The Price Paid (2)
Title: The Price Paid (2/?)
Series: Tales of Vesperia
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don’t own Tales of Vesperia. I do own any and all OCs, as well as plot.
Warnings: Boy love, language, violence, post-game
Characters: Yuri, Flynn, entire Vesperia cast?
Pairings: Yuri x Flynn, I dunno about others.
Summary: When they were young teens, Yuri had contracted a life-threatening disease. To save him, Flynn made a deal with the fae, but there was a price. If he could not win Yuri’s heart by midnight on his 23rd birthday, Flynn would be taken to the faerie realm.
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Yuri’s brain was blank as he continued to stare at the spot where Flynn had stood. If he didn’t know better, he would have said it was like his best friend had never existed, but…but he did know better. His thoughts kept jumping from one thing to another: where was Flynn? Had he meant what he said? Was this why Flynn had acted so strangely earlier? What happened to him?
He gritted his teeth in frustration, his fists clenching. Eventually the dark-haired man climbed down the tree, though his questions continued circling his thoughts. Upon reaching the ground, he heard a couple voices in the distance. Frowning, Yuri walked in the direction of those voices, picking up his pace when he recognized them as Karol’s and Estelle’s.
“Oh, Yuri!” Estelle exclaimed when they finally crossed paths. She smiled at him, but Yuri couldn’t return it. “Have you seen Flynn? Ioder wanted…to…”
She trailed off as she finally got a good look at him, frowning at whatever she saw. He just glanced away, uncertain of what to tell her. Karol looked back and forth between the two in worry, before finally settling on the dark-haired swordsman.
“Did something happen, Yuri?” The boy’s question was innocent, and his tone concerned. With a sigh, the swordsman told them what had happened, though he left out the kiss and confession. He still needed to process that. The two listened to him carefully, and were silent when he finished. Yuri wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t believe him.
“I think we should ask the others. Maybe one of them knows something.” Estelle suggested, surprising the two. Karol looked up at Yuri, who shrugged back.
“What have we got to lose?” the swordsman asked before the three walked back to the palace.
~*~*~*
Flynn glanced around the room warily. Window-paned French doors were off to his side, leading out to a huge balcony. There was a bed a few feet away from those doors large enough to hold two. There were deep blue satin curtains pulled back with a silver rope encircling it, and it was covered in sapphire blue sheets and pillows. The wardrobe was pure mahagony with a soaring phoenix inlaid on the doors. The nightstand and the bed frame were both made of the same dark wood. Sunlight filtered into the room, warming the cream-colored marble.
Despite the lavish décor, he felt uncomfortable and trapped. He knew he was in the faerie realm, but where?
The door opened, and an elf gracefully walked in. Her skin was like moonlight, her eyes the gilded and burning silver of stars, and her flowing hair was the color of the night sky. The robes she wore were midnight blue, silver delicately woven into the hem, sleeves, and collar. Around her neck was a silver band, a white opal crescent dangling from the middle. Flynn stood straight, and bowed in respect to her. She returned the gesture, most likely out of politeness only. Her angular face remained blank.
“Congratulations, Flynn Scifo, for you have the honor of being one of the candidates to become the King’s bride.”
~*~*~*
Yuri, his friends, and Ioder gathered in Flynn’s quarters to discuss what happened. He told them the exact same story he told Estelle and Karol. Rita was stumped, and clearly bothered by that fact. Raven shrugged, unable to help in this regard. Judith, however, had a thoughtful expression. She tapped her chin and hummed a little.
“That sounds awfully familiar. Perhaps we should go to Myorzo. There might be something about Flynn’s disappearance there,” the Krityan shrugged calmly. Yuri nodded, as did the others. So the Krityan Library was their best shot at finding out something regarding this entire mess. Ioder sighed a little, grabbing their attention.
“Well, while you are searching for him, I will need to put someone in as a temporary Commandant,” he paused to collect his thoughts, “Also…Estellise, I have a feeling that it would be best if you went with them. I can handle things here.”
The Emperor smiled kindly at the pink-haired woman, who gleefully hugged him in gratitude. Yuri nodded his thanks, certain that they would need her healing Artes.
“We’ll leave first thing in the morning, so get ready,” Yuri told his friends before leaving. He had some thinking to do.
~*~*~*
The next morning, the group boarded the ship attached to Ba’ul in silence. Judy, Rita, and Estelle were talking to each other in low whispers. Raven and Karol were somewhere on board. Repede was with Yuri at the front of the ship, watching the horizon. His animal friend yawned, and curled up to take a nap. But frankly, the swordsman wasn’t paying attention. Yuri was so focused on his thoughts that he didn’t notice their arrival until Ba’ul landed. Casually, he followed his friends off of the ship, trying not to show what he was feeling.
