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“Do tell me how you thought this was going to end dear boy.”
Ezreal isn’t a stupid person per say. In fact, you could say he’s smarter than most. He can be a little silly at times for sure, but stupid isn’t an adjective you could really describe him as.
Standing in front of the faerie queen, his back was to a whirling pool of azure that he fears he knows too little about.
Words seemed to burn off his tongue every time he attempted to speak, as he, is not stupid. Choosing his response carefully here was imperative.
“If you’re asking for what I had envisioned before your arrival, then that would have been seeing myself walking out of the winter court with little worry on my temple, thinking about the wonderous information the keeper of the seelie heart tree had lent to me.” A lick of his lips parted his words, as he felt them running too dry too fast. “Is there truly an issue with a simple summer court lord being curious about his world?” he finished, his face portraying a look of arrogance that didn’t truly meet his eyes.
“No.” the woman said, softly stepping towards the faerie before her. The sounds of leaves crunching beneath her feet sounded across the clearing as if she had been stomping. The grace and elegance in her walk portraying her, the wind touching her gown and delicately allowing it to grace in the wind. “Not at all, of course there is no issue.” She stopped her step, eyes meeting the green gaze of the boy ahead of her. “But I wonder, what it is you’re looking to find out?” she smiled slowly, ice behind her eyes.
Again, the pink haired boy was exceedingly bright, so reading such an expression was easy business, he knew what she was asking.
And she knew that he knew.
Did they need to bounce back and forth like this?
“What do I find curious I do wonder...” Ezreal then put his hand up to his chin tapping it. “You know what, so why bother tiptoeing here my Queen?” was his simple response.
“Forgive me, lord of the summer court, you will not find you answers here - believe me. In fact, you may find what you’re looking for, way past the veil of liquid that sits just centimetres from you.” Karma spoke so softly, was there malice there?
As Ezreal was not stupid, he could tell he was, in some way, being threatened.
The pink haired boy was one swift push from being parted from this world and well, lord knows where he was to be taken at that point. He’d rather not know.
“Our old queen sits here. Behind me and in the depths of a world we know nothing about. Is that what you’re telling me?” Ezreal then put his hands on his hips, scoffing slightly.
“You’re here to find answers for your friend; I know that, but tell me why are you stood alone here with me? As she hides away nowhere to be seen?” the Queen asked.
The question threw him of a little, but as mentioned before. Ezreal is not stupid and falling for such words attempting to insert disloyalty between his friends was not going to work on him.
“You know how she died do you not? This roundabout way of telling me is jumping up the suspicion meter not going to lie like – hmm very menacing.” Ezreal’s words started losing the edge he was going for originally, which was perhaps not his smartest decision.
“You’re asking me if I am responsible?”
“I am simply alluding to how suspicious you are acting and well personally from the weeklong of research your innocence is not faring too well from what I’ve gathered” Ezreal spat, perhaps the slow smart conversation was starting to grate on him. Yet letting that lack of patience get the better of him may not be the smartest play.
“Yes, I know what happened to her.” Karma then stated simply. Which took the lord back slightly. He wasn’t really excepting her to all up and out herself, but her words don’t incriminate her too much just yet, so he had to keep pressing when she was done talking. “But tell me, what sits behind you does it not instil any kind of fear? You may be able to fight but what lays on the other side I think you will not be able to hold against.” The woman stated simply.
“None at all.” If Ezreal’s lack of stupidity was countered by anything, it was arrogance.
“How interesting.” Was all she gave in response.
“Well? Are you going to fess up or arrest me? Knowing what I do; the cracks will show. I feel you cannot turn here Queen Karma.” Ezreal maybe too aggressively spoke.
“You must learn patience dear boy; I do hope you can find it when you make it through.”
“Through wha-?” before the rest of the words could fall out his mouth, the quickest and swiftest touch of soft fingers pressed against his chest and with what will have been all the woman’s strength, the queen shoved Ezreal so quickly, he had little to no time to react before he felt his entire body engulfed in the flowering water that bides behind him.
