Broken Lines (3/?)
Title: Broken Lines
Genre: Adventure, Fantasy, Humor
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13, AU
Summary: Alfred yearned on seeing his long-lost brother and sets on a quest. Along the way, he met Arthur, a runaway groom.
First Chapter | Previous Chapter
"I'm sorry sir, but we ran out of rooms." The innkeeper apologized. Alfred furrowed his brows while Arthur muttered 'thanks' as he ushered
his friend out of the inn.
Earlier that afternoon, Alfred dyed his hair black in order for the people to not notice him, removed his glasses. Arthur, on the other hand, tried his hair in reddish-brown, hoping the citizens of Spades won't know him. But alas, the blasted eyebrows of his cannot be hidden.
As they started wandering through Leverru, the older noble sighed. "Well, we can really never use force on them, knowing this month is where tourism blooms in this kingdom." He said, admiring the stars shining ever so brightly tonight while walking side by side with Alfred.
Alfred blinked as a thought crossed his mind. "What kind of powers do you have?"
That seemed to be very irrelevant, Arthur thought, to which he unconsciously uttered aloud. "I'm yet to discover it, but it has something to do with necromancy. It may be cool and all, but my mother warned me to not overuse it. I don't know why, though." He replied as he decided to tag along with this conversation. It's better to have this small noise created than none, right? "How about your powers? Is it something unique?"
The raven-haired prince hesitated for a while. His were very childish, so juvenile, and so…girly. "I feel like not telling you about it."
"Oh,come on, you stupid git!" The shorter man grimaced, folding his arms to his chest. "I already told you mine. And since you're the one who started this, I guess it's best for you to just answer my question, don't you think?"
Alfred sighed in defeat, his eyes fixated on the ground. "W-well, all I know is that I could talk to animals." He mumbled. But when the unexpected silence came, the prince hoisted a brow. "Aren't you gonna make fun of me or something?"
Arthur shook his head no. "Why would I do such preposterous thing? Every one of us nobles has our own unique powers." He said, a small
smile tugging his lips. "And besides, I quite like it." Well, in actuality, he's pretty desirous with it, but there's no way he'd say it out loud. With a fake cough, Arthur fixed the wrinkles of his suit.
"I'd like to see your powers. That is if you don't mind, of course."
Arthur didn't know the reason why he could trust the prince easily and went on with a chant under his breath. And within few seconds, a ball of fire emanated from his delicate palm. "I-it's not like I'm doing it for your own entertainment. Well that, and also it's starting to black out and we still haven't find a damn inn."
But Alfred was still in a state of awe as a wave of nostalgia hit him. When he was young, his brother would show him the same trick Arthur was using. "You remind me of someone important."
"That's nice to hear." Arthur uttered as he closed his hand, causing the fire to vanish with a puff smoke. "Perhaps it's your brother, I dare say?"
The younger man nodded. "You look like him, too!"
"I think not." He said. "It maybe just sheer coincidence that I share the same powers and features with your brother. And for all I know, I have 3 annoying brother who won't stop pestering me." Arthur added. "May I know the name of your dearest sibling?"
"Henry." Alfred immediately replied.
"Then, shall we find Henry?"
"Oh, thank God!" Alfred pumped his fist in the air, earning a worried gaze from the innkeeper. It happened that this was the last inn at the town of Leverru. Fortunately, a couple checked out. But the unfortunate thing was the obvious: they had to share a room. While on their way to their room, Arthur kept on swaying until he lost consciousness. This happened to freak Alfred out and called for help as he carried the
surprisingly light body. But since it's already midnight, everybody was fast asleep -and seemingly didn't hear his plea. Either that or they
planned on not to heed.
Finally reaching the designated room, Alfred dropped him on the queen-sized four-poster bed.
"Damn you, old man, making me worry." He cursed as he tried to shake some sense to Arthur…literally. It failed, obviously. So now, what was he supposed to do?
Sitting on a wooden chair nearby, Alfred started thinking of possible ways on how to wake him up. It did involve calling his animal friends as option one. And for the second option, pour a bucket of water. He then decided to go with option two and went out of the room as fast as possible.
