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Of Love and Shadow
1:Enconter
The bark of the old aspen tree rubbed through the thin cloth of Wyndyer’s woven tunic. As always, the silver haired man ignored his discomfort and continued to rest against the tree. God I’m bored, He thought, turning his sapphire eyes towards the heavens. Myra please, give me something, hell anything. Just send me something that will make my life more interesting than this. Wynn doubted that the goddess of fortune heard his prayers and even if she did hear me I doubt she would listen. However, Myra was listening and had been. Wynn’s life was about to change in ways he had never considered (and probably never wanted to.)
Nobleman Derek Ra Feyre sat in a high backed chair surrounded by merchants clambering about tax raises and the like. It was Derek’s job to listen to these hard working men and women and try to make their lives better. In truth, the young raven haired nobleman was their in body but not in mind. He absolutely loathed this task and was doing everything in his power to zone everyone and everything out. Kasha noticed her brother’s hazy stare and elbowed him hard in the ribs.
“Hey, scatterbrain!” She hissed, being quiet so that only he could hear.
“Hn?” Derek turned towards his older sister. “What?”
“Go ahead and leave.” She passed him a black cloak under the table. “Take the back way out and no one will notice.”
“Thanks Kasha.” Quietly he left the room. I’ll have to pay her back for that. He pulled on the cloak and pulled up the hood so that no one could see his face. He turned down the lane when suddenly someone collided with him. Wynn yelped and jumped backward and tried to run around the man obstructing his path. “Hey, hold on.” Derek closed his hand around Wynn’s left arm.
“Let Go!”
“Who are you running from?”
“Who says I running?”
The raven haired man raised an eyebrow. “Then what are you doing on a night like this?”
Wynn growled in frustration “Okay, I’m running from the watch, you happy?”
“What have you done?”
“Cant pay the rent…” Wynn muttered.
“OH?”
“I don’t have the god damned money to stay here alright! And quiet frankly, I don’t want to…”
Derek surveyed the boy in front of him. He appeared to be only 16. Who could have cast this one out? I wouldn’t have dreamed- He stopped in mid thought, his mind made up. Kasha gonna hate me. “You want to leave? Well, I could take you with me, but the price-”
“I don’t care about a price! I’ll do whatever, just get me out of here!”
A smirk found it’s way onto Derek’s lips. “As you wish…” The nobleman yanked Wynn toward him and vanished into a shimmering haze.