Drabble and Drawing : OMG_Maou - First Contact - Aki/Edwyn - PG
Title: First Contact
Fandom: omg_maou
Pairing Aki(maou_cupid)/Edwyn(sage_edwyn)
Summary: Every story has a beginning.
Edwyn von Richter was sulking. His father, Lord Jaegaer von Richter, would have described it as 'pouting' but noble-born men who had reached the grand old age of six could sulk. So clearly, he was doing that and with more than due cause!
His father had given each of his sons a new sword that morning, before they left for the von Spitzberg family estates and Edwyn was still sulking over the fact that the smith had only had enough gold to decorate the hilts of Lamar and Rolf - his elder brothers - 's swords. Certainly, his father had promised to get him something golden to make up for it, but with the war, gold was precious and it could be years before they got more.
Life wasn't fair!
He was wandering around the echoing corridors, having declined Uncle Derick's invitation to join them in sword-practice. Supposedly, Uncle Derick had a son too, but Lamar had been coming here since he was a baby and he had never seen him. Edwyn had heard his parents talking about it though. Words like "deviant" and "miscreation".
He was exploring, wondering what this mysterious 'clo-is-ter-ed' son was like when he heard the voice. A boy's voice talking to someone called 'Geert' Curious, he sneaked around a corner and stopped dead in his tracks. The room beyond was bare, except for a worn divan and a young boy of about the same age as himself. The boy was playing with a red stuffed dragon. A ray of late afternoon sun turned blond hair to gold and he was laughing.
Edwyn stepped forward, mesmerized by the cascade of gold and the boy spun to face him. Pretty violet eyes and he darted forward to fling his arms around the boy's neck.
He had found his gold.
Fandom: omg_maou
Pairing Aki(maou_cupid)/Edwyn(sage_edwyn)
Summary: Every story has a beginning.
Edwyn von Richter was sulking. His father, Lord Jaegaer von Richter, would have described it as 'pouting' but noble-born men who had reached the grand old age of six could sulk. So clearly, he was doing that and with more than due cause!
His father had given each of his sons a new sword that morning, before they left for the von Spitzberg family estates and Edwyn was still sulking over the fact that the smith had only had enough gold to decorate the hilts of Lamar and Rolf - his elder brothers - 's swords. Certainly, his father had promised to get him something golden to make up for it, but with the war, gold was precious and it could be years before they got more.
Life wasn't fair!
He was wandering around the echoing corridors, having declined Uncle Derick's invitation to join them in sword-practice. Supposedly, Uncle Derick had a son too, but Lamar had been coming here since he was a baby and he had never seen him. Edwyn had heard his parents talking about it though. Words like "deviant" and "miscreation".
He was exploring, wondering what this mysterious 'clo-is-ter-ed' son was like when he heard the voice. A boy's voice talking to someone called 'Geert' Curious, he sneaked around a corner and stopped dead in his tracks. The room beyond was bare, except for a worn divan and a young boy of about the same age as himself. The boy was playing with a red stuffed dragon. A ray of late afternoon sun turned blond hair to gold and he was laughing.
Edwyn stepped forward, mesmerized by the cascade of gold and the boy spun to face him. Pretty violet eyes and he darted forward to fling his arms around the boy's neck.
He had found his gold.