Now no longer behind him, but all around him. The last thing he could take in, was a blurred mirage of the pink haired woman above him, smiling kindly and walking away.
His vision faltered, as the pressure of the water continued pulling him down - as if he was connected to one thousand pounds of metal. He sunk.
And sunk.
Perhaps not learning patience wasn’t the smartest decision.
In fact, one may say it was very, very stupid of him.
~
Ezreal wasn’t too familiar with the feeling of falling; he was a faerie after all.
Flight was natural to him, perhaps when he was a babe before his wings could lift him from the ground was the only time he had been flightless, but he really couldn’t compare much to what his body felt like in that moment.
No; Ezreal’s fall felt like it was in slow motion, he was being pulled under water over and over until he felt like his breath may never make its way back to him. Yet he wasn’t suffocating, he felt more at ease than he ever has before. He was sitting between realities, between a state of wake and sleep. Between night and day. Between summer and winter.
As he fell the course of the last week slowly began to blur together, his mind attempted to put it all into one.
The week had begun with him innocently woken up to Lux shaking him awake from his stupor, hunched over a desk covered in different books and papers. She had scolded him like she always does. Things like “it’s so bad for your back to sleep like that!” or “you’re going to be late if you keep staying up reading every night!” spewed at him.
It was all similar of a similar when Lux’s rants at him. he knows it’s because she cares about him, yet that knowledge won’t lead him to listen to her.
After ranting off like she does, Lux had informed him that they were beginning the week of the summer festival, summer had begun in the human world, so they had their work cut out for them, and Ezreal’s help was desperately needed. He would have to find another week to spend in the library, he had thought.
Though how the summer festival had slipped his mind was beyond reasoning.
She let him know the preparations were to be over seen by the Queen Karma herself so, the quality of their work had to be of the highest, after all, who wouldn’t want to please the queen!
He thinks that thought was a little silly now.
Ezreal had whined a bit before fully getting himself up to committing to Lux’s side, and the two of them had begun their work.
The festival had nothing of note in the fae’s mind, he was quite bored of it in a few days passing. That was until he was met with an unexpected visitor. The ambassador of the spring court had sought Ezreal out specifically, and you know, as the faerie drifts between his wake in the shifting of worlds he thinks maybe he could have read more into why she wanted him specifically to help her but, Ezreal is quite a kind boy when he wants to be – he wasn’t about to raise suspicion and took on the woman’s favours at face value.
Maybe the boy can be a little naïve.
She had told him among the courts there was words about him, she didn’t relay if the comments were negative or not, just that he was very widely known as, to put in her words, ‘quite the smartass’, he knew mostly everything about everything and that when it came to any history regarding the winged reign, he was the person to ask about it.
Ezreal remembered not taking the name ‘smartass’ to heart, well he was wasn’t he?
The boy supposes he was just used to such comments, so what’s one person confirming that everyone in the kingdom said the same thing about him? Barely news.
Fiora has explained that her mother’s death raised an untimely number of questions and wondered if he had read into anything about it, he thinks he had said a snarky response along the line of “why do you think that would be in ancient history books?”
The woman had only scoffed and told him she has a favour she’d like to ask him, and that she was sure he’d find it interesting and worth his while.
She was right, Ezreal was truly captivated when Fiora had brought up she believed the queen was responsible when regarding their old queen.
Oh yes - that had sparked interest quickly, Ezreal barely got out that he would help her, before he flew right past the woman and right back to his beloved library.
Ezreal thinks, he could’ve maybe thought through the favour a little more.
Days had passed with his nose pressed within books once again leading to nothing of interest, he had been flaking out on his responsibility to help with summer, leading himself to even more scolding from seraphine and lux.
“Gods - the bags under your eyes are unreal ez! Come here and let me clean your face up. You need to look presentable when the Queen arrives” seraphine had said to him, worry deep in her brow.
He had laughed her off and thanked the girl for her help but did little to remove his face from the pages before him.
More days passed and he finally concluded perhaps he could use a second opinion. He wasn’t one for asking people for help particularly so, he took himself to his dear friend Soraka, the courts royal herbalist.
