note: the images used are not an indication of the reader’s appearance. i just liked the pictures and thought they fit the general vibe
LAURANCE X READER
content: tangled au, slow burn, Stockholm syndrome variation, emotional abuse, “enemies” to lovers, the world of MCD but not canon compliant, not-so-meet cute, angst, use of y/n
summary: You’ve been locked high in a tower, protected from the dangers of the world your whole life. When a charming guard finds himself in the only home you’ve ever known, is going with him and experiencing life as appealing as it was?
His pelt puffs up with frustration. “My paw is going to be the first thing cats notice about me. It might as well be in my name. Get the introductions over with.”
That’s not why he’s alright with it, but he’s not sure how to put into words that it’s not a bad name.
My thumbnail entry for The Goose and the Wren MAP by @fridaystar
(Their designs as well!)
WTNP was one of my favorite arcs, because y’know, roadtrip AU.
I read it when I was pretty young too, but even now the Journey still gets to me in a way no other arc has. Watch the map when you get the chance!
content: tangled au, slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers, angst, the world of mcd but not canon compliant, unrequited feelings for a little bit
summary: Upon finally arriving in Scaleswind, you meet the Lord Laurance has sworn to protect. You feel an odd pull towards her though, and then something strange that hasn't happened in years happens to you.
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Scaleswind was a grand city with towering buildings and beautiful architecture. Your mother used to tell you stories about Irene and where she was from. Scaleswind was one the cities your mother visited the most, the other being O’Khasis. Standing in the same city the goddess was born and raised was a surreal experience you never thought you’d have.
“Aphmau!” Laurance called. You turn your head, coming out of your awestruck stupor as he stepped away from you. “Aphmau!”
A woman with hair as dark as pitch turned her head. Although you were far from her, you watched her gasp and run towards Laurance, her arms opening to embrace him as she came closer.
“Laurance!” she shouted. Her arms wrapped around Laurance in a tight hug when she got close enough to pull him in. She was significantly shorter than him, needing to lift her heels off the ground just a bit to properly reach his shoulders. When she pulled away, she held him by the shoulders. “Where did you go? You ran off after we left that castle. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Aphmau,” he replied. You watched as he took hold of her hands and squeezed them. “You know I can take care of myself.”
Aphmau exhaled. She squeezed Laurance’s hands back, her brows pulled together. “You worried me sick. Nicole found me after you ran off and told Katelyn and I to come here and wait for you.”
“I apologize for making you worry.” Laurance gave Aphmau a soft smile, which she returned. Watching them, you felt as though you were interrupting a moment meant to be private.
Were they together? The way she had been so worried and the way Laurance was looking down at her made you think so, but he hadn’t mentioned being in a relationship in your hours of talking.
You said goodbye to whatever hope of romance you had delusioned yourself into having with him when Aphmau turned to you. She must have seen you shift uncomfortably behind Laurance from her peripheral.
She smiled widely. The stare she had been gazing at Laurance with was gone, replaced by a warm greeting. She let go of Laurance’s hands to give you a soft wave, which you awkwardly returned.
“Oh, right.” Laurance turned to you, holding a hand out as he introduced you. “Aphmau, this is Y/n. I met her yesterday and she tagged along.”
You gave Aphmau a smile and said, “A pleasure to meet you.”
Aphmau returned your smile and bowed her head, bending slightly at the knees in a curtsy. “The pleasure is mine. How did you come across Laurance? He tends to be impossible to find when people are looking for him.” Aphmau side-eyed him.
You chuckled. “Uhm, he more so happened upon me,” you said, but you hesitated to say the rest. Laurance’s reaction to you in your tower had been . . . interesting. How would someone else react?
Aphmau caught on to your hesitation, and she tilted her head. “How?”
You awkwardly scratched the side of your neck. What was the least outing way to say it?
“It’s complicated,” you settled on.
“She lives in a tower,” Laurance said. You deadpanned, glaring at him. “Basically alone, with no real way in or out.”
Aphmau furrowed her brows, her mouth falling agape. “I . . . What? A tower?” You reluctantly nodded. “If there’s no way in then how did Laurance get in? And then how did you two get out?”
“I climbed the side,” he said. You nodded in confirmation. “And then Y/n tried threatening me with a kitchen knife.”
“Well,” you cut in, defensive. You didn’t want her to think you were dangerous. “If you were in my position you would have done the same.”
Aphmau raised a brow, her confusion evident as her gaze flicked between you and Laurance. “Huh?”
Laurance waved her off. “I’ll tell you later. Did you find anything about Irene?”
“Katelyn and I started looking, but the library here is so big and there are so many religious texts. We barely scratched the surface and could only manage to find a few books that might relate to the relic.”
You were confused. This conversation felt like you had been thrown in the deep end and needed to figure out how to make sense of what was going on in order to talk to them. But you felt a strange pull to Aphmau. Something about her presence was . . . Pure. Untainted by any evil or ill intent. It felt as though a string connected the two of you somehow, and standing close to her made that string give a gentle tug.
“Irene, I wish Emmalyn were here. She would be on top of this in a minute,” Aphmau groaned, running a hand through her pin straight hair. She softly huffed before turning her full attention back to you. “Say, do you have anywhere to go?”
“Not really,” you said, your voice soft. It was embarrassing now to admit now that you were actually doing it. You hadn’t realized how humbling it would be to say you knew no one. “I’ve been kind of pinning on the fact that Laurance has been with me. There wasn’t really a plan for . . . after.”
Which you now realized was dumb. Had you really been so excited to get out of your tower that you were only focused on the present and the immediate gratification that followed? Maybe your mother was right and you were too naïve to be in the world on your own.
“Is it alright if she stays with us?” Laurance asked. “It’ll be just for a little bit, right?” Laurance looked to you and you nodded.
“Of course.” Aphmau met your gaze, nodded. “Absolutely, if you want to. Laurance, Katelyn and I are probably gonna stay in Scaleswind for a little bit, but you can absolutely stay with us. I’m sure Nicole wouldn’t mind.”
“Hey, lady.”
Aphmau jumped at the sound of the voice. When she turned to look behind her, she revealed a child, maybe seven or eight, with messy blue hair looking up at her.
“My mom wants you,” the boy said to her. He pointed behind him, where you noticed a red headed woman speaking with a man that had cat ears. “She says someone you might know is in the caravan over there.”
Aphmau furrowed her brows, her gaze flicking up to where the red headed woman stood. She squinted, trying to see better, before letting out a breath. “Okay, I’ll go over. Hey, Dmitri? Do you mind taking Laurance and Y/n here back to the house?”
Dmitri nodded, looking between you and Laurance. He waited until Aphmau bid Laurance goodbye and started walking away to beckon you and Laurance to follow him.
The two of you did, though you hardly looked straight ahead as you walked. Instead, you focused on the buildings around you. All the people bustling around in the far off marketplace and the pairs of friends taking strolls through the city. You faintly smiled. You had never seen this many people before, and being around it gave you a boost of happiness, despite the headache that had accumulated near your temples.
You followed Dmitri into a building across from a church. He led you up staircases and through more rooms than you could count before he stopped in front of a door and turned back.
“Laurance, this room is yours,” he said, pointing to the closed door. “My mom said you like being by yourself, so she gave you the room furthest from everyone.”
Laurance let out an amused breath. “Nicole said that?”
Dmitri nodded, and then he turned to you. “Lady—“
“Y/n,” you interjected, but he kept talking.
“—no one said anything about you coming, so you don’t have a room. Sorry.”
You pressed your lips together. Were children always so blunt? “It’s alright. No one knew I was coming, so I don’t mind,” you said, forcing the corners of your lips up into a kind smile.
“You can rest in my room for now, if you’d like,” Laurance offered. “I need to talk to Aphmau and Katelyn about a few things before I can, so the room will be empty.”
You nodded, appreciative of Laurance’s offer. You weren’t sure if you’d take it, you wanted to explore the town a bit, but your headache was getting worse by the second. What had been a faint throb was now a stabbing pain, and it hurt to blink.
“Thank you,” you softly said, though your voice sounded muffled to your own ears. “I’ll see you later, then?”
Laurance gave you a nod, and turned to leave. As he did, your vision blurred. You placed your hand on the doorknob to steady yourself and turned it, black spots cascading across your line of sight quickly. You weren’t even able to process what was happening before you hit the floor.
—
The warm compress laid across your forehead was the first sense of feeling you got when you gained consciousness. The next thing you felt was the soft blanket beneath your fingertips. Your head didn’t hurt nearly as much anymore. It was just softly throbbing now.
You let out a soft, distressed breath. It felt like something heavy was weighing down on your chest, though you couldn’t imagine what it was. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, the bright light of the room making a sharp pain shoot through your head. When that subsided and you were able to fully open your eyes, you were met with the sight of green vines, wisteria flowers hanging from them, crawling across the ceiling.
What?
When you flexed your hand, trying to get the tense muscles to relax, the vines grew and the flowers bloomed more fully.
No, you thought. The last time this had happened you had been out for three days. Your mother had been trying to wake you with an assortment of her potions and spells. It had been so bad that she had employed the help of her sister, Hyria. After you awoke the three of you were cleaning up the vines around your tower for days, and Hyria was gone after leaving a healing draught for you to drink. That was fifteen years ago—you were eight. You had gotten a headache so bad you could hardly move.
What was triggering that again now?
You huffed out another soft, distressed breath, inspecting the ceiling again. If that’s what the ceiling looked like, then . . .
You turned your head just enough to see the walls, horrified at the sight of flowers and weeds and vines growing out of odd crevices and cracks in the hardwood floors. There was so much foliage that the actual walls were hardly visible beneath it. You could imagine what the floor looked like.
You turned your head to the other side, noticing that Laurance sat in a chair with his head bowed and his eyes closed. When you sat up, grunting softly with the effort, he lifted his head.
He was out of his chair and beside you in a second, placing a hand between your shoulder blades to help you sit up.
“Y/n,” he said. His voice was quiet. You couldn’t tell if that was intentional or if it was still from your headache. “Are you okay? What happened?”