This idea was made when he was forced to watch a boring play together with his mother and hundreds of royal spectators. It was when a woman fainted since everybody's in a state of panic and the main character grabbed a bucket of cold water and poured it to her. That seemed to work for Alfred's case.
But the act of being a hero was awarded with a kick on his 'precious family jewels' and a warning from the innkeeper for being too loud late at night. Another 'punishment' was that Alfred was kicked out of the bed, along with the duvet. In other words, he'll sleep on the floor with a wet cover.
He made a mental note to never aggravate the man ever again.
The sunrise in the kingdom would never fail to fascinate a person, if one would watch it. But after the sunrise, the heat would always be a
hindrance, and that's what Arthur hated about Spades. The rays of the sun hit his face squarely until he was forced to open his eyes. With a
long yawn, he gave the sleeping figure a glare before standing up and kicking the poor slumbering prince on the floor. Currently, Arthur was
wearing one of Alfred's clothes. But considering his size, the top hung on one shoulder and he can't do anything but to pull it up.
"Wake up, you stupid git." He said, until those gentle kicks turned more violent it hurt. Alfred jolted and rubbed his sore hips, a scowl
appearing to his face.
"What the hell was that for, old man?"
Arthur rolled his eyes whilst having his arms folded to his chest. "Since you've drenched my only clothes with water, we have to go back to my house and get some clothes. That is, if you want me to follow you with your search for your brother, Henry."
Alfred groaned as he stood up and stretched, though his eyes failed averting its gaze from Arthur's body. Pale and petite, his figure is fitted for a young girl, not an old man. His shirt was like a dress for the latter. It reached on Arthur's thighs, revealing more of his legs. Ugh, stop it.
"What will I do?"
"By this time, almost all of the people in the manor are busy. Mum will be at her office, signing papers. My brothers will be either in training or lurking somewhere in Leverru. The guards, on the other hand, are on some sort of duty." He explicated, heaving a sigh. "I want to take
advantage of it, so I want you to be a lookout while I get clothes. If they got suspicious, just tell them you're lost and you can't find your
way back to Castiliogni."
"Would you think it'll work?"
The older noble had a smug smirk plastered on his face. And with an affirmative nod, he said, "Considering that Castiliogni is only a few
kilometres away from Leverru, then yes."
Alfred thought of it for a while before giving his thumbs up and flashed a smile. "You can count on me, Artie!"
"Bollocks," Arthur cursed as he increased his speed. "I can't count on you, you damn prat!"
Well, it really went according to plan. Arthur went inside the manor without a hassle and got inside his chamber without anyone noticing. Outside, Alfred did what he was told, to ask directions for the neighbouring town. Unfortunately, upon seeing that it's a success, he made a run towards Arthur. The knights, of course, thought of it as extremely apprehensive, either that or he was scheming something…which were all true, by the way.
As they hid behind the tree (always the tree), the guards lost track and went back to their station.
"Well, that was close," Alfred panted but chuckled. It's quite awkward for him to be excited after all the running. "It's cool, don't you-," And as he glanced at the older noble, he gulped when Arthur set up the most ferocious glare he could muster. "-think?"
Unable to contain his temper, Arthur grabbed him by the shoulder and slammed him down the dirt. "You know what's cool? We have to leave the kingdom you're about to rule." He retorted, his grip tightening. "If we don't have this ongoing cat-and-mouse chase, I don't have to hide."
To be exact, the thing that worried Arthur was that pictures of him around the kingdom would be spread with a large wanted on top of it. And if he won't migrate, then it'll be over.
"But my brother-,"
"I don't give a damn about Henry. If you want to stay here, then do it. I won't force you to go with me, anyway." And with that, he left with his
bag of clothes.
Alfred was a bit hurt, both physically and emotionally. He gave it time to ponder about Arthur's statement. A decade was already allotted for them, but no clues where sighted. So maybe, Henry was not in Spades. And that gave Alfred the decision.
