DISCALIMER- I OWN NOTHING OF LACKEY'S OR THE MYSTERIOUS FIGURE. JUST THIS PLOT.
A/N This Fic contains SLASH! So don't tell me I didn't tell you so.
Gray-green eyes glimmered in the sunlight. He had golden brown skin and black hair; that was coarsely cut. This boy, a teenager actually, had a build that was muscular, like a thief's. Although the teen looked nothing at all like one at all. His clothing was… different. His shirt was made of pink silk, at least that was what it seemed to be at a glance. His trousers were black and seemed to be silk as well. White teeth flashed across his face when the teen smiled; the n he stepped towards him…
Skif jolted up from his sleep. His vision was fuzzy for a bit , he waited until his eyes readjusted. Everything was dark; the room was lit with only the pale moonlight. He sighed, he was lately getting this dream. It never made sense, and why would a boy wear pink?He shook his head, he always wakes up dizzy when that boy stepped towards him. Skif laid back down since the moon was still high and not yet quite dawn. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep once again.
The sun was high in the sky. The heat roasted the backs of the people Skif around him. He felt the heat as well. Why does this feel so real? Skif wondered.
In this 'dreamland' he walked about the weird, strange city. It was made entirely of stone. Everything was made of stone but the buildings were all covered with moss, ivy and vines. Strings of flowers dangled from windowsills. Skif was in awe. He scanned his surroundings and saw that the people were different too. They didn't fight at all and there was no Watch. They acted as if the were one big family.
There was a flash of green that went past his eyes. Startled Skif looked to see what the flash was. He saw… that boy! The one in his dreams all the time.
I'm not going to let you get away! Skif thought. The boy smiled as if he heard him and took off. Skif followed him. They ran and ran, the wind was rushing past them. Skif thought that he would never catch that boy. But then he stopped, not Skif but the boy. Skif stopped in his own tracks, the wind died down. It was deathly silent for awhile. The wind picked up again. Skif cocked an ear to the side as if he was listening to something, He heard the wind, whispering something Briar… Briar. Skif was puzzled, the boy, Briar? Ran towards him. He wanted to move but his legs were frozen in place. Briar and him where only an inch apart…
Skif's eyes flew open. His lips met and locked with somebody's else. He saw black hair and gray-green eyes. The stranger broke away, Skif saw Briar. He was in shock, all Skif saw was the young man in front of him that wore his pink shirt half opened to show a muscular chest. He was handsome.
Briar smiled "I was looking for you."
Skif grinned " I know."
He grabbed Briar and kissed him deeply.