It was hard to catch a good breath. That weight you felt on your chest made you want to keel over and die. “I don’t know,” you breathed, your voice hoarse and tired. Your mouth was dry, and you had to peel your tongue from the roof of your mouth to talk.
“Has that ever happened before?”
You nodded. You swallowed in an attempt to hydrate your mouth before opening your mouth again to speak. Before you could get any words out the room door was pushed open and three people filed in.
Your brows furrowed. Aphmau was first. She was followed by the same red headed woman you had spotted earlier and a tall, young man with glasses. The tall man wore a white coat and carried a clipboard and pen.
“Oh, thank Irene. She’s awake,” Aphmau muttered, running her hands through her hair. She was clearly stressed. Your mother did the same thing when she was.
The tall man was looking around the room in wonder. He must have been a scholar that recently graduated, based on his age. Your mother had told you that the population of Scaleswind included more scholarly minds than any other. She found it annoying anytime she visited because they always wanted to know more.
Curiosity killed the cat, she would always tell you. Those fools will wind up dead before they find what they’re looking for.
She sometimes used that as the excuse to keep you in the tower.
“Have the plants stopped growing?” the man asked. Laurance nodded.
“For the most part,” he said. “A couple more sprouted when she woke up, so I don’t think they’ll really stop. They aren’t growing as rapidly, though.”
The man nodded, noting something down on his clipboard. He mumbled something to himself, but it was incoherent to you. Then, he turned to you.
“Has this happened before?” he asked. He pulled up the chair Laurance had previously been sitting in and sat beside the bed.
You gave a nod, clearing your throat before saying what you meant to when Laurance asked. “Only once. It happened when I was eight, so fifteen years ago.”
“What triggered it that time?”
You shrugged. “I’m not sure, but it happened the same. I got a terrible headache and when I woke up plants covered my tower.”
You saw the red headed woman’s brows pull together from your peripheral, mouthing your words to herself.
The man voiced his thoughts. “Your tower? What do you mean by that?”
“I-“ The words died on your tongue. Your gaze flicked to Laurance, who gave you a soft nod of encouragement. “It’s where I live,” you said, hoping he wouldn’t question any further.
Your hoping was useless. “Was this tower isolated?”
“Yes.”
“Were you able to see other people?”
“My mother.”
“How often did you see her?”
“Maybe once a month?” It was a guess. You didn’t actually know, but she was gone on a trip more often than she was with you.
“And you saw no one else?”
You didn’t respond, but he asked again more insistently.
“Martin,” the redhead interrupted. You were thankful for that. “Is she okay?”
The man—Martin—breathed out. You could see the desire to ask more questions burning in his eyes, but he didn’t. “Based on what she said—which is not sufficient information, by the way, Lady Nicole—I would guess the isolation she’s experienced was a precursor to a depressive state, which—“
“I’m sorry,” you cut in, your gaze cutting between Laurance and Aphmau and Nicole. “Is there any way this can be more private?”
Martin sighed as Nicole turned to Aphmau and Laurance and ushered them out of the room. You weren’t sure why Nicole was staying, but based on her fine clothes and expensive looking jewelry (as well as the way she carried herself), you assumed she was a leader of some kind.
You watched Laurance and Aphmau slip out of the room, and you watched their silhouettes in the door’s window. You watched Laurance reach for Aphmau’s shoulder, taking a gentle hold of her before beckoning her away from the door.
“As I was saying,” Martin continued, now looking at you, “I assume your isolation led to a depressive state, which depleted your health as a result. The neglect you may have done to your body is evident in passing out, but I can’t explain the flowers.” Martin lifted his pen and tapped the end to his chin, looking around. “Tell me, flowers sprouted last time as well?”
“Plants sprouted, but not flowers,” you said. You didn’t have to dig deep to find the details of your memory. You remembered how sore and torn up your hands wound up like yesterday. “It was mostly thorny vines and brambles last time.”
“Interesting.” Martin jotted something down again, mumbling to himself, “Could it be her mental state that affects it? Are the plants even coming from her?”
“Yes, they are mine,” you said. Martin’s gaze snapped back up to you. “My mother is a witch and passed some of her magic to me, but it’s not normally this powerful. I can usually only heal wilted flowers and perform one or two minor spells.”
“Fascinating,” Martin breathed. “So-“
“Martin, is she going to be okay?” Nicole cut in again.
Martin waved her off and she rolled her eyes. “She should be fine. Just make sure she drinks plenty of water and feeds herself sufficiently. Now-“
“You have another appointment, Martin.”
Martin let out a soft breath, pressing his lips together. His gaze lingered on yours before he turned to Nicole. “Yes, my lady.” He bowed his head and stood up, walking towards the door. “Have a good day. Both of you,” he said before clicking the door shut behind him. Nicole breathed out, crossing her arms and turning to you.
“Sorry about him. He recently graduated top of his class from the University of O’Khasis. He was transferred here to further his education, and his professor chose to put him to work as a doctor,” she explained. “I apologize if he asked any personal questions.”
“It’s alright,” you said. You had seen the look in Martin’s eyes. You imagined yours held the same one when looking out your tower window. “You’re Nicole, right?”
She nodded. “Yes. Nicole von Ronsenburg.” She bowed her head. “Lord of Scaleswind, top graduate of the guard academy, descendant of Irene, and a whole bunch of other titles I can never remember.”
You let out a huff of amusement, and she smiled at you when she lifted her head. “Do you feel okay?” she asked.
You nodded. At some point when Martin was asking questions, the headache had subsided. “I’m alright,” you said. You glanced around. “I’m really sorry about all this. I’ll help clean it up.”
Nicole shook her head. “No, no, it’s okay. Believe it or not this isn’t the craziest thing that’s happened to me.” She flashed you another smile. “Besides, I have hired help that would be glad to clean this themselves. They’re so picky.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive,” Nicole said. “You need to get rest before you’re too active again. Laurance said he needed to speak to Aphmau, but I’m sure you could find Katelyn somewhere and speak to her.”
You nodded. You didn’t have a clue who Katelyn was, but you weren’t planning on finding her anyway. If you stayed with Laurance long enough, you’d likely meet her.
“Okay. Nicole, I have a question.” There was one more thing you needed to know.
“Yes?” she asked.
“How long was I out?”
Nicole hummed, looking out the window across from the room. “Only a couple hours. I’d say three and a half. Why?”
“Just wondering. Last time I was out for a couple days.”
So it was significantly less time than fifteen years ago. You wondered what could’ve caused it but drew no conclusion. There was no common event that happened either time, so there was no connection.
None that you knew about, anyway.
“Weird,” Nicole mused. Down the hall, you heard the loud clanking of footsteps drawing near. “Maybe you could find something in our library about it. Scaleswind is-“
“My lady.” Nicole turned her head when the door to your room flew open. A guard stood in the threshold, his hair askew and panic in his eyes. He struggled to catch his breath as he spoke. “They’re back. Those- Those things from earlier are at the gates again.”
Nicole was up in an instant, the chair she sat in scraping against the floor before getting caught on a vine and falling over.
You couldn’t understand the rushed words that spilled from Nicole’s mouth. It was nearly impossible when she walked out of the room and started down the hall, the panicked guard close on her heels. Your brows furrowed in confusion, and you stood from your bed to peek around the corner from the room.
You didn’t know what had happened—you weren’t sure you wanted to know what happened if it evoked that kind of reaction from Nicole. Instead, you took a deep breath before uncovering yourself and standing from the bed, looking around at the room.
You didn’t care what Nicole said about cleaners being glad to help, you would contribute. It would be rude to be such an inconvenience and leave your mess for someone else.
—
The cleaners weren’t nearly as strict or bossy as Nicole had made them out to be. You helped them peel the vines and flowers from the ceiling and tear up the roots that had made a home in the floorboards. Once they were taken from their places, the plants immediately shriveled up. You found it odd. That didn’t happen last time. What was different now?
At some point, your head had started aching again and you found it difficult to catch a full breath. It only happened for a moment, but it was long enough for the two kind ladies cleaning the room to force you back onto the bed. Your eyes squeezed shut and you softly groaned, waiting to faint again but it never came.
The headache subsided before you even realized it. One moment you were struggling to breathe your head hurt so bad, and the next you were up and about like nothing had happened.
Despite your protests and statements of feeling better, however, you were still pushed to sit at the edge of the bed until the room was cleared of wilted plants and frail flower petals. One of the ladies even went as far as to push you to lie down and cover you with blankets.
You got up when she left, tucking the blankets back where they were meant to be before giving the cleaned room a once over. It was simple—a comfortable bed beneath the window and a cushioned chair by the bookshelf. There was a solid oak desk against the wall opposite the bookshelf, on it a pad of paper and pens and a lamp.
You decided to step out. Even though Laurance had offered you the room, you felt bad for hogging it. Especially after making it a temporary greenhouse.
As you stepped into the hallway, you ran into the man himself. His blue eyes were downcast, and you were glancing out the hallway windows so you almost didn’t see him. When you did, you held out your arm and placed your hand on his shoulder to prevent him from running into you.
“Sorry,” you instinctively said. Laurance lifted his gaze to meet yours. He looked . . . regretful, almost.
No. Regretful wasn’t the word, but he was definitely deep in thought.
“It’s alright,” he said. Your hand dropped from his shoulder. “Don’t apologize. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
You smiled at him. “Well, neither was I.” He chuckled. “What happened earlier?”
“When earlier? When you passed out?”
You shook your head. “No, I mean when I woke up. You and Aphmau left and then a few minutes later Nicole sprinted out of the room. She looked worried.”
Laurance hummed. “Aphmau and I needed to . . . discuss a few things. Nothing important.” Although he said that, his tone indicated that their conversation may have meant the world to him. “And earlier, when Nicole ran out, it was because a small group of shadow souls were at the gates.”
Your brows furrowed. “Shadow souls? What are those?”
“Right. You aren’t . . .” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Shadow souls are the extremely weakened form of shadow knights, undead beings from the Nether.”