The city hadn’t changed a bit, and Yuri doubted it ever would. With only a small fragment of hope spurring them on, the group entered the city, heading toward the Elder’s home. If anyone in Myorzo could help them, it would be the Elder. Judy knocked once, and opened the door for them. Inside, the old Krityan waited patiently. He smiled kindly at the group.
“Elder, we need your help.” Judy explained the situation as best as she could, not leaving anything Yuri had said out. The Elder listened attentively, breaking his silence only to clarify certain details with the dark-haired swordsman. He hummed in thought.
“I suggest looking through all the books that catalog the creatures of Terca Lumireis.” The Krityan gave them all a significant, though disturbed, look, “You may find something important there.”
How bad could it be? Yuri wondered as they thanked the Elder, leaving the building to head to the library.
~*~*~*
Flynn followed behind the elf, dread weighing down his heart. A candidate for the Faerie King’s bride…it was an idea he abhorred with an intensity that it caught him by surprise. He glanced around at the marble corridor, huge windows displaying the rolling, emerald hills that lay just outside the kingdom. For all the faerie realm’s natural beauty, Flynn longed for his home in Zaphias all the same.
The two stopped at a pair of grand, ebony doors. The designs on them constantly shifted form. Once, it depicted some mermaids playing in a lagoon, only to change to faerie girls dancing with the flowers. It was beautiful and mesmerizing. Flynn tore his eyes away from the scene, unwilling to lose his mind due to enchanted carvings. He heard the doors creak open, and reluctantly followed his guide into the audience chamber.
Waiting inside were 11 women, all dressed in simple, white dresses, and a man upon a throne. His hair was as gold as the summer sun, and his almond-shaped eyes were the color of obsidian. The man’s robes were elegant and heavy, and Flynn wouldn’t have been surprised if they were made of velvet. Dyed a deep red with golden floral designs woven gracefully along the collar, edges, and middle, the clothing was a work of art. His boots seemed to be made of deerskin, and had winding tooled around the tops. The delicate butterfly wings sprouting from his back shimmered, and glowed with colors reminiscent of a sunset. The King stood, gesturing for the elf to leave the room. She bowed, and obliged, leaving Flynn and the other women alone with the imposing being.
“Now that the twelfth candidate has arrived, let the judging begin,” the faerie announced, his voice like honey and silk. Flynn felt shivers run down his spine.
He had a horrible feeling that things had taken a drastic turn for the worst.
Series: Tales of Vesperia
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don’t own Tales of Vesperia. I do own any and all OCs, as well as plot.
Warnings: Boy love, language, violence, post-game
Characters: Yuri, Flynn, entire Vesperia cast?
Pairings: Yuri x Flynn, I dunno about others.
Summary: When they were young teens, Yuri had contracted a life-threatening disease. To save him, Flynn made a deal with the fae, but there was a price. If he could not win Yuri’s heart by midnight on his 23rd birthday, Flynn would be taken to the faerie realm.
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~*~*~*
Yuri’s brain was blank as he continued to stare at the spot where Flynn had stood. If he didn’t know better, he would have said it was like his best friend had never existed, but…but he did know better. His thoughts kept jumping from one thing to another: where was Flynn? Had he meant what he said? Was this why Flynn had acted so strangely earlier? What happened to him?
He gritted his teeth in frustration, his fists clenching. Eventually the dark-haired man climbed down the tree, though his questions continued circling his thoughts. Upon reaching the ground, he heard a couple voices in the distance. Frowning, Yuri walked in the direction of those voices, picking up his pace when he recognized them as Karol’s and Estelle’s.
“Oh, Yuri!” Estelle exclaimed when they finally crossed paths. She smiled at him, but Yuri couldn’t return it. “Have you seen Flynn? Ioder wanted…to…”
She trailed off as she finally got a good look at him, frowning at whatever she saw. He just glanced away, uncertain of what to tell her. Karol looked back and forth between the two in worry, before finally settling on the dark-haired swordsman.
“Did something happen, Yuri?” The boy’s question was innocent, and his tone concerned. With a sigh, the swordsman told them what had happened, though he left out the kiss and confession. He still needed to process that. The two listened to him carefully, and were silent when he finished. Yuri wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t believe him.
“I think we should ask the others. Maybe one of them knows something.” Estelle suggested, surprising the two. Karol looked up at Yuri, who shrugged back.
“What have we got to lose?” the swordsman asked before the three walked back to the palace.
~*~*~*
Flynn glanced around the room warily. Window-paned French doors were off to his side, leading out to a huge balcony. There was a bed a few feet away from those doors large enough to hold two. There were deep blue satin curtains pulled back with a silver rope encircling it, and it was covered in sapphire blue sheets and pillows. The wardrobe was pure mahagony with a soaring phoenix inlaid on the doors. The nightstand and the bed frame were both made of the same dark wood. Sunlight filtered into the room, warming the cream-colored marble.
