted and I almost rolled off, gracefully might I add, until a large hand pushed my shoulder into the mattress and made it very hard to find an escape route. I opened my eyes, which had closed when I was awaiting the fall, to see Arthur glaring at me. He seemed to be upset and if the fast flapping of his gums were not any indication of that, the deathly gleam in his eyes and reddening face could. This all skips past me as my mind wasn't comprehending much. To also state that my hearing was not the best at the moment or saying that I was so into my own little world would be another reason I did not try and pay attention. By now Arthur had realized something was wrong, as I was basically unresponsive, which I then felt wind blow gently by my ear. It didn't bother me in the slightest as all I could think about was the place I was confined in. How did I get to be in what I am assuming is an auction house?

Arthur obviously had a problem with my lack of responses as he grabbed me tightly and pushed my body back and forth. This shaking action made me feel as though my brain was bouncing around in my skull and with a wave of nausea creeping up on me, I could feel my throat burn and I felt hot. With the flu-like symptoms I gagged as if I was going to puke, which thankfully, only resulted in a line of spit that dragged down my face. I was glad that Arthur was not in contact with me anymore as I'm sure that any type of contact would have made it worse. But when I looked around with my blurred vision, nobody had occupied the space Arthur was at in the tent. A flap to leave the tent was swaying gently in the breeze, and all of my thoughts said to fly away, to escape and be on my own. That sounded delightful, but that thought crashed and burned when a small man ran in with Arthur following behind him. The man gripped the side of my head, pushing me down to where I was lying quite uncomfortably might I add. My shirt was opened hastily and something cold touched my skin. After the displeasing coldness was lifted of my chest I felt a tingling sensation of some paste the small male put on me. Along with the coldness and tingling it helped make my breathing became more regulated. My coughing had also quieted and I felt relatively happy that I was able to catch my breath.