You hummed. You had read about the Nether realm before, and your mother had told you about the brief time she spent there to gather materials for her spells. It didn’t seem like a pleasant place, and you wished you never found yourself in its nightmarish depths.
“Shadow souls aren’t typically very strong or a big problem, but . . .” Laurance hesitated. His lips pressed together briefly before he blew out a breath. “Sometimes, when they possess a body or encounter an angered shadow knight, they become more powerful than even the strongest mages we have.”
Your eyes widened. Laurance beckoned you to follow him, and you did. “And they’re from the Nether?” Laurance nodded. “How did they get into our realm, then? The only portal to the Nether is—“
“With the Southern Wolf Tribe,” Laurance finished. You were back in the room you had just cleaned, and you settled on the bed beside Laurance. “I know. In the past fifteen years, however, the Southern Wolf Tribe has fallen into disarray and a few rogue shadow knights managed to escape and open small portals. I also think . . .”
He trailed off again, your brows pulling together. “You think what?”
“Fifteen years ago,” he began after a breath, “the High Priest of O’Khasis began a war between Scaleswind and Phoenix Drop.”
“Yes, I remember.” You pulled the end of your long braid into your lap, fidgeting with the tresses. “My mother came home in a rush to ensure my safety. She boarded up the window and slept in the same bed as me for nearly a month.”
Laurance’s expression saddened. “I’m very sorry.”
You shook your head. “It’s okay. She was just protecting me. I was a child at the time.”
“That’s not . . .” Laurance trailed off again, deciding not to prompt any sort of debate with your upbringing. He cast his gaze downward, fidgeting with his thumbs. “That’s beside the point. The High Priest Zane actually kidnapped Nicole for his own purposes and prompted the war. Once Scaleswind surrendered, Aphmau, myself, and a few others followed Zane into the forest. He had . . . He’d brainwashed a close friend of ours and used him as a pawn to help open the Irene dimension.”
Your brows furrowed. The Irene dimension? The place was a myth. Unheard of by most. But if it was a figment of someone’s imagination, then how was it that Laurance had been there?
“I think opening the Irene dimension ripped the realm barriers between our world and various others,” he finished explaining. His eyes turned up to meet yours. “That’s probably what let a couple shadow souls and shadow knights slip out of the Nether.”
You nodded in understanding. Now you were trying to piece together the Irene dimension. “And the Irene dimension itself? It’s real?”
Laurance nodded. “Yes. We were there for fifteen minutes.”
“And that was . . .” Fifteen years ago. Laurance and Aphmau and whoever else had been with them jumped through time. “Wait, you think the Irene dimension opening fifteen years ago ripped the realm barrier?” you asked after a moment in thought. That would have been the same time you passed out and grew plants the first time. You remembered because when you woke up the board had been taken down from the window and the first question you’d asked your mother was if the war had passed.
It had to be a coincidence. Those two events couldn’t have been related, especially since now there was nothing to do with Irene and powerful otherworldly magic to trigger your most recent episode.
Laurance nodded.
“That’s when I fainted for the first time,” you said.
Laurance’s brows furrowed. You could see the gears in his head turning, his irises seemed darker as he thought. “Did you happen to feel anything earlier this year?”
You thought back. “Yes. In early spring I felt nauseous for a few days.”
“Early spring . . .” he repeated to himself. “And earlier today. You passed out again, but a couple hours after that did you feel anything again?”
You nodded. “I had a terrible headache not too long ago. I didn’t faint, though.”
You watched the lightbulb go off. “Aphmau used her . . . What all do you know about Lady Irene?”
You shrugged. “Not much. Just that she lived long ago and was kind and benevolent, hence her title. My mother never really taught me anything. I know basic information about her, but that’s all.”
“You may be connected to her,” Laurance mused. Your eyes widened, and you physically recoiled from shock.
“What?”
“It’s just- Okay, that was sudden. I only mean that any time you’ve felt odd, something happened that was related to Irene.”
You raised a brow, tilting your head and waiting for him to explain. He was talking like you had been with him for years and knew everything he did.
“Fifteen years ago, you passed out the first time. At the same time, the Irene dimension was opened with an unstable method. My comrades and I returned in early spring, when you felt nauseous. While we were in the Irene dimension, Aphmau absorbed Irene’s relic. She used those powers twice today, so . . .”
You were even more confused. The more Laurance talked the more you were convinced he was messing with you.
Aphmau absorbed a relic? Not just that, but Irene’s relic? Which was in the Irene dimension. The same Irene dimension that doesn’t exist.
You shook your head. “No. That can’t be real.”
“My theory is just a theory, but I promise that everything I’ve said about my comrades is true,” he said. He met your gaze, a glint of sincerity shining in his eyes. “That’s why we’re here. We need to find out more about Irene and her life.”
“How do you expect me to believe that you went to a realm that has no evidence of existence?” you asked, crossing your arms. “That is absurd.”
“I don’t know how I can prove it to you,” Laurance said, “but I promise I’m telling the truth. And I do think you are somehow related to Irene. It can’t be a coincidence that you fall ill when something having to do with her happens.”
You let out a breath. You knew he was firm in whatever he believed. You could tell that much from the way he told you stories of Irene with wonder in his eyes. Knowing that made you assume he’d be adamant about his theory.
“If I were related to Irene or had other abilities my mother would have told me,” you plainly stated. “She would have helped me hone that magic.”
“Your mother has also kept you locked away your entire life,” Laurance countered. He gave you a blank stare. “I’m sorry to say, but I don’t think that’s a valid defense to say you aren’t somehow related to the goddess.”
You scoffed, tearing your gaze away from his and rolling your eyes. “Okay. Even if I were to be related to Irene—which I am most definitely not—how do you propose finding out information? I can’t stay out of my tower forever. I have to go back eventually.”
“Well, my friends and I are looking for information on Lady Irene,” he said. He held his hand out and gestured to the air, as if doing so would create an image in your mind of what to do. “You could stay with us until you need to go back to your tower.”
You considered his offer, realizing how much thought you hadn’t put into this whole situation. You hadn’t planned how long you’d be away—you weren’t even sure when your mother would be back at the tower. You didn’t have anywhere else to go now that you had left your tower except with Laurance, who had gotten you into this in the first place.
“I’ll think about it,” you said, standing up and wiping your hands against your skirt. “I’ll leave you alone for now, though. You seem drained.”
Giving Laurance a proper look, his eyes were dark and seemed droopy. You weren’t sure what had happened, but it was clear to you that he needed rest.
He gave you a nod. “Thank you. I’ll see you later, Y/n.”
You gave him a soft smile before stepping out of the room. Down the hall, after you clicked his door shut, you spotted Aphmau turning the corner, probably to go down the stairs that were over there.
You followed. You needed to ask her some questions.
—
“So you can just . . . Do that by will?” Aphmau asked, admiring the wilted rose you had brought back.
You nodded, handing her the flower. “I can only really heal plants on my own, though. Sometimes my mother will gather something from my hair to heal herself, but I think that’s mostly her.”
As if to demonstrate, you pulled your long braid over your shoulder and caressed the strands. You weren’t sure how to begin harnessing whatever magic your hair held, but you had tried everything under the sun. Not a thing worked for you. The only thing you knew was that it softly illuminated every name you healed plants.
Aphmau took the rose from your hand by the stem carefully, holding it up to the light as she inspected it. Her mouth was agape in awe, and you swore there was a soft sparkle in her eye.
“Laurance thinks I’m related to Irene,” you whispered after a moment. Aphmau snapped her head towards you. “I told him I wasn’t.”
Aphmau hummed in consideration, continuing to inspect the flower. There was still some of your power radiating from it, and Aphmau was likely taking in the feeling. Not to mention that you felt that same pull to her as you did earlier.
“I doubt it, but this does feel . . . familiar,” she admitted, meeting your gaze again. Her eyes were the color of warm honey, and there was a sense of comfort in them. You could practically see the gears in her mind turning as she thought. “Hey, we were planning on leaving for Phoenix Drop tomorrow morning if you want to come with us. I know a wonderful scholar there that can probably help us figure this out.”
You weren’t positive who the we she referred to was, but you could assume it included Laurance and whatever other companion she had brought with her. You thought about her offer. You had seen countless maps of the world before, and the village of Phoenix Drop was a long way from the city of Scaleswind. It was nearly a two day boat ride. The time would have been cut nearly in half if you travelled by land, but the Ru’aun region was separated by a sacred forest that was nearly impossible to get through if you didn’t know your way. Hell, it was difficult even if you did. You doubted they would be taking the shorter route.
Still, you agreed. You still had nowhere to go and you would rather stick around something familiar until you decided to return to your tower—the familiarity being Laurance. You weren’t sure how long you’d be gone. Would you even consider going back?
Of course you did. You needed to. Your mother would send a region wide manhunt for you if you didn’t go back eventually. But it wouldn’t hurt to at least spend your time away with an acquaintance, right?
“I’ll go with you guys,” you said, giving Aphmau a small smile.
She returned it, though hers was much brighter than yours. She handed you the rose back before standing up. “Great! I’ll make sure to tell Nicole so she can get enough supplies for us ready. It’s going to be a long trip, but I hope you don’t mind?”
You shook your head. “Not at all.”
You exchanged a few more words with Aphmau before she walked off, leaving you on the sidewalk bench by yourself. You watched her until she turned the corner and your gaze couldn’t follow her anymore, and then you softly sighed.
The air in Scaleswind was fresh. It also felt clean, though you were used to the slightly stuffy air of your tower, so maybe the air would feel clean everywhere. The city was beautiful, with its towering buildings and flowering plants. If this single place alone held so much beauty and wonder, then what did the rest of the region have?
You were excited, to be frank. Spending time away from your tower made you less nervous about traveling around with what was practically a group of strangers. They seemed to be nice strangers, though, and Laurance had already helped you tremendously.
You smiled as you stood from the bench. You breathed in the fresh air and started walking back to Nicole’s house, your dance shoes clicking a seemingly happy tune against the stone beneath your feet.
