unbreak the bonds | M | 5/?
(landoscar, epic fantasy, slow burn)
"Oscar, right?" Prince Lando asks with a grin, immediately dispensing of titles. Highly presumptive of him. "Yes," Oscar replies, curt. Lando steps to the edge of the fighting ring and gives Oscar a once over, his piercing eyes making Oscar's skin itch. His hair is matted to his forehead with sweat and his loose, grey tunic smeared with dirt, yet the prince moves with the unmistakable poise of nobility, leaning on a fence post as comfortably as he might over a palace balcony. "You're taller than I expected," Lando says in assessment. "Do you spar, Oscar?" "Yes," Oscar responds, even more terse. All noble sons are given a practice sword as soon as they learn to walk, no matter how peaceful their realms claim to be. To have no skill in sparring at his age would be an embarrassment. His irritation goes either unnoticed or unanswered as the corner of Lando's lip raises into a sly smirk. "Does my lord speak any words other than 'yes?'" Oscar simply shrugs in response. He will not rise to the bait.












