Tim woke up in the morning to his brother and Nectar talking eagerly. Tim wasn't sure what they were talking about, but it didn't matter to him. His mind was still swirling with thoughts of the war and Dallas. He sighed as he gently rubbed his face with a grunt. He circled his neck and rolled his shoulders before forcing himself out of bed. He popped his knuckles as he walked to his dresser and grabbed some clothes. He went to change in a bathroom and stepped out.
He stepped outside into the main chamber where Dallas was sitting with his young fairies surrounding him. Tim smiled a bit at the sight and approached him.
"Morning." He said, walking behind Dallas.
"Morning," Dallas replied, turning to face him. The fairies giggled and fluttered away. Dallas watched them leave before returning to face Tim.
"I think I will train with you one on one," Dallas said, looking at him. "That good with you?"
Tim gave a nod and sat by him. "Aside from that, what's the plan for today?"
"I have some work to get done, and then we depart for Azer since that is the base of operations for this," Dallas said, looking at Tim with a small smile.
Tim nodded once more and gave a small smile. "So, when do you want to do our training?"
"Tonight," Dallas said. "You should pack up with your brother, we have a long journey ahead."
"Oh and Dal...where did you learn to fight?" Tim asked.
"You learn a lot in 1,700 years," Dallas said.
Tim had a feeling there was more but didn't pry. It wasn't his business, and he had pried enough into the fairy's life. "Will I get to stay after the war?"
Dallas pursed his lips. "I don't know yet." he lied, knowing Tim would stay. After all, the tapestry said they were going to be together, which meant Tim would stay. He did not divulge that information to the human, unsure how he would react.
Tim nodded and gave a smile before returning to his and Curly's room.
"Pack up kiddo," he said, looking at his brother.
"Why?" Curly asked.
"We got a journey to make," Tim said.
About two hours later, they were ready to go, and Tim felt an odd sense of glee as Curley got to have the shitty flight experience of being held upside down while he got to be on Dally's back.
"I knew I was your favorite!" he called out.
Dallas chuckled. If only he knew how right he was. He moved the thought aside as he saw the elven brothers waiting for them, along with armies from the other species. He landed, setting Curly down.
"That was horrible!" Curly yelled, looking a little green.
Ponyboy chuckled and Curly grinned. "Well, hello beautiful~" He purred to Pony.
Ponyboy blushed, unsure what to say. He wasn't sure what to say, he had never been flirted with before.
"Curly..." Tim sighed scoldingly. "Forgive my brother, he's a little flirty."
Pony tore his eyes away from Curly. "Er... it's fine." Pony stammered, flustered.
Curly grinned. "Dal, can I have a day off to play with this new friend of mine?" He asked with a cute pout, circling his arm around Pony's waist, who only got more red in the face.
"Cur-" Tim began
"Sure. Only if you keep his face that red." Dallas smirked.
"Oh, I can do that." Curly grinned, pinching Pony in the butt, making the elf yelp a bit.
"Guys, help." He whined to his brothers, who were enjoying it far too much to help.
"No." Soda grinned.
"Enjoy your playtime." Dallas grinned, walking off with the elder brothers.
Tim turned to Pony. "You can shove him off if he gets too touchy. He knows when to stop." He said.
Pony gave a quick nod, watching as Tim followed the others.
Tim followed the brothers through town. They showed off all the little districts they had set up for all the armies that seemed fairly jovial for now, although Tim knew that likely wouldn't last forever. He admired the town, of what he had seen, the elves had by far the most beautiful architecture.
He didn't listen much to the politics, enjoying the quietness. The calm before the storm. He hoped the war would be over soon and they would be victorious and Illusia could live without the threat of tyrant. He also hoped Dallas could permanently remove his father's shadow from the land of the Dark Elves.
"Well, you guys make yourselves comfortable," Darry said, looking at them. "The king wants to strike in one month."
Dallas nodded and looked at Tim. "I'm going to take a nap and then we will train." He said as he walked to one of the makeshift beds that were under the canopy provided.
Tim nodded a bit and smiled at him. "Sleep well," he said.
About 3 hours later Dallas woke up. Curly and Pony had not yet returned, but Tim knew they were fine. He hoped so anyway.
Dallas stretched as he rose. "You ready?" he asked, looking at Tim.
Tim nodded and grabbed his sword. Dallas grabbed one as well and lead him to an empty clearing.
"Show me your basics," Dallas said. He watched Tim like a parent watching a child use power tools for the same time.
Tim got into position and looked at Dallas who came from behind and gently maneuvered Tim into the proper stance, his hands lingering on his hips for a while before pulling away.
"Good," Dallas said. "Now, close your eyes and imagine your blade as an extension of your arm and extend it forward quickly. This is called a jab. This is one of your fastest attacks, but it tires you faster." Dallas said.
Tim closed his eyes and extended his right arm forward.
"Again," Dallas said.
Tim did so again.
"Good," Dallas said. "Now, a slice. Simply move your arm from one side or another, this can be quick or slow. Make sure to keep a good hold on your blade."
Tim took a few slices with his blade.
"Good. You're such a fast learner." Dallas said.
Tim smiled at him.
Dallas went to his front and smirked at him. "Okay, now, hold your sword in front of yourself and block me," Dallas said, bringing his sword down. Tim naturally raised his blade and felt a jolt through his body as he felt the swords collide.
"You'll get used to the jolt," Dallas said. "Again."
Dally struck again and Tim raised his sword and centered himself, making the jolt not as bad.
"There you go," Dallas said, continuing to strike, and every time Tim managed to block it. He didn't notice but eventually, he was pinned against a tree. He felt a heat rush through him as he gazed into Dallas's blue eyes. His heart was racing, although he wasn't sure if it was from the exercise or Dallas.
Dallas stared at Tim and then to his lips and leaned in.
Tim slightly parted his lips and drew closer...
"Hey! Guys! Guess who has a hot date!" Curly's voice echoed through the hills.
"Not me." Tim thought sourly but stepped away.
He and Dallas set their swords aside and went to greet Curly. Tim felt a cold jolt in the pit of his stomach.