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content: tangled au, variation of Stockholm syndrome, emotional abuse, kind of slow burn for this being a one shot, they actually don't get together, the world of MCD but not canon compliant, not-so-meet-cute, enemies to lovers (?), vague allusions to a difficult past concerning the mother, use of y/n
summary: Being locked in a tower your whole life can put a damper on your mood. But when your knight in shining armor comes to rescue you, do you really want to go with him?
word count: 5.4k (i'm sorry everyone i got carried away)
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It was not a pleasant thing to be locked up in your tower.
Yes, you enjoyed the solitude it provided. You had read numerous history books about the horrible things people did beyond the walls, and your mother had told you in great detail the terrible things that had happened to her before she was blessed with you. She wanted to protect you from the troubles she had endured at your age, and you were content with that.
But you had read other stories. The fictional ones your mother brought you as a reward for taking such wonderful care of your tower while she was away were filled with magic. You were transported to another world when you opened the crisp pages, and you could devour those stories in hours.
Those were the stories that told you about love and its different forms. You had read about brave heroines creating everlasting bonds with the people they led or the animals they befriended. You read about relationships of unconditional trust in terrifying situations, and you had read about families that found each other in their darkest times.
But your favorites, as cliche as it may be, were the ones where two people fell in love.
You loved reading about the feelings that developed and the stolen kisses and the romantic outings. They always had you smiling uncontrollably and kicking your feet when you daydreamed about experiencing the same thing later.
You longed to know what it felt like to fall in love the same way the characters in your stories did. You yearned to feel that same flap of butterfly wings in your stomach and have your knees weak at the small action of a kiss. You found yourself fantasizing about it more often than you liked to admit, imagining how it would go.
Perhaps your mother would find a suitor for you. She would bring him up into your tower when she visited and introduce the two of you. She would tell you that he was a lord of high standing and nobility and he would sweep you off your feet.
Or maybe he would find himself at the base of your tower, where the two of you would raise your voices just to communicate with each other. He would catch you when you jumped out to join him and create a life together.
Or, since your birthday was coming up, it might be possible to ask your mother to take you out. You were no longer a little girl or a teenager and you could defend yourself. Surely she would see no problem and allow you to accompany her on her next trip. You would travel to a village that sold the finest silks and paints and meet him on the street corner.
Your mother had other plans.
"Leave the tower?" She didn't even look at you as she cleaned the apples in her basket, rubbing them with a rag until they reflected the candlelight. "And how would we get back up?"
You softly exhaled through your nose, beginning to run your fingers through your hair and ignoring the subtle throbbing in your head. "We can use the same way you used when you originally brought me here."
Your mother scoffed, turning her head to look at you. Her gaze followed your hands for a moment before you got the hint to stop. She didn't like when you played with your hair. She always said it would cause stress and make you lose it.
"Darling," she began, her voice honeyed, "the way I used to get you up here is now so overgrown it's hardly usable anymore. Besides, I don't even remember where the door is."
When she turned her attention back to the apples and began cutting them up, you rolled your eyes. You opened your mouth to say something, but your mother kept talking, drowning the thoughts you were going to voice.
"It's a dangerous world out there, darling. You wouldn't like it. This meadow around the tower is the only safe haven I've found to protect you, and I refuse to put your safety in jeopardy just because you want to see beyond the walls."
This time, you didn't hide your discontent. You groaned and came up behind your mother, wrapping your arms around her body and resting your chin on her shoulder. She was a bit taller than you, so it was uncomfortable and you had to stand on your tiptoes.
"Please, mother. It's for my birthday."
"Yes, yes, darling. Your twenty-fourth, if I recall correctly." It was your twenty-third. "Quite a large number to celebrate. Oh, my baby's getting old."
She hummed as she reached up and pinched your cheek, her focus hardly faltering as she continued to cut up the fruit in her basket. The action left remnants of the sugared juice on your cheek, and you pulled away to wipe it off with the back of your hand.
"Mother, I'm not a little girl anymore. I can protect myself now."
"My answer is no, Y/n," she snapped. She turned her head once again to face you, and her gaze was so burning it made you feel like the small child you had just claimed you weren't. "Why do you want to go outside anyway? Aren't you happy with the luxuries I bring you every year?"
You didn't answer. Of course you were grateful for the gifts she brought you, you just wanted more. You wanted to experience what everyone else did.
"Y/n," your mother said after you had been quiet for a moment too long. "You're a young lady. You have the capability to respond when someone asks you a question."
You only nodded. Your mother let out an exasperated breath at the lack of an answer.
"See? You can barely answer a simple question. What makes you think you'll be able to survive out there?" She vaguely motioned to the open window before she walked past you, attempting to put an end to the conversation by stepping up the stairs that led to her private bedroom.
But you weren't going to let it stop there. You quickly caught up to her and grabbed her wrist with a gentle hold before she reached the curtain to the room, making her stop in her tracks and turn to you.
"It would just be one day, Mother. I'll stay by you the whole time, I-"
"I said no." Her tone was stern, and when she pulled her hand from your grasp it felt as though an arrow had gone through your heart. "I'm not changing my mind. Now, by the time I come out to make dinner, you attitude will be gone, is that understood?"
"But-"
She raised her brows. Her stare was piercing, searching your eyes for every secret you had.
You pressed your lips together for a moment before nodding.
Your mother didn't say anything else, only pulling the dark curtains to her room back enough for her to walk in. You waited until the thick fabric to stop swaying to lift your hand and push against the curtain, seeing if she would let you in.
Your hand met a barrier. Clearly she didn't want you with her at the moment. You weren't allowed in her room unless she had given you explicit permission.
You sighed, going down the stairs and sitting on your own bed. The wisteria flowers you had placed around the columns had started wilting. Maybe, if she wouldn't let you outside, your mother could at least get you new blooms.
—
Attitude. What attitude was she talking about?
You had laid down in your bed, twisting some of the wisteria leaves from your bed together to form a flower crown while you waited until your mother came back down. When she did, your "attitude" had disappeared, but neither of you spoke. Not even when the two of you sat at the table and ate the potato soup she had made.
Neither of you spoke again until the next morning. You wouldn't have at all if your mother hadn't told you she was leaving again. This time, the trip would be longer and you'd be alone.
You had only nodded in response. You waited by the window, watching as your mother gathered what she would need from the pantries and drawers before tossing your hair out the window. You groaned when she took hold of it, closing your hands around the strands near your scalp in an attempt to lessen the pull.
When she finally gave your hair one last tug, you nearly stumbled. You righted yourself before you fell, though, and stood at the window until your mother disappeared behind the veil of leaves that kept you hidden.
She was gone now, leaving you with absolutely nothing to do for hours on end.
Yes, you enjoyed the solitude your tower provided, but sometimes you wished there was someone to keep you company.
—
You heard the harsh grinding of stone against iron while you were seated at the table, mending a pair of slippers that had recently torn along the seams. The sound made you pause. You waited a moment to make sure you weren't going crazy.
When you heard it again, you immediately dropped the material in your hands and lunged for the cupboard. You grabbed a knife and darted across the room, throwing open the door to your wardrobe and pushing your blouses and skirts aside to hide among them. You spent longer than you wanted trying to stuff your hair in the spaces beside you, and you're sure a small amount of it got stuck beneath the doors. You left it open just a crack so you could see out of it.
He grunted as he lifted himself onto the windowsill, muttering a curse when he kicked his leg over the edge and stumbled into the room without grace. He stood up and looked around, his gaze faltering when he caught sight of the wardrobe. He started at it for a moment—a long moment where you thought he would stride right up to you and open the door, but he didn't.
When he turned his head away, you looked at him. His disheveled hair was light brown, parted down the middle. He was wearing gray pants and a blue overcoat. A leather bag wrapped tightly around his body, and a scabbard was secured around his waist, his hand never leaving the hilt of his sword.
The only thought that crossed your mind was that you would have to be sneaky to gain any kind of advantage over him, and when he took tentative steps past the wardrobe, further into the tower, you slowly pushed open the door and stepped out.
Your footsteps were quiet. You approached him slowly, making sure you didn't make any sound. You held the knife in front of you, both hands on the hilt, and aimed it at him.
Go fast and just get it over with, you told yourself, but something was making you hesitate. This was wrong. This was wrong, but he was trespassing. If something happened to you because you couldn't protect yourself . . . Dear, your mother would be enraged. She would never let you leave.
This was your one chance to prove you could protect yourself.
You stepped closer. Closer and closer until you were in such close proximity that you felt the need to hold your breath.
Just as you reached the point where you could jab out your arm and stab him, you paused. You tried to keep your breaths light and unheard, but your heart was pounding. You could feel it fighting against your rib cage, burning to jump out of your chest.
Your hesitance made you the victim. In one swift move, the man in front of you drew his sword and lunged back. In the same movement, he had successfully disarmed you, your kitchen knife now thrown across the room.
You froze, your hands lifted by your side in what you think is meant to be a defensive pose. Or the beginnings of running away. You aren't sure, since you couldn't think clearly because of the sword pointed at you.
The man looked you up and down, raising his eyebrows when he noticed your bare feet and the bandages wrapped around your fingertips (the result of accidentally stabbing yourself with a needle one too many times). His stance relaxed, but he kept his sword aimed at you.
"Who are you?" he asked. His voice was smooth, and if the circumstances were different you might have swooned from the sound alone.
You were silent, opening and closing your mouth like a fish as you fought to articulate the words you wanted to say. You must have looked like an idiot, wearing an untucked blouse and skirt that had clearly seen better days.
"I- Who are you?" you asked instead. Your voice was quieter than you would have liked. You tried clearing your throat discreetly before saying it louder, but it came out as a cough instead.
You decided not to repeat your question. You didn't want to embarrass yourself more than you already had.
The man was quiet. His gaze traveled over you again, this time lingering on the copious amounts of hair that trailed behind you. His eyes followed it for a moment before snapping back to your face.
He sheathed his sword and stood straighter, though that did nothing to quell your fears of being sliced to pieces.