She had ushered him to not keep poking his nose in such an issue, but no matter how calmly she tried to reason with him Ezreal was too dead set.
The woman had sighed and told him he could perhaps visit the seelie heart tree, and the woman that tends to it.
Ezreal had hugged the poor woman so tightly she almost popped; a smile hung heavy on her face.
He didn’t see her as he flew away, though he thinks he knew the woman was sighing.
The trip to the winter court was the longest, a day had passed during his journey. The carriage adorned with flowers only working round during the daylight hours.
Ezreal had forgotten how cold this court was, even though as a summer fae his body heat was pretty much unable to feel the cold. He had still felt a shiver run up his spine upon setting his bare feet onto the snowy land.
Layers of white stretched across his vison as he flew toward the sacred tree. This court sat below a large underpass of trees; most leaves weltered away. Ponds upon ponds covered in ice as far as the eye could see.
What a difference of landscape to what he was used to.
Ezreal didn’t really like snow, the feeling of its coolness against his toes always rubbed him wrong. Any cold, benumbing type thing was his worst fear. To be cold was so comparatively different to his entire being he couldn’t help but despise it.
And yet he pressed on toward the seelie tree.
Entering was much less a pain than he had thought, the entrance was tucked far away into the lower roots of the tree quite easy to miss though.
He flew right through with no care in the world, his vision being filled with such a whimsical setting. The tree was adorned with books, towering through the inside was a tall staircase. Which Ezreal did not use, he flew above every step because why bother walking up the steps when he didn’t need to? Ezreal wasn’t much of a walker.
He found himself reaching the upper most floor and was met with a woman or well a deer... a deer with the head and upper body of a woman.
She looked up at him from the endless piles of scrolls filling her arms, a couple fell to the ground in the fright of seeing him in front of her. He had quickly apologised for startling her and picked them up for her.
In her moment of silence, Ezreal filled it with explaining why he was there.
He tried to tread lightly and had told her he wanted to know if she had ever seen anything suspicious regarding the queen within the dreams of the seelie tree. The girl, bless her, looking to the left swiftly said “No! not at all!!” Giving away her obvious lie.
Ezreal shook his head and said he was merely helping a friend with grief of losing her mother, he used as much show and charm he could muster to get the woman to assist him. And while it didn’t seem like it was irresistible, (no man is nearly as good looking as him in the whole winged court, Ezreal was thinking) charm was what made her decide to help him, she gave in anyways.
She explained that she saw within the tree that the Queen’s death had something that corelated with the world pool that lay a few feet from the seelie tree itself.
The comment confused Ezreal so the woman, her name being Lilia, described what she meant.
There were four pools across the winged reign, one in each court but none other than the one in the winter court had opened. And by that she said the pool, had its own gravitational pull when too close, one would get sucked in it and should theoretically take you to the human world.
This had Ezreal positively amazed. A portal? A portal straight to the human world? How exciting that sounded. He was so giddy he almost left mid conversation to find it.
The woman managed to calm him slightly after telling him just how unsafe and terrifying the world that lies beneath the winter court was. She said she knew little about it, but she did know that effected fae’s magically abilities greatly.
Ezreal had looked up to her, a hand to his chin, wondering just how that was possible. Did the portal take away the magical ability of fae? He had asked.
She shook her head no, in fact what directly affected their magic use was being seen by a human.
She explained that fae are still the small size they usually are when they go through, the same size as a butterfly to a human, but if they were to meet the gaze of human, both beings locking eyes all the fae’s magical capabilities would be blocked and they would size up to that of a human.
She had no idea why that occurred but that it would be stupid and dangerous to even manage that, considering having a human meet the two eyes of a tiny little fae would have meant the fae was sitting directly in front of their face. Which sounded quite easy to avoid. Yep easy.
Ezreal laughed about that and said it would be a very stupid mistake to make, he asked her if she knew about any fae that had fallen into the pool, and Lila said she simply did not know, the information was small and she knew only the little she did, it could have a factor in the queens death but she just didn’t know much more.
Ezreal told her that she gave him more than enough information and smiled brightly, his curiosity souring so high he flew straight to the pond behind the seelie tree.
