Chapter Two: A Little Magic.

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Victor shifted in his seat; wincing as he attempted to get comfortable. While Cyrus pranced about in attempts to find something. The King couldn't seem to take his eyes off the small male. Cyrus was quite feminine and truly eye drawing. The red head truly had a pent up guilt for even hurting the little water sprite. 'He saved me.' The King thought, 'I should show some sympathy.' Victor shook his head lightly at his own thoughts before taking a deep sigh, "What can you fix on me, sprite?"

Cyrus rolled his eyes lightly. He turned back the Victor with a kind smile. The small male was very gentle it seemed, and more so, patient with the King's outbursts. The young male moved forward before falling on his knees with a soft thud into the floor in front of the King, "Relax, my lord. You're to tense." Cyrus smiled lightly before he began to remove the male's dressing on his forehead, and his side, "This isn't going to heal it completely, but it will make it more bearable, and give you more movement." Cyrus dipped his hands in water before looking up at the larger male, "May I?"

King Victor's brow raised as he watched the small male work; even dipping his hands in the liquid. The red head brushed his hair back before giving a light shrug, "Try it, but if I say to stop, you stop." The king was quite demanding. He didn't ask him to stop, he was telling. Just like most of the things Cyrus did for him, seemed to be told to be done. If Cyrus was going to hurt him, Victor assumed he would had already.

The snowy haired male looked over Victor. He took a deep breath before placing his hands on the gash on his side, "Just relax for me, my lord." As he said this, his hands began to glow a bright turquoise color. His smile soon faded as he winced a bit. The small male's breathing became quite rasp as he attempted to continue.

This lasted for only a few minutes. When Cyrus brought his hands back, the wound was much smaller and would be easier to maintain. The young male reached his hand up hesitantly as he attempted to catch his breath, "Your forehead, let me fix that."

Victor watched in awe as his side closed up. He felt very little pain from it. Though, he had discomfort from Cyrus pressing against his small hands against it, but it felt much better then it had. As the fairy asked if he could touch his forehead, he tensed a bit, "I-I suppose you can, but must you touch?" Victor didn't seem like the touching type. When he had awoke, he had sent Cyrus flying back. Now, they were inches away from one another.

Cyrus shook his head lightly, "It does not work like that, my lord. Now please, just relax and let me heal you." The small male smiled softly before placing his hands on his forehead against the large gash, "Relax now. I'm not going to hurt you." The water sprite closed his eyes and began to concentrate once again. The soft glow ran underneath his hands. The water was warm and soothing.

Victor tensed a bit. The male grabbed a hold of Cyrus's hip and held it tightly. His eyes lit up as he pulled him against his waist, "Careful little one, I'm still sore." Victor held Cyrus there as the male healed him. When he was done, the gash was completely cleared up. Victor opened his eyes before placing his hand gently on his own forehead. The king's eyes widened before he gave a soft nodd, 'That was amazing.' He thought. Victor looked down at the small male before realizing he still had a tight hold on him, "I'm sorry." He let go of him rather quickly and leaned back from him, "How did you learn to do that?"

Cyrus was shocked by the sudden jolt on his hips. The fairies eyes widened as he turned his head in a nervous manner. "G-Gah." He leaned back a bit. The fairy couldn't fight against the larger male's grip if he wanted to. Victor was a large man, and truly quite intimidating. Once he had finally decided to let go, Cyrus moved back from him. His cheeks darkened as he rubbed his shoulder. Oddly, his breathing was heavy, and he seemed to be having trouble staying awake. Cyrus leaned back before sitting down next to Victor with with soft thud. "You rest for the day, my lord. This soup will be good over the fire for the day if you get a bit more of a appetite. I'll make sure to keep you warm." Cyrus stood up before giving a light bow if his head.

When asked how he had learned his healing tricks, the young male merely shook his head, "I was taught lessons as a child, and they seemed to get better with age but it exhausts me quite bit. I can work on that gash on your side again later, but for now, I need to take a rest." Cyrus pulled his legs up against his chest before taking a deep breath, "I'm tired now." He laughed softly, even smiling kindly up at the king. The fairy was truly a gentle soul.

Victor's cheeks seemed to redden. He turned his glance away from the smaller male's before giving a light shake of his head. He couldn't be more surprised by this young fairy. They were very clever and much more formal then he had ever seen one, "Cyrus is it? I-" He paused for a moment before turning his attention back to the fairy; admiring his looks. "I must say for such a small male, you have quite a power. I must thank you for what you've done. You've saved your monster's life."

The sprite tensed at the King's comment about being his monster. It was no lie that Victor had slaughtered all magical beings in the realm to keep the power for himself, but he wasn't Cyrus's monster it seemed, "You may have killed all of them, but you had nothing to do with what happened to my family. I shouldn't hold you accountable for things that you didn't do, just someone you influenced." Cyrus turned his attention away. "So leave that be."

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