Prime
All Characters are owned by Konami. I own nothing absolutely NOTHING at all and I do not hope to gain any profit from this. Set in an Alternate Universe…Sort of. Sol's name from here onwards will be referred to as "Sol".
Thoughts
"Speech"
Chapter 11: Misinterpretations of a Confused Heart I
He wondered for awhile. He wondered if this was the exact necklace he had given him or it was another necklace bought from the same stall, as a replacement. He certainly didn't want it to be the latter, ruining the novelty of the gift. The necklace meant a lot to him, despite the plain appearance and apparently shabbily finished leather used as the strap. As he held it up, the warm sun managed to directly pierce its rays through the translucent amber, bathing Sol's face in a contrasting orange to his ivory skin. He wondered when he will be back, so that he could smell his scent, gaze in his beauty and listen to the deep timbre that ever so silently giving him shivers.
Sometimes he hated Georg for going away at the most inappropriate time, running away just as Sol wanted a bit more time with him. It was almost as if Georg planned the whole thing just to entice Sol more to him. Sol was crazy about the older man and it shows more than he wanted to. He fell to his bed, cushioned by the enormous amount of fluff, ready to dream about Georg all over again.
It was pitch dark in his world as he floated around aimlessly. Just then, Sol heard some tremors in the far corners, the parts where his vision could not reach. He tried to swim to it, but the noise didn't seem to feel any closer. Almost like it had a life on its own, the noises gradually became louder and louder, even without Sol swimming towards it. Now it felt the source was getting closer to him. The noises were getting louder and louder until they became audibly noticeable as a person's voice. It was a man, a middle aged man and a very rowdy one at that. Just when he started to guess who the voice belonged to Sol woke up in a cold sweat.
The afternoon shade was still filling the room but now naturally it grew to a much deeper blend of dark purple and brown. It was definitely night time, despite Sol's current inability to tell the time. It seemed like he slept for a long time as his bones felt like lead and his head ache with the sign of ample rest.
He shifted his focus back again to the increasingly disturbing chatter of voices outside his room. One of them had a distinctive accent of someone who was clearly well brought up, yet had a certain tinge of pretense in his slurs. Sol easily identified with this voice.
Salum Barrows
There were two, perhaps three other voices mixed together with Salum's. One of them had a stern, soldier-like voice which held a certain sense of command for every word he spoke. Another was strangely the opposite, it sounded like a man who had little table manners and spoke very crudely. It seemed like there was one more voice in the background, though throughout the whole conversation Sol only managed to pick up a "yes" and sometimes a grunt of approval from this person.
As the footsteps became louder and louder, Sol felt an urge to find out their identities. He scrambled out of bed clumsily, trying to make as less noise as possible, creeping towards the door. He expected Lyon to be formally introduced to these characters and he didn't want to be left out. Sol held back the door knob close to the door and slowly turned the knob, carefully trying not to make the insides grind with noise, lest letting them know of his consciousness. Very cautiously, Sol opened the door very slightly, giving him just enough vision to view the incoming characters. To his surprise he found an eye looking straight back at him.
Jolted by shock, Sol jumped back which caused him lose his balance and knock him off his feet. The door creaked open, revealing an interesting cast of characters, one Sol had expected from the way he analyzed their voices.
"GYAHAHA! Well if it ain't the prince himself? Pleasure to meet ya!"
"You'll have to excuse him, young lord. I deeply apologize for interrupting your deep slumber but we have matters to discuss."
"It's…okay." Sol tried to hide his emotions given the fact that there were visitors and the situation he was in didn't give him much choice. He rose slowly from his awkward position and straightened his clothes as a form of regaining his stand as the person who was being intruded.
"I'd like to introduce these three…erm…fine mercenaries from the Lindwurm Brigade. This is the leader of the trio, Mueller."
"A pleasure, sir." The tall man snapped his feet together and gave Sol a very rigid salute, so rigid that it made Sol stand up straight with pressurizing tension.
"This is Wilhelm. He is the second-in-command." Salum did so much as an attempt to introduce him in one deep sigh for he seemed careless of the pink haired ruffian. Normally the rowdy type, Wilhelm suddenly quiet down as he slid his feet together and nodded with a nod, signifying mutual respect, as did the prince followed suit.
"And finally this boy here is Richard. Mueller…are you sure he's competent?"
"I assure you once again he is enough."
"H…Hi. Pleased to meet you." The young boy trembled as he stretched out his hand to shake Sol's. He slouched and alternated his eyes between the floor and Sol, trying as hard as possible not to make eye contact with the prince. His shoulders tensed up as the distance between the prince and his own hand narrowed. Just as their hands were about to make contact, Mueller yanked Richard's hand out of the way. Looking visibly shock and furious, his mouth gaped to unleash a fury of bellowing cries.
"That is no way to address the prince of Falena! Legs together! Hands at the side! And SALUTE!" Richard jumped at every command Mueller made as he obeyed them. Sol himself was forcefully snapped out of his dreamy state. Wilhelm on the other hand, couldn't help but stifle a laugh with a deep snort.
Having introduced all of them, Salum Barrows continued on to explain the reason of their visit. Apparently, these three were hired by Salum himself to help him defend against the Godwins, who should have credible information by now that the Barrows were sheltering the royal family. Though Salum looked unconvincingly pretentious on the outside, inside he knew how to defend and attack with adequate strategy, like a head of a noble family should.
"It's getting quite late now. Excuse me while I take my leave." The late night visit was taxing on the prince's energy. Throughout the introduction, Sol unconsciously switched off his brain and voided any thought as his mind slept while his eyes fixed vigilant to the four intruders. As they left, Sol gave out a sigh that almost sounded like a scream instead as he lazily closed the door and dragged himself back to bed. Though he could feel that it was still a young night, Sol's fatigue made the decisions for him.
As his eyes shut tight from the previous persistent attempt to keep it open, Sol had thoughts about Georg again though this time his fatigue once again called the shots and decided to shut off his mind altogether.
Tonight…I will dream.
The prince had always been a light sleeper. The slightest crash of a tiny teapot could abruptly wake him up, covered in cold sweat. Though it seemed nothing in the world could wake him up, Sol was rudely awakened by light thuds on the wall on the right side of the room much later in the night. The thuds were irregular; sometimes it will quickly pick up its pace and sometimes suddenly it will slow down drastically. Sol had enough. He didn't care what time it was and who or what was it that made the monotonous thudding that droned in his mind, he just wanted to get some well-deserved sleep. Carrying a lamp, Sol massaged the right side of his head as he paced hastily around the corner of the outer part of his room towards the stairs. The more steps he took, the angrier he felt and he was determined to give whoever it was a piece of his mind. As he turned round the corner, he opened his mouth, only to let his jaws drop in utter shock of the graphic imagery that was displayed before his now alarmed eyes.
"Wilhelm! What if somebody hears?"
"But you feel…so…good…"
Of all places!
"What…are you two doing??!!"
Wow it's been awhile since I updated this. I realized it has been 3 months, talk about a hiatus. XD I felt I owed it to my readers to finally continue it. Here's the latest chapter and I somehow managed to loosely link it to my other fanfic, Keep Tryin'. Hope you guys like it!