He did not know the whole time he was there; he had been tailed by Karma and her royal court. Sadly, his little information search had slipped past someone’s lips.
When he was met with the beauty of the whirlpools clearing, he was in awe.
The clearing was small and hidden beneath two towering trees so the sunlight could not find it, yet that meant nothing when the water itself glowed and shimmered with its own light. It was enticing, had nothing else gone down maybe Ezreal would have been pulled into it by his own thoughts.
Sadly, as he walked closer, he heard a few footsteps catching up to him from the behind.
And Ezreal remembers that for the first time, he felt an actual sense of consequences to his actions. He turned to see the faerie Queen approaching him. Well, he knew he had lost already.
~
The next moment that Ezreal felt his consciousness come back, he was being flung into the air. Body emerging from a large pond. He felt wetness spreading across him and the feeling of fresh air overtaking his senses.
Before he could open his eyes, his body was not so quick to set into gear, and he went flying back down from the pond and landed on the liquid with the smallest little splash.
When Ezreal truly clocked back in, he opened his eyes and swam to the top of the pool. Once his head popped out, he quickly took in his surroundings.
All his mind could fathom was the buzzing pain of how he felt truly freezing, the water was ice cold complimenting the white look to the clearing this pond sat in.
There was a set few pairs of rocks lying beside the pond, nothing too great as the pool itself was only small. When he looked up, all the pink haired boy could see was a charmingly dark night sky.
I’ve never seen the moon shine so brightly…
Ezreal thought as he peered up. Ezreal hasn’t really seen the moon much at all, the days last so long in the summer court that the boy was barely familiar with it. The clearing was hidden behind layers of trees that, despite the winter like nature of the surrounding area, were fully bloomed with darkening verdant leaves decorated in a light, white powder.
Ezreal, who was still drenched from falling into (or should one say it’s more like falling out of?) the pond. Finally in his little summer court life experienced shivering from the cold. Once fully dipped into water whilst also being besieged by frosty air, one would naturally experience such a thing. The fact it effected even the summer fae, meant his magic was already quite a bit at bay here.
He also looked like a little wet puppy with his long pink bangs stuck to his face, he could barely see without constantly pulling it back, only for it fall into his eyes once again.
Gods - where is Seraphine with a hair tie when you need her?
Well, she’s sat tight in your home world, unlike you, Ezreal, did you forget that?
No, I didn’t - thanks for the reminder, brain Ezreal.
Ezreal frowned; he felt a little insane having a bit of a conversation with his mind just then. He then wondered if his minds voice was a different person just judging his every action. What a bizarre situation it would be to have someone else sitting in your mind huh? Ezreal didn’t really let that random thought blossom into anything more.
So, the little fae climbed up onto a small lily pad that rest softly above the water, dried his wings with a few bats in the air and lifted himself up.
Now; logic would point the faerie to stay put and hope with a few moons he could figure out some kind of way to get through the gateway once again, but Ezreal, being ezreal decided if he was fated to be thrown through a portal inside a pond into a world inhabited by the people he couldn’t even imagine about, he thought now was his only chance to see what there was on the other side of life.
He was starvingly curious to see what a human looked like.
And so, looking toward a small crevice between the walls of leaves, ezreal flew himself forward. It seemed like some kind of path but one that was barely known to the world and as the fae always says a beaten path is a boring path. So, whatever seemed vaguely unknown to most life, was more than interesting to him.
What waited on the other side was merely just a long stretch of trees, the nature like that of what was hidden in the clearing of the pond. The only vegetation being that of trees and bushes, and a couple of sprinklings of snow drops. Not to mention just how huge everything seemed to the small faerie, whatever Lila was talking about she was right on the money. Ezreal was but the size of an insect to the beings that walked this other realm.
But how wonderous it still was to the little fae, he couldn’t even start to bask in the terrible fear that he’d be left in another world for the rest of his life, because he was too enamoured with the new eye candies he was being shown. Even though it was deep into the night, the moon was so bright there barely was any shadows cast about in the under growth.
Had this just been but one pool dives away this whole time?