"My name is Laurance Zvahl." He bowed, which surprised you. You knew that bowing was the typical show of gratitude or courtesy for someone of high standing, but you were just a girl in a tower. "I'm second in command of the guard in Phoenix Drop."
Your brows furrowed as he straightened. Phoenix Drop? It was a town your mother had visited years ago. The only thing she said when she returned from her stay was, "It was nothing special. Just a small, underdeveloped town run by a pacifist."
But . . . Phoenix Drop was so far. What was their second in command doing here?
"May I ask what your name is?" he asked when you had been silent for too long. He crossed your arms, and you figured he must not have pinned you as a threat if he was being this nonchalant about everything.
Which, you weren't a threat, but his comfort in your home unnerved you.
"Y/n," you replied.
Laurance smiled kindly. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman."
Your eyes slightly widened. You can't say for sure if you blushed, but you knew from the way his smile widened that you weren't doing a very good job of hiding how flustered the single compliment made you.
You cleared your throat again. "Why are you here?"
"Ah." Laurance glanced around as he spoke. "Well, a few guards and I were accompanying our Lord on a trip. Unfortunately, we got separated in the forest and I ended up here. I assumed this tower was vacant since there was so much overgrowth outside, but"—he motions to you—"it clearly wasn't."
You nodded. People got lost in the forest surrounding your tower all the time, but none had ever entered the small circle of rocks that surrounded you. They had tried, but a barrier your mother had set up around it prevented them from getting father.
So how did he get in?
You knew that sometimes your mother's magic faltered, especially if she was far away, but she had redone the spells surrounding you just last week. They should have been stronger, if anything.
Laurance, taking note of your silence, continued talking. "I saw the tip over the rocks and assumed it was hollow. I suppose my guess was rewarded, since I now get to spend a few moments with someone as pretty as you."
He smiled again, and you found yourself relaxing ever so slightly. He hadn't moved to draw his sword again or make any physical advances on you, and you found your mind easing in your presence.
Your mother had always warned you of people like him—of people that seemed easy to trust and talk to. They were the most deceptive. They were the ones that would shatter your entire being with one lie.
You put her warnings in the back of your mind. It couldn't have been possible for someone with such sincere eyes to be a cheat, right?
"There's magicks around this tower," you said. You tried keeping your voice flat. "You shouldn't have been able to see anything, let alone get in."
Laurance's brows furrowed. "Really? Well, it must not be very strong. I didn't pick up on any traces of magic when I came in."
You huffed, any earlier ease you had felt now gone. "There is a barrier surrounding this tower and the rocks around it. My mother is the best witch in Ru'aun. Her magic essence comes from a line of witches so potent and known that armies have fallen at the feeling of it. Her magic doesn't falter for deities, much less a non-magicks user like you."
Your mother had told you stories about your ancestors. She often spoke about how they fought by Lady Irene's side and protected her from Shad the Destroyer. You knew your mother had powerful magicks. She had shown you the extent of her abilities herself.
Laurance's eyebrows raised again. He showed a lot of facial expressions, you noticed.
"Right. Well, I'm here, so maybe your mother's magic just ran out." He shrugged, the charming smile that painted his lips widening.
"Magic doesn't just run out-"
"Then it wore off, or something. Listen, I don't know a lot about magic or witches or . . . anything else like that." Laurance shrugged. You huffed, crossing your arms.
Incompetent little b-
"So, you just stay up here?" Laurance's stare was on your hair again, following the long locks until he reached the pile of hidden strands still in your wardrobe. He walked up to you and you stiffened, but he walked past you to trail your hair instead.
"Obviously," you snapped, as if it were common knowledge that you did. Your mother's words rang in your head. "There would be no way back up if I left."
Laurance hummed. You started running your hands through your hair as he approached the wardrobe, opening the door wider and allowing the pile of hair inside to slide out. "You got a lot of hair," he stated.
You tugged your hair closer to your body, though the action did nothing to move it further from Laurance. "How else is my mother supposed to get up here?"
Laurance lifted his head to face you, his brows raised. "Your mother climbs your hair to get up here?" You nodded. "That doesn't . . . It doesn't hurt?"
"Well, yeah. But I've gotten used to it. It doesn't hurt now as much as it did when I was little."
"People climbing your hair is a regular occurrence?"
You let out an exasperated breath. Who was this guy in thinking he could ask so many questions. "My mother's the only one."
"And you've never left this tower?"
You shook your head.
Laurance let out a low whistle.
You pressed your lips together. You knew he was judging not only your mother, but your lifestyle. Sure, it might not have been the most accepted method of protection, but up until today it had worked. You had been content to be alone in your tower your entire life. You had to be. Who was he to think he could just climb the walls and criticize the way you lived?
Laurance was looking out the window he had come in from. You opened your mouth to snap back, but Laurance started talking before you could.
"Ever consider leaving?"
His question caught you off guard. You started at him gobsmacked for a moment—as if he had just admitted a heinous secret to you—before your mind cleared enough for you to formulate an answer.
"I-I do. Yes." You paused, choosing your words. "But I'm content up here."
Laurance's lips curved into another charming smile. It practically lit up the room, and you found yourself easing once again at the sight of it.
"So you do? Do you even get fresh air up here? Have you ever felt the sun on your skin?"
You huffed. "Of course I have. That window allows me to receive what nature provides."
"But you've never really experienced any of it, have you? You've never laid out in the sun or ran in a field or-or talked to someone that isn't your mother, have you?"
You crossed your arms and looked away. "I'm talking to you right now, aren't I?"
Laurance exhaled. "That's not what I mean. I mean you don't have any friends, or acquaintances, or anyone to talk to at all. You don't get lonely up here?"
You rolled his words over in your head but didn't say anything. You refused to admit he was right. You did get lonely, and you did want to leave your tower even if it was for one day. But your mother wouldn't allow it.
Laurance's expression softened as he realized how sheltered you actually were. He looked around the tower again, taking in the hand painted details and the homemade candles and the stacks of books against the walls. He couldn't imagine living like this—stuck in an inescapable tower with nothing to do for days, years on end. No socialization, no friends, not even an animal of some kind for you to interact with.
"Alright, so clearly your mom's got a little something going on in her head." The words had you snapping your head in his direction as Laurance pointed his finger and moved it in a small circle. Your nose scrunched and you uncrossed your arms, moving to hit him, shove him, something, while you said a few choice words, but Laurance stuck his hand out and held onto your shoulder, keeping you an arm's length away. "But this is genuinely insane." He vaguely motioned to the room. "No one keeps their kid locked in a place like this. Not if they truly love them."
You huffed again, trying to push yourself forward to smack him, but his grip on your shoulder only tightened. It was clear he wasn't going to let you move.
"You don't know what you're talking about!" you yelled. "You don't know what my mother's been through or what she's trying to protect me from."
"Do you even know what she's protecting you from? Because the defenses you claim are surrounding this tower sound like battle tactics. Nothing poses that much of a threat to a place like this."
“People like you do,” you bit back. “My mother’s always warning me about you. The handsome, charming ones that can obviously get girls to smile with every word they say. She says people like you will turn their backs on those they claim to love without a second thought.”
Laurance exhaled. “Okay, so your mother met one bad person that broke her trust and ruined her life. That’s no reason to lock your daughter up forever. Not everyone is like that.”
“Well the good ones are so sparse and hard to find that there isn’t even a point in trying.”
“How would you even know that? You-” Laurance groaned, cutting himself off and taking a moment to gather his thoughts. “Listen, this is insane.” Laurance threw his arms out, motioning to the tower. “No one locks people up like this to protect them. You can’t tell me you seriously want to stay up here for the rest of your life, can you?”
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms again. “Obviously I don’t, but my mother knows best. If she says that staying up here will keep me safe and away from the people she seems unworthy, then I will stay up here.”
Laurance blew out a breath. He ran a hand through his hair and began pacing for a moment.
“Alright, listen. I know this is crazy, but you clearly don’t. And I now know that you don’t want to stay here forever. So how about this—I get you out of here. You can experience the world for just a little bit, see how people interact, see how life is supposed to be, and then you can decide if your mother truly knows what’s best for you.”
You pursed your lips. His offer was enticing. You had just spoken to your mother about this and refused you. You knew you shouldn’t go with him. Laurance was a stranger you just met. He could be a serial killer for all you knew.
But there was something in his eyes. His gorgeous blue eyes that resembled celestite held something akin to worry. He wanted you to leave, and you realized it wasn’t so he could fulfill whatever sick fantasy he might have had.
He was kind, you could tell that much. He couldn’t seem to handle the thought of anyone stuck in the same situation as you, and he wanted to help you. He needed to help you get out of this tower, even if it was only for a couple days.
You huffed. “How do you propose both of us get out of here?”
Despite himself, a faint smile graced Laurance’s features. “We could get out the way I came in.”
Laurance reached into his bag and pulled out four arrows. You found it odd, since he had no bow on him. He must have found them somewhere.
You looked down at the arrows, your gaze flicking between them and Laurance’s eyes.
“I’m not using those,” you plainly stated.
“Then use your hair. I’m sure you can double it up or something and slide down it. I’ll catch you when you reach the bottom.”
You rolled your eyes, biting your lip to hide a smile.
Nothing else was said. You watched as Laurance sauntered back to the window and kicked his legs over the edge. You stayed standing in your spot, wondering if you should really do this.
Your mother would be gone for weeks. You could afford to spend some time out. But what if something happened to you? You could be kidnapped or killed or worse.
When the top of Laurance’s head disappeared, you took that as your sign to stay behind. If he was out of sight then the whole thing was out of mind. You would never have to tell your mother about this, and maybe one day she would take you out herself.
You were just about to turn and continue mending your slipper’s when you heard his voice.
“You comin’?” he called out. You paused again. Against your better judgment, you walked to the window and peered over the edge.
Laurance wasn’t that far down the tower. He was looking down at where he placed his feet so he didn’t slip.