Despite the lavish décor, he felt uncomfortable and trapped. He knew he was in the faerie realm, but where?
The door opened, and an elf gracefully walked in. Her skin was like moonlight, her eyes the gilded and burning silver of stars, and her flowing hair was the color of the night sky. The robes she wore were midnight blue, silver delicately woven into the hem, sleeves, and collar. Around her neck was a silver band, a white opal crescent dangling from the middle. Flynn stood straight, and bowed in respect to her. She returned the gesture, most likely out of politeness only. Her angular face remained blank.
“Congratulations, Flynn Scifo, for you have the honor of being one of the candidates to become the King’s bride.”
~*~*~*
Yuri, his friends, and Ioder gathered in Flynn’s quarters to discuss what happened. He told them the exact same story he told Estelle and Karol. Rita was stumped, and clearly bothered by that fact. Raven shrugged, unable to help in this regard. Judith, however, had a thoughtful expression. She tapped her chin and hummed a little.
“That sounds awfully familiar. Perhaps we should go to Myorzo. There might be something about Flynn’s disappearance there,” the Krityan shrugged calmly. Yuri nodded, as did the others. So the Krityan Library was their best shot at finding out something regarding this entire mess. Ioder sighed a little, grabbing their attention.
“Well, while you are searching for him, I will need to put someone in as a temporary Commandant,” he paused to collect his thoughts, “Also…Estellise, I have a feeling that it would be best if you went with them. I can handle things here.”
The Emperor smiled kindly at the pink-haired woman, who gleefully hugged him in gratitude. Yuri nodded his thanks, certain that they would need her healing Artes.
“We’ll leave first thing in the morning, so get ready,” Yuri told his friends before leaving. He had some thinking to do.
~*~*~*
The next morning, the group boarded the ship attached to Ba’ul in silence. Judy, Rita, and Estelle were talking to each other in low whispers. Raven and Karol were somewhere on board. Repede was with Yuri at the front of the ship, watching the horizon. His animal friend yawned, and curled up to take a nap. But frankly, the swordsman wasn’t paying attention. Yuri was so focused on his thoughts that he didn’t notice their arrival until Ba’ul landed. Casually, he followed his friends off of the ship, trying not to show what he was feeling.
The city hadn’t changed a bit, and Yuri doubted it ever would. With only a small fragment of hope spurring them on, the group entered the city, heading toward the Elder’s home. If anyone in Myorzo could help them, it would be the Elder. Judy knocked once, and opened the door for them. Inside, the old Krityan waited patiently. He smiled kindly at the group.
“Elder, we need your help.” Judy explained the situation as best as she could, not leaving anything Yuri had said out. The Elder listened attentively, breaking his silence only to clarify certain details with the dark-haired swordsman. He hummed in thought.
“I suggest looking through all the books that catalog the creatures of Terca Lumireis.” The Krityan gave them all a significant, though disturbed, look, “You may find something important there.”
How bad could it be? Yuri wondered as they thanked the Elder, leaving the building to head to the library.
~*~*~*
Flynn followed behind the elf, dread weighing down his heart. A candidate for the Faerie King’s bride…it was an idea he abhorred with an intensity that it caught him by surprise. He glanced around at the marble corridor, huge windows displaying the rolling, emerald hills that lay just outside the kingdom. For all the faerie realm’s natural beauty, Flynn longed for his home in Zaphias all the same.
The two stopped at a pair of grand, ebony doors. The designs on them constantly shifted form. Once, it depicted some mermaids playing in a lagoon, only to change to faerie girls dancing with the flowers. It was beautiful and mesmerizing. Flynn tore his eyes away from the scene, unwilling to lose his mind due to enchanted carvings. He heard the doors creak open, and reluctantly followed his guide into the audience chamber.
Waiting inside were 11 women, all dressed in simple, white dresses, and a man upon a throne. His hair was as gold as the summer sun, and his almond-shaped eyes were the color of obsidian. The man’s robes were elegant and heavy, and Flynn wouldn’t have been surprised if they were made of velvet. Dyed a deep red with golden floral designs woven gracefully along the collar, edges, and middle, the clothing was a work of art. His boots seemed to be made of deerskin, and had winding tooled around the tops. The delicate butterfly wings sprouting from his back shimmered, and glowed with colors reminiscent of a sunset. The King stood, gesturing for the elf to leave the room. She bowed, and obliged, leaving Flynn and the other women alone with the imposing being.
“Now that the twelfth candidate has arrived, let the judging begin,” the faerie announced, his voice like honey and silk. Flynn felt shivers run down his spine.
He had a horrible feeling that things had taken a drastic turn for the worst.