A/N: Why did I write this short chapter? Hahaha I don't know. I think I felt like writing a different side to Sol after the last rp, and I haven't ever written much about his past either. So I randomly decided to write this.
Standing up and getting dressed again, Sol picked up his shirt, slipping it over his head. He noticed Clae watching, so he slipped it on slower to give him a better view, carefully pulling it over his wings.
"Must you always be in such a rush?" Clae sighed, a playful glint in his different coloured eyes. "Immortality is a long time, you know."
"I want to be ready for my shift," Sol said, glancing back at him, his own copper-flecked hazel eyes meeting Clae's, as he reattached the elaborate scabbard with his sword to his side. Sol was a Seelie Knight, and he relished the title, although he found the strict rules on the guarding times stifling. The shift times were strict, and he could not start earlier or later, even if he'd prefer to work for longer hours, rather than have too much time on his hands.
Clae of course, didn't bother to put his shirt on, sitting up and lounging languidly against the cave wall. He was certainly nice to look at – they were both pure and neither would settle for anything less. In fact, they were both rather proud and stubborn, so they did clash at times. But anything they did was casual – not many faeries bothered developing closer bonds of the heart. Many were too fickle, after all. Clae himself certainly spent a lot of time in the company of others, whether it be drinking and dancing at the parties, or doing other things.
An arrow pendant necklace glistened around Clae's neck, and Sol's gaze was drawn to it for a moment. "How dedicated you are," Clae remarked, amusement in his tone. "I find my times much more flexible."
Snorting, Sol looked away, glancing at Clae's bow and arrow. While he suspected he was an alright fighter, Sol didn't doubt he'd beat him if they ever fought. His job involved more fighting, after all. Clae on the other hand, was a Seelie Court member, often doing errands for those higher up, and the Queen. Likely Clae thought he was higher because he was tasked with such things, but to Sol, he was still merely following other's orders. Sol found he had a hunger for more responsibility. He wanted to be the one making the decisions.
"I want to do more," he remarked, leaning against the cave wall as he crossed his arms. "I want to have a say in how things are run here."
"You have plenty of respect as a Seelie Knight," Clae said, with an expansive hand sweep. "And duties to fulfil. Are you not satisfied?"
"Is anyone ever truly satisfied?" he replied, dismissing his words, and not saying anything further on the matter. He didn't trust Clae to keep his mouth shut to his friends. However, he couldn't help but think that they had been assigned roles, and they would never change. It was a bit like trying to climb up a ladder, and fighting hard for a place, only to find there was nothing at the top.
He smoothed a hand through his brown hair, before adjusting the feather which was wound through it. Standing up, Clae walked over to him, reaching out a hand and brushing his fingers across Sol's cheek. "Are you sure you must go yet, pretty one?"
Moving his head to the side slightly, Sol bit his fingers, not too hard, but hard enough to make Clae pull his hand away quickly, wrinkling his nose. "Ah~… You're a wild thing sometimes. Are you sure you're a Seelie?"
"Very funny," Sol smirked, as he started away to attend to his duties, although the words stuck with him.
Was the Seelie really the best place for him? Or was there perhaps something more?
Maybe there was a ladder somewhere that he could climb and find the place that he wanted waiting at the top.