You looked past him, to the grassy field of flowers below him. You watched a rabbit scurry across your line of vision before it disappeared into a hole beneath a tree before taking a deep breath.
Okay, so maybe out of sight out of mind wasn’t going to work for you. That was alright. It would be just fine if you left with this man you just met, right?
Oh Divines.
You took another deep breath before tossing your hair out the window and winding it around the hook. How does this work? Do you just grab it and then scale down the tower? Do you slide down the hair? What if you got stuck?
You reached out and grabbed ahold on your hair. You tugged on it experimentally, knowing it would hurt your head more than usual since you wouldn’t be able to tug it back toward your scalp.
You slowly inhaled and exhaled again before doing the same as Laurance and kicking your feet over the windowsill.
One deep breath at a time, you gathered the courage to let yourself fall ever so slightly, yelping when you moved farther down than you intended. Your heart jumped to your throat, and it took you another moment to gather yourself and continue.
Laurance had already made it to the bottom. He now stared up at you, poised to move if your slipped and fell. He would catch you, you trusted that much.
It didn’t quell your nerves. It took another minute of deep breaths and closing your eyes before you readjusted yourself and your foot met the warm stone of your tower. You slowly moved down, grunting with the effort of quite literally holding yourself up by the head.
Laurance’s voice talked you through it as you reached closer and closer to the bottom. Your arms felt as though they would give out and your head was pounding. You thought you had good footing on the tower, but the stone was loose. It crumbled beneath your foot as you loosened your hold on your hair to move down and you went tumbling with it.
You let out a scream as you fell, though it was short lived. Laurance was beneath you in an instant, catching you in a mess of bundled fabric and tangled hair. The placement of his hands wasn’t the most appropriate, with one hand just a hair away from groping your chest and the other holding a firm grip on your hip, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to chastise him as you took a second to gather yourself again.
You gently pushed him away when your mind cleared. He set you onto your feet without complaint and waited until your breathing evened out to say anything.
When you finally looked up at him, he smiled.
“Look behind you,” he said. You did so, craning your neck up to see the window of your tower left wide open. It was much taller than you expected, and you had to turn your whole body and take a few steps back to take it all in. “You’re free. For a couple days at least.”
You didn’t let thoughts of how your mother would punish you if she found out plague you. Nor did you let yourself think about the impossible task of getting back up into the tower. You refused to fathom every terrible thing that could happen to you because you were free, albeit for a short period of time.
Your face broke into a wide smile. You tore your gaze from your tower and looked around. You had only ever seen the meadow from an aerial view. You never would have thought that it looked so beautiful seeing everything from where you stood now.
You let out a breath of disbelief, laughing as you knelt in the grass and ran your hands through the soft blades.
How did you live your entire life without this?
You didn’t comment at the sound of Laurance’s footsteps behind you. You just relished in the sound his boots made against the gravel and dirt, an odd sound to love but one you never think you’ll tire of hearing.
You look up at him, bright smile and all.
“What?” you asked, noticing his expression. It seemed content. There was the faintest of smiles on his lips and his eyes were sparkling like the water in the creek across the field.
Laurance shook his head. “Nothing. Just glad I could help.”
If it was possible, your smile would have widened. You pushed yourself back to your feet, rubbing your scalp to loosen the tension as you looked around again.
“So where are we going?” you asked.
“Well, I need to find my lord and the other guards I accompanied,” Laurance said. You turned to him, still running your hands through your hair. “You’re free to join me, if you’d like, or we can go our separate ways. The choice is yours, beautiful.”
That time, you allowed yourself to soften your smile as you gazed at him. “I think I will.”
Looking at him now, with the sun shining against his hair and reflecting off his eyes like they were the rarest crystals, you thought he was handsome. Unbearably so. The corners of his eyes turned up and his face looked as though it would fit in your hands perfectly. His nose had a prominent bump on the bridge that he might have been conscious of at one point, but it now suited him.
You shook yourself of those thoughts, but as you trailed behind him, following him out of the solitude you had known your whole life, you couldn’t help but think that this was the start of your love story.
was this accurate to his character? maybe. i’m not sure since i’m still getting back into the fandom but I hope y’all enjoyed 💙
will this have a part 2? maybe. if y’all want one then let me know. either way i’m probably gonna write a part two but for now it will remain a one shot
content: tangled au, slow burn, gradual strangers to friends to lovers, use of y/n
summary: After Laurance convinced you to leave your tower, you join him in searching for his companions.
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The crevice that led into your circle of isolation had always been a dark, looming pathway. You had lost count of the amount of times you had stared out the window, fantasizing about crossing it. But now that you were standing in front of it with Laurance, you hesitated.
The crevice was hidden on the other side. If you blinked you missed it, and it was truly mind boggling that Laurance had managed to spot it. The barely noticeable crack in the stone opened up to a gaping hole on the other side.
Maybe it was the darkness that scared you. You knew the tunnel went on forever—at least that’s what you remembered from the few times your mother had actually taken you out when you were a toddler. You were scared of it then, and it terrified you now.
Laurance raised his brow at you. He didn’t miss the way your thumb ran over your nails or the stiffness of your shoulders. Those were the harder things to spot, but he would have been an idiot if he hadn’t noticed your expression.
Your brows were drawn together, the smallest line forming between them. You bit the inside of your lip and your gaze flitted to all corners of the dark cavern in front of you.
“Are you alright?” Laurance asked. His hand remained on the hilt of his sword.
You nodded, though your mouth had gone dry. “Fine,” you said, needing to peel your tongue from the roof of your mouth to speak. Another moment passed between the two of you. “You go first.”
“Why?”
“Just go first.” You didn’t know why you wanted him to go first. You could have gone first and gotten it over with. Maybe you were scared he would stab you in the back if you walked in front of him.
No. If he were going to hurt you he would have done so. Irene knows he’s already had hundreds of openings to do that in the half hour he’d known you. So what were you scared of?
Laurance seemed to sense your unease. It was obvious that he didn’t want to go first either—though you weren’t sure what his reasoning was—but he would for your sake. What kind of person would he be to help someone out of their own isolation and then leave them for the wolves?
With a sigh, Laurance stepped in front of you. You counted the number of steps it took him to reach the looming darkness (seven) and waited until he paused at the exit to catch up.
You followed close behind him in the tunnel. There was no light, so it was pitch black. You remembered traveling with a lantern when you were younger. The lantern had cast dark shadows across the walls and dramatized the silhouettes of you and your mother. Your mother had sung a soft tune to sooth you, and now you were singing the same beat in your head.
When you were small, your mother singing had illuminated your hair and acted as a light to fend off the dark. Once the two of you had cuddled together in the tower that night, safe from the darkness of the tunnel, she told you a tale of Irene. She’d told you your hair was a blessing from the deity herself, one meant to make you a light like the matron.
You weren’t sure what it was, but something about the fear that slowly nipped at your being made you forget your magic hair and the hopeful take your mother had spun all those years ago. Instead, you found yourself reaching forward, needing to touch Laurance to make sure he was still there. Your fingertips brushed against the thick material of his overcoat until your palm lightly rested against what you assumed to be his shoulder. Barely a second had passed before his own hand enveloped yours, the callouses on it a stark contrast to your soft ones, and gently squeezed.
The pressure around your chest loosened slightly. You really didn’t know what you were scared of, but having Laurance’s warm hand in your own gave you a sense of comfort. There was no way you’d be separated from him and left behind. If that was even what you feared.
You heard something click against the stone wall. Your breath hitched. Your hand tightened around Laurance’s as you froze and pulled him closer.
“I’m right here.” Laurance’s voice cut through the darkness like a small light, however dim it may have been. His hand kept a tight hold of yours while you felt the other brush against your shoulder. Even though he couldn’t see you, you nodded and took a deep breath.
The tunnel seemed to take hours to travel through, just as it did in your memory. However, when you emerged on the other side the sun was still shining high noon. Was the never ending depth of darkness all in your head?
When your bare feet touched the soft grass beyond the tunnel it was like whatever was holding you tight let go. It wasn’t so hard to breathe anymore and your hold on Laurance’s hand loosened until your fingers slipped out of his.
You looked around in silent awe. There were so many trees. Golden rays of sun filtered through the leaves, creating a warmth beneath the canopy above you where the light shone. Birds were chirping and in the distance you swore you heard living water flowing through a creek. The air was fresh—much fresher than it had ever been in your tower. There was a crisp coldness to the atmosphere that made the hairs on your arm stand, but you relished in the feeling.
Laurance watched as you took in the world around you. He kept his distance as you admired the beauty of nature, but stayed close enough that he could protect you should anything happen.
You smiled. You never thought you would escape the confines of your tower, and that thought had only been solidified after your mother shot down your request to leave. But here you were, dewy grass beneath your feet and the towering trees just an arms length away from your fingertips.
Your joy made Laurance’s own lips curl up. When you turned back to look at him, the dopey grin across his face made you chuckle.
“What?” you asked.
Laurance shook his head. “What do you mean what?”
“You keep looking at me.”
Laurance playfully scoffed. “Am I not allowed to do that?”
“Well . . . Yes, but you have a certain look when you do.”
He raised a brow. “Do I?” You nodded. “What look is it?
“It’s—“ You cut yourself off, trying to curl your lips in the same soft way as his. Laurance chuckled. “No. Okay, no. It’s more like—“ You tried twisting your lips again, this time raising your eyebrows ever so slightly.
Laurance laughed louder, covering his mouth in a poor attempt to stifle it. You huffed. “Okay, I don’t know! But you’re looking at me like that and it’s . . . weird.”
“Would you like me to stop looking at you?”
“I . . .” You trailed off. Did you really want that? “Yes.”
“Alright, then I’ll stop looking at you.”
You nodded. The two of you held eye contact for a moment before you turned and looked behind you.
The forest was dense, but there was still space to frolick through it freely. The density of the trees didn’t seem intimidating, no. Instead, there was an inviting light, one that beckoned you to travel further. Flowers bloomed across the forest floor, the ones that were on vines climbing up the tree trunks and dangling off the branches and leaves.
You were in awe.
