one in the same | Travis X reader

part five | unwelcomed greetings.

(y/n) stared at the man, his hair and eyes standing out most. Locks white as now and eyes green as emerald. They were captivating. (y/n) was used to strange or unnatural appearances, hell, three of the crew aboard her shit had naturally blue hair, but something about his appearance set off a sort of flag in (y/n)'s head. "Let me go!" she cried, trying to struggle against his boot, only quitting when his sword dug deeper into her neck. "Interesting disguise, it's been a while since you've gone with the female approach. Perhaps a new tactic to draw me in? well your plan didn't work!" He said triumphantly. (y/n) raised an eyebrow. "what in the name of Irean are you talking about?" she asked. The man's face scrunched slightly. "Irean..." he whispered. He shook his head vigorously before looking back down at her. "Stop trying to trick me! I know who you are. This is your last day, Warlock!" He said, raising his sword. "DON'T TOUCH HER!" Laurance shouted. The man reeled back. "What-" he was cut short when Laurance jumped out of a bush and knocked him off his feet. He let go ot his sword, letting it fly. Quickly, (y/n) grabbed the weapon and stood, joining Laurance in pointing the blade at his chest. "You alright?" Laurance asked, not lookingaway from the white haired boy. "Fine." She replied. "Now who are you?" She demanded. The boy shifted his glance back and forth from the two. "Travis," He said carefully. "And I see you're real people..." Laurance sighed. "Yes, we are. What are you doing out here?" He asked. "I should be asking you strangers the same question. Maybe we can all sit down and have a nice conversation after you get this blade out of my face?" He said, grabbing ahold of the blade of his sword. (Y/n) sighed before letting go of the sharp object, letting it fall back into the hands of it's owener. Laurance did the same, putting it back in its holster. He let out a breath of relief. "Help me out here, hot stuff." He said, holding out his hand towards (y/n), who rolled her eyes before grabbing his hand and lifting him up. "Thanks." He said. "Now tell me, what're you two doing on this here island?" He asked, putting on a small bit of a goofy accent. "Look, us and our crew got stuck here because of a storm-" "The cursed sea." He said. "Yes, I believe that's what they called it." (Y/n) crossed her arms at the stranger. "Who told you this?" He asked. "Asmund." Laurance replied. "Another one of your village people." Travis scoweld. "Of course he did. Look, If I were you, I wouldn't trust a thing that guy says." Travis says. "And why's that?" (Y/n) asked. Travis shifted in his spot, glancing around him. "Look, I'll explain more if you come with me." He said. "It's not safe out here." (Y/n) and Laurence exchanged glances. "Okay, Travis... let's see what you've got to say." (Y/n) said before following the white haired man with Laurence at her side.