*Disclaimer: Flynn is not my character.
Full credit goes to Disney for Eugene/Flynn 8'D
also, mild mxm, don't read if you're homophobic.
I was ten the first time I met him. I was sitting at the water edge and staring down at my reflection. From afar I could hear a commotion, the sound of the hooves on the cement, and the voice of the young captain of the royal guards barking commands at his soldiers. I was too busy staring down at myself to pay any mind. With all the robberies and other crimes about the town, nobody paid much attention anymore, as long as nothing happened to them.
Besides, it was one of those sunny days. A day where nothing bad would happen, simply because it couldn't happen. Nobody was ever hurt in broad daylight. I was unconcerned.
When a voice came from behind me, I was surprised. Maybe even enough to jump. "Hey, you. Mind if I sit with you for a bit?" Came a silky voice. I looked up to find what looked like a shadow of a person, who must have been taller than me. He wore a shirt too large, and puffy enough to suggest he might have muscles, but wore something I could only have described as an undersized vest to contradict that. He was too skinny to be strong, I thought, and his pants were puffy and short too, so he was still a kid. Most importantly, he seemed to come from a wealthy home. The sun's glare shadowed his face, and as he plopped down beside me- without so much as waiting for a response, mind you- I turned back to the water.
"What're you crying about?" The mysterious boy asked.
Ashamed to be caught, I swiped at my eyes. "I'm not crying."
"What are you doing then?" I didn't have a reply. "That's what I thought." The male reached into the sactchel at his side and pulled a loaf of bread, which he ripped in two. He seemed to consider the pieces for a moment, maybe comparing sizes, then handed half to me. Dumbfounded, I accepted. "Melon bread. Best in town." He explained through a mouthful. "Though, it tastes better without salt."
The two of us sat in silence for awhile, chewing the fresh loaf of bread. I'd never tasted anything so sweet, nothing that wasn't made of pure sugar. When there was nothing more to eat, we remained silent for some time. He was the first to speak. "You're from the orphanage, aren't you?"
I nodded. "Lots of kids there, huh? But it must get lonely anyways. I bet other locals are tough on you too. Is that what you're crying about?"
Somehow, he knew exactly what I was upset about, but I still shook my head in denial. "You suck at lying, kid. Even without lying. what's your name?"
"Eugene."
"Honest, too." He laughed, as if to mock me. "Now, don't pout like that."
"I'm not pouting." I argued.
"You suck at lying." He replied. We sat for another few minutes, then he stood. "Well, I should get going." Only then did I look up at him again, with only a second to study his features. Dark hair in a bow, yellow eyes.
No, they were more the colour of gold. Golden eyes, as if he'd captured the sun itself. Almost in a trance, I watched as he walked, and after gathering my wits about me, stood. I ran without getting any closer to him. "Wait! What's your name?" I called.
The boy with the eyes of gold glanced over his shoulder at me, and flashed a knowledgeable grin. "Eli!" He called back. Then he disappeared.