“So where are we going?” you asked. You watched as a bird pecked at a branch.
“Well, I need to find my Lord and companions. As I told you earlier, we were unexpectedly separated.” You heard the grass ruffle beneath Laurance’s feet as he approached you, stopping at your side. “You’re still free to go with me. Or you can do as you please and venture on your own.”
You turn your head to look at him. He’s taller than you, you notice. “I’ll go with you, if that’s not a bother. I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
Laurance smiled—a kind one that would put anyone’s nerves at ease. “Of course, my lady. Shall we be on our way, then?”
You nodded, and waited until Laurance stepped in front of you to follow behind him.
You were slower than him. It might have been that Laurance was simply faster because his legs were longer and he was obviously more experienced with traversing around grass and sticks and rocks (not to mention he was wearing shoes and you had been careless enough to leave your tower completely barefoot), but a part of you thought you were slower because of your hair.
The weight of it held you back, acting as a tether you to your tower of solitude. Maybe it was a warning, you thought. Maybe it was your mother’s magic tugging on the ends, a desperate plea for you to not subject yourself to the dangers of the world.
You softly gasped when a knot in your hair got caught on something. You weren’t sure what it was or what part of your hair had gotten caught, but it must have been something big because it made you stumble back.
You looked behind you, wrapping your hands around the strands of hair and attempting to pull the knot out. If Laurance had asked what you were looking for, you would have said what your hair was caught on, but you didn’t know if that would be an accurate answer. Some part of you, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, was looking for your mother.
You could feel her presence watching you. It was a weight on your shoulders that pulled you down almost as much as your hair did. You were waiting for your mother to come out of the shadows and grab you and drag you back to the tower. If that happened, would Laurance run after you? Would he try again to coax you out of what you knew? You had hardly just met him, what reason would he have to do that.
“Are you alright?” You turned at the sound of Laurance’s voice. He was right behind you, so he must have noticed your minor distress and stepped closer.
“My hair got caught,” you said. Your voice was soft, but Laurance was already walking past you and following the length of your long hair to find where it had gotten caught. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Laurance stopped a few feet away from you, bending down to untangle the knot. “You don’t have to apologize. You have a lot of hair, I would’ve been surprised if it didn’t get caught on something.”
He undid the knot and pulled a gnarled root out of the ground, tossing it away so it didn’t catch the rest of your hair. He began to bundle it up, pulling it close to him to gather in a ball for him to hold close to his chest.
“Here,” he said, standing straight once he had gathered your hair. “I’ll help you with it.”
“No, it’s okay.” You step closer to him, holding your arms out for him to give you the pile of hair instead. “I can carry it. I don’t want it to get in your way.”
“Are you sure?” You nodded and he let the full weight of your hair fall into your arms, although reluctantly. He took a breath, looking towards the sky. “It’s getting late. I doubt we’ll catch up with my companions, so we’ll find a place to stay.” His gaze met yours again, and he gave you a once over. “And we’ll see what we can do about getting you shoes.”
His gaze flicked back up to yours, his lips fighting to pull up into a teasing grin. Your cheeks heated.
“I was in a rush,” you said.
Laurance shook his head. He allowed a smile to grace his face, though it was kind. “I didn’t say anything.”
“But you were thinking it.” He stepped past you, continuing on the path he had mapped out in his mind. You scoffed, following after him. “It’s not like I meant to forget shoes.”
“Oh, because you weren’t mending a pair when I came into your tower.” He glanced behind him, making sure you were steadily following but also to react to your embarrassment. “Don’t think I didn’t see that white pair on the table.”
“Well- Those were house slippers and unsuitable for walking,” you snapped. You looked down at your feet, making sure you didn’t step on any sharp objects or trip over lifted roots. “I don’t have an actual pair of shoes anyway.”
“You don’t own shoes?”
“I’ve never had any reason to. Why would I?”
Laurance raised his brows and nodded his head, as if agreeing with your statement. “Well, whatever the reason I’ll make sure you have shoes by tomorrow morning.”
—
Well, he’s make sure you had shoes by tomorrow morning if the time even came.
“Are we lost?” you asked. You had been walking for an eternity, blindly following behind him for what seemed like hours. You could feel the burn in your arms from holding your hair off the ground for so long.
“No, we are not lost.”
It certainly didn’t look that way. Laurance was standing just a few feet in front of you, looking left and right, forward and behind him, practically spinning in circles as he tried to figure out which way to go.
A moment passed. You were still, listening to the crunch of leaves beneath Laurance’s feet as he turned helplessly. It was dark now, and crickets were chirping their lullaby. You watched Laurance run a hand through his hair and breathe out.
“We’re lost,” you declared. You huffed, letting your hair drop onto the floor. Another second holding it and you’re sure your arms would have given out. You glance around, spotting a smooth rock and sitting on the surface. “What’s your plan now?”
“We aren’t lost, Y/n. Just…” Laurance trailed off. He spun around to find you and meet your gaze. In the moonlight, his eyes almost glowed. “We’re gonna find some place eventually. We just have to keep going.”
You puffed out a breath, though you weren’t sure if it was supposed to be in amusement or exasperation. You sat on the rock, staring as Laurance turned back around and debated which way to go before taking a deep breath and gathering your hair again.
“Let’s go this way,” you said once you had finished looping your hair around your arms and found yourself beside him. You vaguely motioned to your right. “Unless you suddenly know where to go?”
Laurance shot you a glare before stepping that way. “I was just about to say we should go right.”
You hummed in disbelief, rolling your eyes before following behind him. Since it was dark now and you couldn’t see the forest floor, your steps were more careful.
You thanked your lucky stars when hardly fifteen minutes later you and Laurance happened upon what seemed to be an inn at the edge of a pond. You breathed out a sigh of relief when your feet met the smooth cobbled stone of a path, and you began taking less care of where you stepped.
You weren’t sure when exactly it had happened, but you found yourself leading Laurance with a bounce in your step. Although you didn’t turn back to see it, Laurance’s gaze as he watched you was soft, as was his smile.
He held the sturdy door open for you, a wave of warmth from inside the building enveloping you like a warm hug as you entered. The door clicked shut behind you and Laurance, though it was nothing but background noise compared to the inside.
It wasn’t extravagant by any means, but it was homey—lived in. There were shelves of various knick-knacks and chairs that looked well loved. You spotted a pile of books with sun damaged pages and softened corners that proved they had been read and appreciated many times. Nothing went together, and yet that was the charm of it.
Here, in this singular room, was all the evidence of a life lived. There in the room you stood was evidence of countless journeys and experiences worth the risk of living a thousand times over.
You hadn’t even noticed that a gentleman had come out of a back room, or that Laurance had approached him. You were busy admiring a collection of handmade figurines and dolls, ranging from carved wooden soldiers to delicately sewn rag dolls with their yarn hair in pigtails and colored buttons for eyes.
It wasn’t until Laurance brushed his hand against your shoulder that you were drawn out of your wonder struck stupor and turned to him. He held a key up to you, saying something you didn’t quite catch before he turned. You assumed he wanted you to follow, so you did.
You followed him up a spiral staircase. Nearly every step creaked beneath the weight of your figures, and the space between them was steeper than you would have liked, but you were grateful that you had come across a place to stay before it got too dark outside.
The room Laurance had purchased was a small one, enough for a bed and a dresser and space for another person or two to sleep on the floor if they so wished, though you couldn’t imagine they would do so comfortably. A door made from unpolished wood led to what you assumed was a bathroom.
Your hair was slowly unwinding itself from the loops around your arms when Laurance said, “I’ll sleep on the floor.”
You turned to look up at him. “Are you sure? I feel bad taking the bed.”
Laurance nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t be a very good man if I let a lady such as yourself sleep anywhere except a bed. Besides, I’ve slept in worse places.”
You softly nodded, although the air was thicker now. You couldn’t figure out what it was, but you awkwardly stepped further into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. It was soft, much softer than your own, and the blankets were fuzzy and warm. You began unwrapping your hair from your body as Laurance removed his items. First his bag and then his scabbard. He placed both things by the door.
When the final tendrils of your hair fell to the floor, you began picking any stray leaves and twigs out of it. You left the trash in a neat pile on the dresser to throw away the following morning, and when the silence got too loud for your liking you said, “So what are your plans for tomorrow?”
Laurance had been mindlessly watching you pick the leaves and twigs from your hair, but once he heard your words his gaze flicked to yours. The warm candle flame flickered in his light irises, telling you what ice held up to the sun must have looked like.
“I’m gonna ask if Kruger has a map of these woods,” he said. You weren’t sure who Kruger was, but you assumed it was the man who gave Laurance the room key. “If he doesn’t, then I’ll ask where we are in relation to the closest village. I’ll be able to find my companions from there.”
You softly nodded, and the thick blanket of silence enveloped the two of you again. You weren’t sure what else to say. Was there even something else to say?
By he time you finished picking the trash from your hair, Laurance had already laid on the floor. His eyes were closed but he wasn’t asleep. You still moved quietly, the blankets on the bed rustling as you covered yourself with them before blowing out the candle on the dresser with a soft breath.
When you closed your eyes, you found that sleep would not come easily. Now that you were in a dark and silent room, you felt as though your mother’s presence was watching you more intently. You could almost feel her hands wrapping around your shoulders, pressing so hard you might have toppled over if you had been standing.
You don’t think it would have surprised you to find out the entire day had been a dream when you woke up. You would find yourself back beneath the wilting wisteria around your bed and stretch before finding your mother to tell her of your strange dream.
The weight around your shoulders didn’t loosen even after you had drifted off.
—
Thankfully, you weren’t awoken to limp flower petals falling around you. You were still in the small room under the warm blankets, but now the sun filtered through the sheer curtains and cast golden rays across the floor. Laurance’s makeshift bed had been cleaned up, the duvet neatly folded up and placed at the door of your bed along with his pillow. Laurance himself, though, was gone.
You sat up and stretched. Your breath stank of staleness and your eyes still felt heavy, though you no longer felt the dreadful weight of your mother’s prying eyes.
