Torn

Chapter Five: Time Heals.

Several days had passed since Victor had first been saved by the young sprite. Cyrus continued to help heal him slowly, but of course it drained the young male quite a bit. Victor had finally got his strength back, but for some reason, he couldn't seem to get himself to leave. He didn't want to leave Cyrus there to the wild dogs. If the citizens of the village didn't find him, one of soldiers would, and gladly kill the young sprite without a second thought.

Cyrus was walking on both feet once again. Though occassionally he had to fly, it seemed he preferred to walk. Victor was unsure why, but he hadn't brought himself to ask. The two had decided to go fishing. Cyrus hopped about down the rocky bed as he looked about curiously, "Come on then! I've been catching your food since you got here! The least you can do is catch a fish, or can a king not provide for himself?" Cyrus grinned as he glanced back at Victor. The young male had quite the attitude at times, but it was because he wanted to make the king laugh or really, just throw him off guard. The snowy haired male was michivious, but only because he enjoyed the king's confusion at times.

Victor followed behind. The large male rolled his golden eyes at the sprite's comment, "On the contrary, I'm quite the hunter, but of course, you can't say much about royalty, my little sprite." The king grabbed ahold of Cyrus's arm to stop him. He brushed his fingers lightly against his markings, "You are of royal blood as well, and you have yet to tell me where you come from." Victor leaned down towards Cyrus. He grinned lightly as he cocked his head. The red headed male pressed his forehead against the sprite's own, "So, if you can provide for yourself, why can't I?" Victor craved Cyrus's touch, but had not said. His eyes sparked as he spoke. He brushed his fingers against Cyrus's markings that ran up his neck, "What brought you here in hiding?"

Cyrus gasped as the male took hold of him. He winced a bit, stumbling as he struggled to keep his stance. Victor was strong, much stronger then Cyrus ever thought of being. As Victor leaned closer, the small male's cheeks darkened. His body tensed. The sprite's heart began to race. His aqua green eyes lit up softly against Victor's own glow. He turned his glare from Victor's for a moment before taking a deep breath before lightly pulling back, "I was a prince, but that was a long time ago." Cyrus started to walk down towards the lake, "Lord Garth, are you familar with him?" Cyrus looked back at him as they walked. As they came up to the water, Cyrus grabbed his net and waded into the water.

The king's brow raised as Cyrus began to open up a bit. Finding out that Cyrus was a prince was no surprise to him. The young male had the markings. It ran through his blood. That was all to clear. Victor tensed a bit at the mention of Garth. The male gave a light nodd of his head as he stood in the water. He gave a light shrug of his shoulders, "Lord Garth is my nephew, yes. He learned what he knows from me. He was in charge of removing the remaining sprites in the north of Farwood. I take it you knew him as well?" Victor stood next to Cyrus as he tossed his net the opposite way of Cyrus's own. "I take it you've met the sprite hunter?"

Cyrus nodded lightly as he looked the opposite way, "He was confused just like you." The water sprite gave a light shrug of his shoulders, "He murdered my father and mother right in front of me. I-I was young. About six or seven. Nearly a decade ago now. I managed to get away. The first few years were hard, but I've managed to learn how to take care of myself. I forgive him for what he did, he just, didn't understand." Cyrus gave a nervous shrug of his shoulders. He shifted a bit as he wiped his cheeks off. The young male sniffled a bit as he kept his back to Victor, "I don't want to talk about it."

As the prince began to cry, Victor felt he had gone to far. The male huffed a bit and turned his attention back towards him. He brought his hand down and gently placed it on the prince's shoulder, "I know I cannot change what happened there, but please accept my apology. What I've done has haunted me for decades. There was no use in what I've done, and I learned that when it was to late." Victor stumbeld a bit as he attempted to keep his stance in the water. The net wrapped around his feet. "G-Gah, oh god's." The male growled as he attempted to pull the net loose, only making it worse.

Cyrus glanced over at him. The young male smiled softly before giving a soft shake of his head, "You didn't take my family, he did. Don't apoligize for his mistake, my lord." Cyrus bowed his head lightly as he wiped the tears off his cheeks, "Alright?" The snowy haired male giggled softly as he saw Victor wrapped around the net. The young male smiled lightly before giving a soft shake of his head, "Here, let me help." Cyrus was knee deep in water. He moved towards Victor and began to help pull on the net, "Right here, no, King Victor, w-wait!"

"Ahh! Stop pulling there, Cyrus!" Victor yelled as he fell back in the water. As he did, Cyrus reached his hand out to grab ahold of the King's hand, only to get pulled down into the water with him.

Cyrus's chest pressed against Victor's as the two of them went into the water; completely submerged in the cool waters. A sudden shock ran through the young prince's body as he held his breath. He opened his eyes under the water, but found himself frozen. Victor held tightly to the small male's frame. The two's eyes locked to one another's. Cyrus's heart was racing as everything became a sudden blur around them.

Victor took Cyrus's cheek as they stood back up. The king brushed the water from Cyrus's cheek; lost in his aqua green eyes. The king was hesitant, but slowly leaning forward ti lock his lips tenderly against the sprites. His arms wrapped around his hips as he pulled him up; falling back and sitting down back in the water. He brought his hand up and coiled his fingers in his blonde locks.

Cyrus gasped softly. His cheeks darkened as the King locked his lips against his. He sulked a bit before finding himself lost in it. His legs melted benath him as he fell against him. His lush lips caressed sweetly agianst the king's.

'W-what am I doing?!'