Post by Will on Jun 21, 2011 12:50:37 GMT
Will glared at the Belle "Who holds the gun will have very little influence, enough people saw me walk in here with it tucked into my belt." he shook his head "you won't get to be a martyr this time
They headed out into the street, Belle telling him how Jaymz had gotten on a horse and it had bolted and how she had been grabbed for trying to follow on a horse. With no option now but to follow on foot they headed out the gates. Will found the tracks of the stressed and charging horse and they followed it towards the distant tree line. They stumbled over the dried out creek that the horse had jumped, a rock slicing Will's hand as he grabbed it. He winced but kept moving, following Belle up the other embankment and searching for the tracks again.
When they reached the treeline the tracks became a trampled mess, they pushed through the brush, breaking of fbranches that hung in their path. Spotting a smear on a large branch just above Will's head, a red smear, Belle set off faster, calling out to Jaymz. Will followed her a short distance into the forest, stopping every few steps to listen for a noise he kept hearing, almost like little voices.
Unable to see the source of the noises, he rushed to catch up with Belle who spotted something, grabbing him and dragging him to Jaymz who lay on the ground. As Belle stood over him asking him if he was ok, Will squatted down, eyeing the ropes that tied his king down.
"Blasted fae" he shook his head looking around for something to cut the ropes with.
He found a rock, smeared with blood but was half way through cutting the ropes on one side when he heard Jaymz answer "who?"
Will's head jerked up, staring at Jaymz in bewilderment.
"Umm Jaymz, King Jaymz, King of Wester" his frown furrowed deeper and he hacked quicker at the ropes.
When the ropes were free he crouched down on the other side of Jaymz, he took in that his eyes were not overly dilated and he seemed to be breathing a little fast but it wasn't laboured.
"Jaymz" he spoke softly "Its me Will, do you remember me?"
He put a hand on the king's shoulder "Why don't we see if you can sit up? slowly now, don't rush and if you feel dizzy just lay back down"
He took Jaymz's hand and helped him to a sitting position, rushing around to crouch behind him and support his back, his hands on the king's ribs on either side, gently holding him in place. His thumbs made small circles as he braced Jaymz, as though soothing an upset horse or rubbing away a small ache. He could smell the King's hair, it had been washed fresh that day, the scent of sandlewood fragrantly rising from his head, the scent that Will could smell in his dreams, the scent that always seemed to speed his heart in anticipation.
Will closed his eyes and quickly prayed that Jaymz would be alright, that his memory would return quickly. He bent his head and gently kissed Jaymz's head, as he lifted his lips away he saw the gash on his scalp. The blood was already congealing, not overly deep but long and jaggered from the rock.
"We need to get help" he said to Belle "Which one of us is going back to the keep to get a carriage brought out here?" he took a deep breath "You are now wanted as a horse theif and me as murderer"
He took a deep breath "I guess I will go, but give me the gun. I will get a carriage out here by force if needed and I am already doomed for the gallows after killing the guard like that so I have nothing to loose killing a few more to get Jaymz the help he needs." he took a deep breath, his voice becoming shaky "Besides, he needs you, the country needs you, everyone needs Jaymz to produce an heir" he swallowed fighting back the tears that threatened to spill out "Especially now".
He glared at Belle, daring her to argue with him. He closed his eyes, drinking in Jaymz's scent for what could be the very last time. He lent down and whispered into Jaymz's ear "I love you, always have."
He stood, taking control and almost forcibly shoving Belle in his place. He took off at a jog, just before he was out of sight he turned back and looked at the man he loved more than anything, the two friends he had had for the longest time.
"Watch out for the Fae folk" he called back to her "And look after him"
He ran as fast as he could back the way they had come.
They headed out into the street, Belle telling him how Jaymz had gotten on a horse and it had bolted and how she had been grabbed for trying to follow on a horse. With no option now but to follow on foot they headed out the gates. Will found the tracks of the stressed and charging horse and they followed it towards the distant tree line. They stumbled over the dried out creek that the horse had jumped, a rock slicing Will's hand as he grabbed it. He winced but kept moving, following Belle up the other embankment and searching for the tracks again.
When they reached the treeline the tracks became a trampled mess, they pushed through the brush, breaking of fbranches that hung in their path. Spotting a smear on a large branch just above Will's head, a red smear, Belle set off faster, calling out to Jaymz. Will followed her a short distance into the forest, stopping every few steps to listen for a noise he kept hearing, almost like little voices.
Unable to see the source of the noises, he rushed to catch up with Belle who spotted something, grabbing him and dragging him to Jaymz who lay on the ground. As Belle stood over him asking him if he was ok, Will squatted down, eyeing the ropes that tied his king down.
"Blasted fae" he shook his head looking around for something to cut the ropes with.
He found a rock, smeared with blood but was half way through cutting the ropes on one side when he heard Jaymz answer "who?"
Will's head jerked up, staring at Jaymz in bewilderment.
"Umm Jaymz, King Jaymz, King of Wester" his frown furrowed deeper and he hacked quicker at the ropes.
When the ropes were free he crouched down on the other side of Jaymz, he took in that his eyes were not overly dilated and he seemed to be breathing a little fast but it wasn't laboured.
"Jaymz" he spoke softly "Its me Will, do you remember me?"
He put a hand on the king's shoulder "Why don't we see if you can sit up? slowly now, don't rush and if you feel dizzy just lay back down"
He took Jaymz's hand and helped him to a sitting position, rushing around to crouch behind him and support his back, his hands on the king's ribs on either side, gently holding him in place. His thumbs made small circles as he braced Jaymz, as though soothing an upset horse or rubbing away a small ache. He could smell the King's hair, it had been washed fresh that day, the scent of sandlewood fragrantly rising from his head, the scent that Will could smell in his dreams, the scent that always seemed to speed his heart in anticipation.
Will closed his eyes and quickly prayed that Jaymz would be alright, that his memory would return quickly. He bent his head and gently kissed Jaymz's head, as he lifted his lips away he saw the gash on his scalp. The blood was already congealing, not overly deep but long and jaggered from the rock.
"We need to get help" he said to Belle "Which one of us is going back to the keep to get a carriage brought out here?" he took a deep breath "You are now wanted as a horse theif and me as murderer"
He took a deep breath "I guess I will go, but give me the gun. I will get a carriage out here by force if needed and I am already doomed for the gallows after killing the guard like that so I have nothing to loose killing a few more to get Jaymz the help he needs." he took a deep breath, his voice becoming shaky "Besides, he needs you, the country needs you, everyone needs Jaymz to produce an heir" he swallowed fighting back the tears that threatened to spill out "Especially now".
He glared at Belle, daring her to argue with him. He closed his eyes, drinking in Jaymz's scent for what could be the very last time. He lent down and whispered into Jaymz's ear "I love you, always have."
He stood, taking control and almost forcibly shoving Belle in his place. He took off at a jog, just before he was out of sight he turned back and looked at the man he loved more than anything, the two friends he had had for the longest time.
"Watch out for the Fae folk" he called back to her "And look after him"
He ran as fast as he could back the way they had come.