So, Llysfaen is a village in Wales. However, before we, @clover1134 and I, knew that, we only discussed the feel we got from this word, which was undoubtly one of some fantasy fairytale.
Thus, this was written by me, it’s just a short oneshot about Arthur and Dylan:
The charms of the forest were many, drawing out a man’s most hidden desires. It’s prey were varied, from the romantic fools to the sociopathic intelligent. Once a man succumbs to it’s charms, they are never to return the same afterwards, for they come out different than they were first made.
Arthur Kirkland was an English archer, truly with the eye and heart of one. A strong mind never failed to assist him in life as well. Never had he thought there would come a fateful day when he finds himself wandering the cursed forest, entranced by every twisted vine, mist circling his ankles.
A woman’s whispers echoed, the words unclear in the soft voice. The archer found himself drawn to it, his usual raging thoughts hushed. He followed it, boot-clad feet crunching quietly on the fallen leaves. The thick trees gave way to open fields, the grass reaching to the knee, littered with lilac flowers.
The mist thickened to a fog, leaving only shadows and silhouettes. Midway was the perfect figure of a woman, flowing dress blending with the night sky, long hair spilling over her shoulders. She whispered still, beckoning, hypnotising.
Arthur’s emerald eyes were wide with childish wonder as he stumbled blindly towards her. Pale fingers reached out to take his own, indigo eyes flashing across his mind, and she vanished, leaving behind more of the mystical, white fog.
Dazed, the Englishman looked around, the strange spell on him easing. He was alone in the field, starry sky bright above him and long grass brushing his legs below him. His hands rested by his sides, one near a lilac. Two fingers cupped the flower, and it dropped into his palm.
The whispers still trailed in the cool air, no longer beckoning, rather welcoming and soothing. The flower in his palm held a small, soft light, a tiny bouncing star. It flit and flew, stark in the circle of fog. It turned in the air, and moved only once the archer took an uncertain step forward. Games of chase appeared to be popular within this forest.
It led him to a castle the size of a cottage, green creeping up it’s every side. The light gave him a fast image of the same gorgeous woman with indigo eyes, familiarity lining her every features, but then it was gone with the light.
The wooden door stood ajar, a silent plea to enter omitted. Every wish of the forest was fulfilled by the prey, for the door was soon pushed open. He stepped in, boots touching cold stone, a new air encasing him; A familiar, homely one.
With it came a defeaning silence, yet it was not looming despite the sensation that a pair of eyes followed his every move. It was cold, the kind of cold that grew to be with loneliness.
Arthur found himself in a barren, stone room, although with every blink, figures seemed to take shape. Soon, the floor was carpeted, the walls painted, the room lived in.
The only thing it was missing soon stepped in; A person. A person with features as familiar as the indigo-eyed woman’s. If hers called out like a long last memory, this person’s felt as though they were always there, keeping him grounded.
One word drifted in mind;
Brother.
Identical green eyes, like a mirror, a dusty shade of blonde-brown hair, features on which belonged naught but a smile...
Polyamory UsBelaUk going on a date to a haunted house and Alfred is so scared but Natalya and Arthur are like "well protect you. You precious cinnamon bun "
Pairing: UsBelaUk (United States of America x Belarus x United Kingdom/England) (Human names used)
Cast:
United States of America (Alfred F. Jones) as himself
Belarus (Natalya) as herself
United Kingdom/England (Arthur Kirkland) as himself
“Here we are.” Natalya said, crossing her arms as she stood with Arthur and Alfred in front of a haunted house. They had heard a lot of things about it from Ivan and had decided to check it out…though they were still trying to convince Alfred to enter.
“Come on, Alfred. It won’t be that bad!” Arthur assured.
“H-How do you know this is the first time you’ve gone in?!” Alfred asked, his body shaking as he glared at the haunted house with dread.
“Don’t worry…we’ll protect you from any evil monsters.” Natalya insisted, giving Alfred an assuring smile before holding his hand.
“Yeah, if anything pops up, we’ll beat them up with you.” Arthur added, hoping that it would calm Alfred down enough to move him from his frozen state.
“Hm…” Alfred pouted as he shuffled his feet. “W…Well…alright.”
The three walked into the haunted house. It was tacky, but overall scary in the simplest term. Even though Arthur and Natalya were able to keep their cool and enjoy it, Alfred was shaking profusely, looking around and being wary of his surroundings, trying to anticipate the next scare that would come around the corner. A pop up ghost sprung up from a corner next to Alfred, having him scream and run right into Arthur and Natalya. The two caught Alfred in their arms, calming him down.
“DID YOU GUYS SEE THAT HOLY SHIT-!” Alfred screamed.
“We saw.” Arthur chuckled.
“Don’t worry, we’ll protect you.” Natalya assured, holding Alfred’s hand as Arthur held the other. Alfred only then felt much better. For the rest of the haunted house, Natalya and Arthur made it their mission to protect Alfred. For every sudden jumping figure, Nataly and Arthur would get in front of Alfred, blocking it and keeping him away.
No one would lay a single hand on their precious cinnamon bun.
