ObiFeliRoy/TimInaBart Oneshots!

Middle Ages: Chapter 1

So clearly this oneshot was inspired by the amazing photo I put up above! I actually initially wasn't supposed to post this since I felt that Obi and Tim were out of character, but eh. I managed to find a way around that. If we're fortunate, this might turn out to be a quick mini-series that I whip up. We'll see. For now, do enjoy!
Update: I hate writing action scenes because I suck at them. Also, do excuse any errors you find here, and kindly point them out. I was too lazy to really edit this properly, whoops.

Middle Ages: Too Lazy To Come Up With a Chapter Name

     Hooves clattered gently against the crunchy ground, burnt down to a black, dry crisp after years of receiving ravaging fire from the almighty guardian who protected this place. The knight, lifting his head gently to observe his sombre surroundings, gave off the smallest sigh. Judging the skinny dead trees that were spread out across the bald field, there had once been a lovely forest, thriving with life, that dwelled here. He couldn't help but shiver as a branch brushed against his face, like a thin, cold finger trailing his bearded jawline.

Everything here was eerie, to the point that even his horse was spooked, huffing loudly through its large nostrils as it allowed itself with wide brown eyes to be prompted along by its rider. As they weaved their way through the incinerated forestry, the dull scent of these deceased plants, carried by the gentle but chilly gusts whipped up by the fat gray clouds floating up above in the boring sky, overwhelmed his tired senses.

The man bit his lip to keep himself from getting lulled by the horse's steady rocking as it rhymetically walked, tasted the salty sweat on the chapped skin from days of traveling like this. He felt like he had seen everything the region had to offer. The scenery around him as done from his home kingdom's plain gray stone walls, to a pleasant path flanked by flourishing trees filled with jolly chirping birds, to endless, dark woods roaming with hungry wolves and stalking lynx. Then, he had finally reached the ocean, where he had treated himself with a glorious bath in the warm waves and a shave that had certainly been due. Afterwards, he had regretfully clambered back onto his mount and headed into the safer-looking, lush forest that had led him to this place.

According to what he had been told about his destination, he was definitely going in the right direction. He was expecting to encounter a fiery creature, and this destroyed forestry was surely proof of its presence. His treacherous journey would finally end, well, at least momentarily, if the person he had come here for would be sweet enough to welcome him and to supply him with a bed and food for a few days...

The horse neighed softly, jolting the traveler out of his absent daydreaming. Well, that'd be an understatement. He hadn't noticed, or perhaps just didn't want to admit it, but he had been falling asleep--

All signs of his former exhaustion were instantly washed away as he gasped, bright blue eyes going wide at the long-awaited sight in front of him.

The burnt trees gave way to a completely-shaven field. In its middle firmly stood a great stone castle. It was composed of three towers, the two shortest ones stashed away to the left and paired together like if they were twins. As for the most imposing one, it boldly dwelled alone at the opposite end of the terrain whose boundaries the mighty dense walls encasing the place fixed. Despite the distance, the knight could see the window up high in that tower's red peak-shaped roof; his ultimate goal.

That was where she was waiting.

His eagerness to arrive fueled the man with a new, refreshing rigorousness as he boyishly grinned, grabbing his horse's reins. Now blooming with energy, he gave out an lively cry as he dug his heels into his mount's belly, launching them both into a determinate dash toward the bride linking the sealed entrance to the opposite bank of the river that had once been there.
He got the animal to halt once they reached the great, rotten double doors. A slight grunt escaped him as he hopped down from the horse, the opportunity to finally stand like bliss to his stiff muscles. He allowed himself a moment to stretch before he brought his gaze to the obstacle separating him from his objective. He groaned. It didn't seem like there was any way he could get it to open. No code or anything of the sort to enter, no knocker, not even a being of any kind guarding the entrance. And despite how old the wood seemed, he quite doubted he'd be able to make himself an opening using his sword.