Disclaimer: I do not own King Arthur or anything to do with it. I do, however, own the OC and the plot.
Plot: TristanxOC. As the Sarmatian knights take a rest after long months out in the wilderness, they come across a surprise in the woods. Ratings may change.
Walking through the streets, trying to get away from Vanora's tavern and the shocked silence of the knights. He walks past a house, and the little girl from before runs out to him. She pushes her little legs to catch up to him, and holds another apple out to him. Tristan spins around and grabs at the girls arms. He pulls her up off the ground until she is at his eyes level, and he shakes her; causing her to drop the apple.
"Stop following me, child! There is nothing about me that you should feel comfortable around!" He shakes her once more, earning a small whimper to come from her mouth, "I kill people. I've killed children. Why do you follow me?" He yells at her, then drops her to the ground and takes off, the girl's cries bellowing out into the rising sun.
He continues to walk, rage bubbling in him, ready to explode and take ahold of the closest person to him. People clear the streets to avoid him, his towering rage causing immense fear to fill the people of the town. He storms through the streets, very aware of how much he is wanting to kill someone, when he feel a cool hand grasp his. Whipping around, one hand on the pummel of his sword, he comes face to face with Ghost. When she notices him relax slightly, she pulls him in the direction of a small house. They walk through the doors, the owner of the house ducking out in fear of the livid knight. As the door closes, Ghost lets go of his hand and reaches upwards, placing her hands on the back of his neck and pulling him into an embrace. Tristan tries to pull away from her, but Ghosts' hold on him tightens.
His breathing coming faster, Tristan hold back tears that threaten to spill over. Ghost strokes his hair, shushing him and whispering to him the way she does to his horse. She comforts him the way he had seen mothers comfort their children; the way he had never been comforted himself. His mother would never look at him, never hold him. Always had he thought that was the way it was supposed to be; but now, standing here, he realises that he was wrong. This is the way it should have been. He should have been held; he should have been loved. Tearing away from her, he growls deep in his throat. His eyes dry up right away, and he raises his hand to strike Ghost once more. Stopping mid-strike, he notices that Ghost does not flinch, does not move; she just watches him calmly, with her pale eyes. She reaches forwards and takes his arm, slowly causing him to drop his arm.
"My father told me to comfort as many people as I can, no matter how bad they are." Ghost whispers to him, "He told me this because there was much that I would never know. But he also told me that someday, I would understand."
Tristan meets her cool gaze, his fingers brushing subconsciously against hers. He takes a deep breath, thinking about what she had told him. And then, just a moment later, his gaze falls to the ground.
"Someday never comes for you, then."he breathes, afraid to speak any louder. Ghost smiles a wan smile, and her soft hands find their way to his face. She makes him look at her, and that is when he realises that she is closer to him than he thought, which unnerves him. She leans forwards, eyes never leaving his. Her lips brush against his lightly, hardly touching at all. Tristan's throat contracts, as he realises what she is doing. Pushing her away, Tristan moves backwards, nearly tripping over a dining room chair. He then rushes out of the house, running towards the stables. Before the stable hand can say a thing, Tristan mounts his horse and kicks at its flanks, causing it to rear and then break into a gallop through the city streets. He flies through the streets, and out of the gates, into the woods beyond. He hopes that he can find the Woad army, hoping that he will not have to go back.
Not to that town; not to that woman. She is going to kill him, that woman. She will kill the last of his soul.
And trap his heart with it.
Review, please! What do you think? I love the last lineā¦but that's just me! ;)
~ xoxo, Ryuu
