Yogscast One-Shots

Rythna-Summer

Rythna-Rythian and Duncan

Requested by-Kitty8153

I sigh as I gaze out the arched window, fiddling with the spare flying ring in my palm the whole time. The day is just so perfect. A sea of swaying grass stretches into the horizon, studded with vibrant bursts of rose and violet. The sky is a deep shade of blue and not a single wisp of cloud lingers there. Everything seems flawless. Beautiful. Even the calls of Rythian moving through the castle.

"Dunc! Have you seen my flying ring?" Rythian walks into the library. He is frowning slightly as he pulls his black cloak around his shoulders. I stifle a giggle as I quickly slip the spare ring into my trouser pocket.

"No," I answer, not too fast but not too slow so he won't know that I'm lying. Somehow Rythian can always tell when I'm lying. I look Rythian straight in the eyes. They are the exact colour of the violets outside. They would be lovely to sketch, or maybe paint... Rythian raises his eyebrows at me.

"Are you sure? You're doing that thing again. You're trying too hard to cover up the lie," he smirks.

"And there I was thinking I was getting better," I grin as I toss him the ring. He catches it in his right hand and slips it on his finger. Then he adjusts his purple mask over his face.

"So, are you coming outside today? The weather is nice." I smile and stand up.

"Sure! Are we going anywhere in particular?"

"No, I just thought it would be nice to go for a walk," he replies. I roll up the sleeves of my navy jumper and go outside with Rythian, leaving my lab coat on the window seat. I won't need it today.

The sun is dazzling and bright. It highlights the blonde streak in Rythians hair and shimmers on the surface of his steel sword. The two of us walk in silence for a minute or two. I turn to Rythian.

"Why are you wearing your mask and cloak? It's too hot," I ask. Rythian sighs at the question.

"It helps me hide the scars. You know this," his voice sounds sadder now, more regretful. It makes me feel bad for bringing up the subject.

"You shouldn't need to hide your scars, nobody else does," I gesture to the multiple lines and scratches covering my hands, thanks to the hours of tinkering with sharpened metal and leafing through various books. "I show the world how dangerous paper cuts can be." he laughs, but it is still a sad laugh. Rythian takes my hand in his.

"I know, but mine are hideous. They make me a monster," he replies. I quickly reach up with my free hand and tug down his mask. Before he can say a word, I kiss him roughly on the lips. Rythian looks at me in surprise, but then deepens it, and we stand almost motionless in the meadow, lost in our own world together, no desire to return. I wrap my arms around his neck, wanting to stay close to him.

Eventually I pull away. I trace the shiny, warped black scars that crisscross up his face with my finger, never losing my smile.

"You're not a monster. Only those who did this to you are," I whisper. Rythian puts an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer. The rest of our walk is spent chatting happily about the possibilities of using magic to enhance one of my latest machines. Rythians mask, and thoughts of his scars, lay forgotten, lost in the rippling green.

We held hands for the entire day.

Not the best, but I think it's alright. I've never written anything Rythna before, so ta da!

See ya peoples!

Midnight