The boy was almost giddy as he flew about with no real destination in mind, sometimes that was how he liked it what’s the need for a destination when getting there is always the fun part!
Though no matter how strong his wonder was, the more he flew along the small woods the more fear did start to slightly gnaw at him.
In that moment well, he was really and truly alone.
It felt like an itch on the back of Ezreal’s neck, so much so it had him scratching at it multiple times as he took himself across the oversized forest. It wouldn’t go away easily, with a small daunting feeling settling like its own pool at the bottom of his stomach. If he even found someone, would they kill him on sight? No not at all they wouldn’t even know he was a being that lived like that of the humans, they probably not notice him.
Well not, again, the world here is white and black, there is little colour tainting any of the deep snow. In fact, due to that Ezreal himself maybe shined even brighter than that of the moon itself. Dark greys and murky whites sat as a backdrop for the vibrant pinks and greens that the boy donned.
He didn’t know that though, he was quite in his head that he must’ve been very much invisible to the area. Though was this place just all trees? Ezreal hadn’t heard nor seen any sign of life and he’d been flying around for almost an hour now, perhaps that’s the point of the pool being where it is, it really is in a silent, secretive place.
The fae was starting to tire in fact, his wings work well enough yes, but he was not used to flying about in one direction for such a long time, it’s like when you’ve been walking for ages your legs get a little tired right? It’s like that for him but with his little faerie wings.
So, he took a short break, finally letting his wings rest; he sat atop a branch on one of the tallest trees in the wood, from there he could somewhat get a glimpse past the lush. There was a visible clearing from the trees but there was little he could make out past the number of leaves and shrubbery, before he could really attempt to focus on it though, he finally heard some form of life rustle from below him.
Footsteps, one foot pacing past the other through the snow. Ezreal was positively ecstatic, he scrabbled from his sitting position and laid across the branch on his front, looking down toward the ground below him.
The steps seemed further up the walkway than he was, but they were definitely approaching the tree he was atop. In fact, he the heard the distinct sound of a voice, raspy and low.
“Can you just leave for twenty minutes and give me a moments peace of mind?” the voice, sounded very irritated for some reason ezreal couldn’t quite tell.
Ezreal also did not hear anyone else walking beside the person approaching him so, just who were they talking to?
ezreal couldn’t really focus on that thought as the person began to appear from the coverage of the leaves before him.
Dear gods.
Ezreal was not quite sure what he was expecting to see, but it certainly was not the most drop-dead gorgeous man he had ever laid his eye on. If he’d been a normal size, the whole forest would have shaken with how loudly he just choked on his own spit.
He didn’t really get enough time to fully dissect the man with his eyes, as he was in quite a quick step through the pathway, a lantern in hand.
He did however manage to notice the massive scythe held in the man’s left hand. So, a lot of voices buzzing in the pink haired boys mind were telling him this was very much a dangerous person, and he did not want to engage around him at all.
But hear me out, this was a very attractive man before him.
That’s quite enough of a reason, I think.
Oh! And he noticed that the man’s hair was black! Don’t ask him what colour his clothing was though.
The man though, was not about to notice Ezreal as he was 1, sat on a branch in the treetops even higher than the man’s eyeline and 2, the size of a butterfly. And well logically speaking, even if this man was dangerous to be around and someone you should avoid at all costs, surely, he would lead Ezreal to another set of humans that maybe were less dangerous? That was a dangerous thought process, but he knew the man could lead him to other humans most likely. And Ezreal was nothing if not painfully curious so.
So.
So…
So, Ezreal decided, as the man walked below the tree he was laying atop, that it would be smart to basically hitch a ride on the human’s head. Well, his hair was held up in a tight ponytail and it looked quite thick so, logically speaking would he feel the weightless drop of a small butterfly landing on the top of his ponytail? Ezreal hoped not, because as the scythe’s edge glistened, he realised it could part his head from his shoulders with pathetically little effort. Even better.
The faerie flew down as fast as possible and, with the care of a mantis, landed atop the man’s head.