The door to the room opened. Laurance stepped through, an apple in his mouth and a plate of food in each hand. Two glasses filed with milk were precariously balanced on each plate, and he moved slowly to make sure he didn’t spill it. When he had set both plates down on the dresser and placed the glass cups to the side, he reached up and took a proper bite of his apple.
He turned to you as he chewed, covering his mouth. “Good morning, beautiful.”
You nodded in return, your throat feeling too scratchy to reply. You notice the cups on the dresser and take the one closer to you, taking a sip. Immediately your mouth doesn’t feel as stale.
“Thank you,” you said, brushing your hair out of your face. Laurance leaned back against the wall across from you, pulling his plate and cup closer to him.
“No problem. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I just grabbed whatever.”
You nodded again, taking in the contents of the plate. To one side was an assortment of fresh berries—blueberries and raspberries and blackberries, all looking like they had been picked right of their bushes at the crack of dawn. To another side was two slices of fairy bread, and next to that two strips of bacon.
You thanked Laurance again, giving him a kind smile before the two of you fell into a comfortable silence and ate.
“Did you find a map?” you asked, wiping the corner of your mouth to remove the butter that had gathered.
Laurance shook his head. “No, Kruger didn’t have one. He did give me directions to Scaleswind, though. He said it was about half a day of walking from here. It’s lucky, since that’s where my companions and I were headed before I got separated.”
“Will we leave after we eat?” Your eyes were wide as you looked up at him. They reminded Laurance of a doe.
“If you’re ready. I don’t mind staying a bit longer if you want,” he replied, shoving the last of his breakfast in his mouth before brushing off his hands.
You softly hummed, glancing away as you thought. Another half day of walking would probably tire you, or at least your arms, out by carrying the weight of your hair again.
“Do you think we could stay for a bit? Long enough for me to pull my hair back, at least,” you requested. “I got a bit tired carrying it all day yesterday.”
Laurance nodded, his gaze flicking to your hair. “I could braid it for you,” he suggested. “If you’re okay with that.”
You nodded once, though it was more a nod of consideration before you give him a firmer, more assured one. “Yes, that . . . That would work. You know how to braid?”
Laurance nodded. He motioned for you to turn your back to him, which you did. You felt the bed dip behind you as he sat down, and you felt the soft tug your hair gave when he gently pushed it out of the way and onto the floor.
“My sister taught me,” he said, running his fingers through your hair to separate it into thirds. He set two of them to the side, though you weren’t sure why. “She had hair down to her knees when we were teenagers. Hayden was always telling her to get it out of the way when she did things, especially with him, so she made me braid it for her.”
“Are you the younger sibling?” you asked, continuing to pick berries off your plate and eat them. You were careful not to move too much, not wanting to mess up the way Laurance did your hair.
“Yup,” he breathed out. You could almost hear the eye roll. “Cadenza never let me forget it either. She compares the day we met to a curious child finding a rat in the street and begging their parents to let them keep it as a pet.”
You laughed at the picture you painted in your head—a younger Laurance tucked under a girl’s arm, the girl holding him out like a rag doll to her parents.
When your laughter subsided, you ran his words through your head again. “Are you adopted?” you asked.
“What makes you say that?”
You flush. If your assumption was wrong, then you weren’t sure you’d be able to look him in the face again. “Just… You called your parent by name, instead of Dad. And you said the day you and Cadenza met, so that makes it sound like you haven’t known her since you were born.”
Laurance hummed. “You’re right, I was just curious. Yes, I am adopted. Hayden was Meteli’s Lord before he died, and he took me in.”
You vaguely recalled your mother telling you about Meteli. She had come home from the trip earlier than anticipated with mud caked in her boots and smeared across her nice dress. What a nasty place it was, she said. It was a swamp village, if you remembered correctly.
“Are you from Meteli?” you asked him.
“Not technically, no. I wasn’t born there, and I didn’t live there until I was fourteen, but it’s the only place I’ve felt comfortable calling my first home.” He was quick at braiding, because right after he finished speaking he held out the end of a thin, long braid for you to hold as he continued his work. “I moved around a lot before I was adopted. I don’t think I ever spent more than a year in a single place.”
“That must have been terrible.”
Laurance shrugged, fingering through your hair as he separated another small section. “I got used to it. It never bothered me. Plus, all the ladies and old men at the orphanages weren’t very nice.”
You hummed in understanding, and after that the two of you fell into easy conversation.
You learned that he was Meteli’s former head guard and Phoenix Drop’s former second in command. You had asked what happened to make him former second in command, but he only brushed the question off by saying it was complicated. You didn’t question it further.
It took longer than you would have liked for Laurance to finish braiding your hair, but it was worth it in the end when he finally tied it off and you stood up, finding that he had somehow shortened the tremendous amount of length to fall just above your ankles. This way, it wouldn’t drag across the ground at all.
You smiled at him, tucking flyaways behind your ears and patting down the crown of your head.
“Thank you so much, Laurance. I’m sorry it took so long,” you said.
“It’s not a problem. I’d rather you be comfortable than having to carry it all day.” He returned your smile, standing beside you and gathering the dirty dishes from your breakfast. “We’ll get going, then. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
You nodded, stepping out of the room. You were sure Laurance needed to gather his things and make sure he had everything, so you went on without him and waited in one of the worn chairs. As you were waiting, an older woman with hair that was more gray than its original brown approached you. In her hands, she held a pair of black flats with straps crossed at the ankles.
“Are you the girl staying with the blue eyed gentleman?” she asked you. She was a rather short woman, hardly surpassing your height when you were sitting.
“I am, yes. Is there something wrong?”
The woman shook her head, quietly smacking her lips before talking. “No, no, dear. Nothing’s wrong. My husband just told me last night that he had inquired about shoes for a young lady with long hair. My husband asked me just this morning if we had any spare pairs, and I found these.”
She held out the black flats to you. They were old, the toes of them scuffed up and the ribbons around the ankles clearly hand sewn on. When you looked up at the woman, she nodded at you, urging you to take them.
“Are you sure?” you asked, fingertips brushing against the soles of the shoes. They were smoothed over, and the woman gently placed them in your hands.
“Yes, I’m sure,” she said. “They belonged to my daughter before she passed away, so I don’t have any need for them.”
Her voice had saddened and a glint of nostalgia sparkled in her eyes as she looked you over.
“I am sorry for your loss,” you said quietly, not knowing what else to say. She smiled.
“Thank you for your condolences.” The woman tilted her head forward before crossing her hands behind her back. “You remind me of her. You have the same curiosity.”
You returned her smile. “Thank you. And thank you so much for the shoes. This is such a kind gesture and they’re beautiful.”
“I’m glad to help where it’s needed. Now, you tell that husband of yours to take better care of you, dear. He won’t have a very happy life if he doesn’t.”
“Oh, he’s not-“ You had started to deny her statement, but she had already turned her back and began walking away. You watched her until she disappeared behind a door before softly exhaling. You looked down at the shoes again.
They weren’t the most suitable for walking, and upon further inspection they looked more like dancing shoes than anything. They were well loved and had obviously been used many times, but you didn’t mind. You knelt down and slipped them onto your feet.
They were a tad too big, but you tightened the ribbons around your ankles to keep them secure. It wasn’t long until Laurance joined you downstairs. He shot you a smile before dropping a handful of golden coins into the metal cup at the desk across the room.
When he beckoned you to follow him out, you did, quickly catching up now that you didn’t have to worry about anything cutting your feet or your hair catching on anything.
The day was warm. The pond outside the small in sparkled in the sunlight the same way Laurance’s eyes did. The sight was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
“This is a pretty pond,” you commented. Laurence’s steps slowed, and he looked out at the glassy body of water.
“It is,” he said. Then he smiled. “Have you heard the story of how Lady Irene made bodies of water?”
Your brows furrowed, and you turned your head toward him. “No, I don’t believe I have.”
“It’s a story from a book I used to carry around when I was younger. I never went anywhere without it.” Laurance began walking again, and you easily fell into step behind him.
“Long ago, back when Lady Irene was still a young goddess, the earth had not yet been blessed with marine life,” he began explaining. You smiled at the happy lilt of his voice. It was clear that he was quite fond of this story. “During her time, the world was just a lump of valleys and mountains, not a drop of water in sight. People hadn’t learned to need water to survive at that point. After the war against Shad—which you know about, yes?” He looked to you and you nodded. You were familiar with that story. “After the war against Shad, it’s said that Irene wept for years. She wept so much for the lost lives that she filled the valleys and craters in our world and brought new life.
“I love the way that book told the story. It made it seem like Irene’s grief is something we need, since humans can’t survive without water. It’s almost like . . . A reminder that we need to allow ourselves to feel. Call me crazy, but when I was little drinking water made me feel closer to Lady Irene.” Laurance breathed out a laugh.
You smiled at him. He obviously cared deeply about this, though you couldn’t tell if it was the old book he was fond of or the goddess herself.
You asked Laurance for more stories, and he told you. Every tale had you enamored with his story telling, and it seemed to make the time go by faster. You reached Scaleswind what felt like minutes later, and you were grappling with the fact that you couldn’t hear just one more story.
part two!! enough people liked this story so i decided to make it multiple parts! i hope you guys enjoyed and continue to wait patiently for the next chapter because that’s when y/n will meet everyone :)
also- i’ve decided the events of this fic happen almost immediately after season 2 episode 20, with a couple plot tweaks of course. but just to give a time frame idea that’s where we’re at right now
okay have a good day y’all <3
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but. what had happened. is that it was a one shot that i hadn’t intended to make a full series, so when i continued it i was just kind of going, but then i added a lot of plot stuff and i had to take a break to figure out what the hell i was doing
SO. i’m still working on it i promise. it’s on hiatus until further notice, but trust i am still thinking about it and i DO intend to finish it. i just haven’t really figured out a timeline or an end to it, or if i wanna leave like an open ended kind of thing…
IN SHORT: i have not completely dropped it yet. it’s just on hiatus and on the back burner a little bit