Genre: Adventure, Fantasy, Humor
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13, AU
Summary: Alfred yearned on seeing his long-lost brother and sets on a quest. Along the way, he met Arthur, a runaway groom.
First Chapter | Previous Chapter
"I'm sorry sir, but we ran out of rooms." The innkeeper apologized. Alfred furrowed his brows while Arthur muttered 'thanks' as he ushered
his friend out of the inn.
Earlier that afternoon, Alfred dyed his hair black in order for the people to not notice him, removed his glasses. Arthur, on the other hand, tried his hair in reddish-brown, hoping the citizens of Spades won't know him. But alas, the blasted eyebrows of his cannot be hidden.
As they started wandering through Leverru, the older noble sighed. "Well, we can really never use force on them, knowing this month is where tourism blooms in this kingdom." He said, admiring the stars shining ever so brightly tonight while walking side by side with Alfred.
Alfred blinked as a thought crossed his mind. "What kind of powers do you have?"
That seemed to be very irrelevant, Arthur thought, to which he unconsciously uttered aloud. "I'm yet to discover it, but it has something to do with necromancy. It may be cool and all, but my mother warned me to not overuse it. I don't know why, though." He replied as he decided to tag along with this conversation. It's better to have this small noise created than none, right? "How about your powers? Is it something unique?"
The raven-haired prince hesitated for a while. His were very childish, so juvenile, and so…girly. "I feel like not telling you about it."
"Oh,come on, you stupid git!" The shorter man grimaced, folding his arms to his chest. "I already told you mine. And since you're the one who started this, I guess it's best for you to just answer my question, don't you think?"
Alfred sighed in defeat, his eyes fixated on the ground. "W-well, all I know is that I could talk to animals." He mumbled. But when the unexpected silence came, the prince hoisted a brow. "Aren't you gonna make fun of me or something?"
Arthur shook his head no. "Why would I do such preposterous thing? Every one of us nobles has our own unique powers." He said, a small
smile tugging his lips. "And besides, I quite like it." Well, in actuality, he's pretty desirous with it, but there's no way he'd say it out loud. With a fake cough, Arthur fixed the wrinkles of his suit.
"I'd like to see your powers. That is if you don't mind, of course."
Arthur didn't know the reason why he could trust the prince easily and went on with a chant under his breath. And within few seconds, a ball of fire emanated from his delicate palm. "I-it's not like I'm doing it for your own entertainment. Well that, and also it's starting to black out and we still haven't find a damn inn."
But Alfred was still in a state of awe as a wave of nostalgia hit him. When he was young, his brother would show him the same trick Arthur was using. "You remind me of someone important."
"That's nice to hear." Arthur uttered as he closed his hand, causing the fire to vanish with a puff smoke. "Perhaps it's your brother, I dare say?"
The younger man nodded. "You look like him, too!"
"I think not." He said. "It maybe just sheer coincidence that I share the same powers and features with your brother. And for all I know, I have 3 annoying brother who won't stop pestering me." Arthur added. "May I know the name of your dearest sibling?"
"Henry." Alfred immediately replied.
"Then, shall we find Henry?"
"Oh, thank God!" Alfred pumped his fist in the air, earning a worried gaze from the innkeeper. It happened that this was the last inn at the town of Leverru. Fortunately, a couple checked out. But the unfortunate thing was the obvious: they had to share a room. While on their way to their room, Arthur kept on swaying until he lost consciousness. This happened to freak Alfred out and called for help as he carried the
surprisingly light body. But since it's already midnight, everybody was fast asleep -and seemingly didn't hear his plea. Either that or they
planned on not to heed.
Finally reaching the designated room, Alfred dropped him on the queen-sized four-poster bed.
"Damn you, old man, making me worry." He cursed as he tried to shake some sense to Arthur…literally. It failed, obviously. So now, what was he supposed to do?
Sitting on a wooden chair nearby, Alfred started thinking of possible ways on how to wake him up. It did involve calling his animal friends as option one. And for the second option, pour a bucket of water. He then decided to go with option two and went out of the room as fast as possible.
