Torn

Chapter Three: His Smile.

Victor was quite surprised by the young fairy's comment. The fact that he wasn't holding him accountable was quite, surprising. The large male had never heard of a fairy that wasn't afraid of him. Let alone a young one, that seemed to had lost his family to Victor's followers. Cyrus truly seemed to be such such gentle soul, and Victor had taken notice to that very quickly. "Perhaps you don't hold me accountable for that." He stated. The male shifted up a bit before cocking his head lightly. The king noticed the bruising on Cyrus's ankle, "You're ankle, how did you manage manage that?"

The small male gave a light shake his head. Cyrus had finally gotten up and was gathering his laundry. He let out a deep sigh as he flew about, "You did last night, m'lord. You were quite heavy to get here. Blacking out seemed to make it quite difficult to carry you, lead you really with most of your weight on me. I'm not nearly as big as you." Cyrus smiled softly before shaking his head, "It will heal, so don't worry."

"Can you not heal yourself? I'm sure that would make things much easier on you." He cocked his head in a confused manner. Victor had difficulty recalling the night before. The king shifted a bit; quite surprised by the fact that the little male was capable of getting him there. Victor truly was beyond unsure how the sprite had managed to drag Victor there. The king was much bigger then him, and it surprised him, "Were you not worried that someone would kill you?" The male cocked his head lightly. He crossed his arms as he spoke, "They would taken your head quicker then mine, sprite."

Cyrus shook his head. His turquoise eyes lit up as he listened to Victor speak. He rolled his eyes lightly before giving a light shrug, "I cannot heal myself. I'm afraid it doesn't work that way." He paused for a moment. The blonde shook his head lightly before brushing his fingers through his hair. The younger male seemed to be quite agitated by the kings constant questions about fear, but during all of it, he kept himself calm. The male gave a light shrug of his shoulders. "My wounds will heal with time." He stated, "Magic does not work on me. It never has." Cyrus rolled his eyes, "I'm always afraid, my lord, but that doesn't stop me from living." He mumbled a quietly, "Because of your laws, I'm supposed to be turned in to you, or your nephew to be beheaded. I suppose I can say it is a worry, but to be honest, I'm more worried about your citizens trying to kill me more then you. They are convinced I'm a monster, because of you." Cyrus looked outside. He took a deep sigh before brushing his hair back behind his ear, "I'm going to go wash clothes in the river. You're welcome to join me. I'm sure you would like to get outside, yes?"

King Victor rolled his eyes. The male gave a light shake of his head. He had never knew that sprites couldn't use their magic on themself. The matter was surprising, and when Cyrus told him it was his fault that his ankle had been hurt so badly, the king's guilt grew. 'He has no interest in harming me.' Victor thought, 'Even knowing who I am.' The male sighed as he turned his back to Cyrus. The larger male couldn't let himself look weak in front of the sprite. So putting on a tempered show seemed to be his plan, "I'd rather stay inside, sprite. Go do what you wish. I need rest."

Cyrus was already out the old wooden door; ignoring what the male had to say. Of course the small male was afraid of the king, but right now, the young male had the upper hand. Cyrus may not of been able to walk, but he could fly, and he seemed to be making quite a use of it.

The young male danced about outside. He went down a small hill and towards the fresh water creak bed. Cyrus rested his knees on the soft green grass. He looked about for a moment; listening for any sort of movement or people about. Though they were in the thicker parts of the forest. Anyone finding the two of them, was quite slim.

Cyrus pulled out the clothes one by one; happily washing them. As he did, the water wrapped around his hands. The young male smiled; enjoying the feeling of the cool water. Cyrus was at home here truly. Water was part of him, and he didn't want to ever be away from it. 'It reminds me of home.' He thought, 'What it used to be.' Cyrus sighed softly. It hadn't always been this way for him, but since the murder of his parents, this seemed to be the safest place he could be.

Victor rolled back and forth in the floor. He groaned as he attempted to get comfortable, but lying in the floor was truly quite uncomfortable.  Even with the pile of blankets that Cyrus had placed, the king was just much to big.

Victor finally forced himself to sit back up. He took a deep breath before turning his attention to the door. He couldn't help but be curious to what the young sprite was up to. The male wanted to see him again. Victor wanted to talk to him, and truly, just learn about him. 'It doesn't hurt to be curious.' Victor thought, 'I might as well take a look.'

Victor pulled himself up off the floor. He held his side as the intense pain shocked through it. The red headed male let out a tempered growl as he sneered his lip, "Ah, fucking hell!" He snapped. After getting to his feet, he made his way to the door and pushed it open.

Outside, Cyrus was crouched next to a fawn. It's mother was grazing quietly as Cyrus did so. She didn't seem worried about the water fairy's attention being on her little babe. More so, she seemed to feel safe.

"Come here little one, look, I have berries." Cyrus rummaged through a small pouch before managing to find a few. He reached his hand out slowly as he gave the woodland creature a kind smile, "I won't hurt you." He stated, "Come now, take a bite." Cyrus had a very gentle voice. Truly, he was part of the woods. He belonged there.

What Victor saw, made him smile. Never had he seen deer that close before. The fact that the fawn finally decided to move closer and begin eating caught the King's attention. Though, it was Cyrus more so. The large male couldn't keep his gaze off. Victor gave a light shake of his head. His cheeks turned a soft crimson.

"Hmm?" Cyrus had heard the door open, but he hadn't paid any mind. Mostly because he was focused on the little fawn. Who was now trying to get into every pocket the young male had. Cyrus noticed Victor was standing in the door way watching. His eyes locked with Victor's as he gave him a tender smile, "Come on then, she's a friendly little girl!" Cyrus exclaimed.

The smile had done it in for Victor. His face was flushed as a frustration ran over him. The king turned his attention away from Cyrus, ignoring his comment about coming to pet the fawn. 'What am I doing?' Victor thought, 'Falling for a sprite?'