This idea was made when he was forced to watch a boring play together with his mother and hundreds of royal spectators. It was when a woman fainted since everybody's in a state of panic and the main character grabbed a bucket of cold water and poured it to her. That seemed to work for Alfred's case.
But the act of being a hero was awarded with a kick on his 'precious family jewels' and a warning from the innkeeper for being too loud late at night. Another 'punishment' was that Alfred was kicked out of the bed, along with the duvet. In other words, he'll sleep on the floor with a wet cover.
He made a mental note to never aggravate the man ever again.
The sunrise in the kingdom would never fail to fascinate a person, if one would watch it. But after the sunrise, the heat would always be a
hindrance, and that's what Arthur hated about Spades. The rays of the sun hit his face squarely until he was forced to open his eyes. With a
long yawn, he gave the sleeping figure a glare before standing up and kicking the poor slumbering prince on the floor. Currently, Arthur was
wearing one of Alfred's clothes. But considering his size, the top hung on one shoulder and he can't do anything but to pull it up.
"Wake up, you stupid git." He said, until those gentle kicks turned more violent it hurt. Alfred jolted and rubbed his sore hips, a scowl
appearing to his face.
"What the hell was that for, old man?"
Arthur rolled his eyes whilst having his arms folded to his chest. "Since you've drenched my only clothes with water, we have to go back to my house and get some clothes. That is, if you want me to follow you with your search for your brother, Henry."
Alfred groaned as he stood up and stretched, though his eyes failed averting its gaze from Arthur's body. Pale and petite, his figure is fitted for a young girl, not an old man. His shirt was like a dress for the latter. It reached on Arthur's thighs, revealing more of his legs. Ugh, stop it.
"What will I do?"
"By this time, almost all of the people in the manor are busy. Mum will be at her office, signing papers. My brothers will be either in training or lurking somewhere in Leverru. The guards, on the other hand, are on some sort of duty." He explicated, heaving a sigh. "I want to take
advantage of it, so I want you to be a lookout while I get clothes. If they got suspicious, just tell them you're lost and you can't find your
way back to Castiliogni."
"Would you think it'll work?"
The older noble had a smug smirk plastered on his face. And with an affirmative nod, he said, "Considering that Castiliogni is only a few
kilometres away from Leverru, then yes."
Alfred thought of it for a while before giving his thumbs up and flashed a smile. "You can count on me, Artie!"
"Bollocks," Arthur cursed as he increased his speed. "I can't count on you, you damn prat!"
Well, it really went according to plan. Arthur went inside the manor without a hassle and got inside his chamber without anyone noticing. Outside, Alfred did what he was told, to ask directions for the neighbouring town. Unfortunately, upon seeing that it's a success, he made a run towards Arthur. The knights, of course, thought of it as extremely apprehensive, either that or he was scheming something…which were all true, by the way.
As they hid behind the tree (always the tree), the guards lost track and went back to their station.
"Well, that was close," Alfred panted but chuckled. It's quite awkward for him to be excited after all the running. "It's cool, don't you-," And as he glanced at the older noble, he gulped when Arthur set up the most ferocious glare he could muster. "-think?"
Unable to contain his temper, Arthur grabbed him by the shoulder and slammed him down the dirt. "You know what's cool? We have to leave the kingdom you're about to rule." He retorted, his grip tightening. "If we don't have this ongoing cat-and-mouse chase, I don't have to hide."
To be exact, the thing that worried Arthur was that pictures of him around the kingdom would be spread with a large wanted on top of it. And if he won't migrate, then it'll be over.
"But my brother-,"
"I don't give a damn about Henry. If you want to stay here, then do it. I won't force you to go with me, anyway." And with that, he left with his
bag of clothes.
Alfred was a bit hurt, both physically and emotionally. He gave it time to ponder about Arthur's statement. A decade was already allotted for them, but no clues where sighted. So maybe, Henry was not in Spades. And that gave Alfred the decision.