The first thought that entered Ezreals mind was just how soft the hair was, had Ezreal been stupid and weak he would have just kept running his hands through it. Though that was a relatively strange to do to someone you’ve just met (they have not met) and the man would most likely start feeling that. So, Ezreal stayed put and made himself comfortable readying for the free ride.
Almost around an hour of walking commenced and by that time Ezreal was so bored out his mind he feared he was going to start crying. Yes, the scenery was something to behold at times but other than that it felt like the man was just walking in circles, (he was but Ezreal didn’t know that, nor did he know why he’d be doing that) in fact Ezreal was sure of that because he definitely remembers that one particularly large tree they were now under passing because it was the very tree he had been laying on before he threw himself onto the mans head.
Every now and again the man would also mumble something to himself, most of the time it was inaudible so it sounded like he just kept clearing his mind a little more out loud than most people however sometimes he would outright tell himself to shut up…loudly. As if he was telling someone off, and it kept startling Ezreal from his lounging as he feared the man was talking to him, even though he wasn’t talking…
On the next round the man had done once he passed the clearing of the forest and started to walk up hill toward what looked like a small mountain range, the world still as dark as before if not more as it felt like the moon didn’t reach this area nearly as much. (an area no closer to any other humans may Ezreal add) the man had really started to rant to what seemed fully like himself.
“If you speak of this creature that’s been onlooking one more time, I will snap this scythe in two. Do you understand? I will do it” the low raspy voice grunted.
Who ever he was talking to well, Ezreal would not want to be that person that’s for sure, he sounded certifiably furious. Which then had Ezreal, who was laying on his side now – a hand lazily holding his head upwards, really lost because this man was alone, there was no one else there. This fact concerned the fae so much he didn’t even pay attention to what the man had even said. Which with no doubt had to do with the fact Ezreal was indeed a creature that was onlooking him.
A couple more grunts and sighs could be heard but whomever was getting on the man’s nerves must have stopped because his speech decreased drastically, and they were back to the silence of the night.
At that point Ezreals curiosity decided to take centre stage again, (this will be a common issue), curiosity spiking as he had nothing else to do with his mind, he started trying to observe the man below him. The faerie really didn’t get the best look at him, and one of the things that stayed lodged in his little mind is that he was sure the man had two differently coloured bright eyes. One could say that’s one thing to really focus on when you’re trying to discreetly lay atop someone’s head.
Ezreal started struggling to overcome the urge to try and get a look at the man’s eyes.
Why that feature you may ask? Well, Ezreal was a strange boy who liked making everything harder for himself.
How would Ezreal go about this? Easy. He could just slowly, with the softest of touches, climb across the man’s head then lean over the front of his forehead and boom! He’ll get easy access to looking at the pair of eyes that were going to be more interested in walking forward than any particular being sprawling their body across his head.
So, the fae put his little plan into action, and began very slowly and carefully placing his hands and feet down onto the head of the man he was sat atop of. So at a leisurely pace ezreal crawled across the layers of thick black hair that was being pulled back by the tight ponytail it was held in. Which he must’ve felt immediately as a very quiet noise of confusion was heard below him, frozen in his spot ezreal saw a very large hand incoming toward where the fae was very unceremoniously positioned. As the hand approached ezreal quickly jumped off the head, holding himself up in flight keeping up with the pace of the mans walk. The hand simply scratched the area Ezreal once was and then fell back down his side.
After a quick breath was let out and Ezreal slowly dropped back down and pulled himself toward the front of the man’s head. He placed his two small hands atop the red headband that was adorned across the man’s forehead. Ezreal, with the smallest inhale, began to tip his head forward however from this angle he still couldn’t get quite a proper look at the man’s eyes.
In a moment of weakness and need to succeed Ezreal kept pushing himself more and more downwards. The more he drooped his body forward the more he began to lean downwards, so much so the only thing still laying on the man’s head was the fae’s legs and pelvis.
Forgetting any situation, he may be in the faerie placed his hands on the very bridge of the man’s nose and fully committed to looking forward.
Now yes, from this position ezreal managed to get a glimpse of the man’s brightly mismatching eyes. One, a blazing blue that none could compete with. A blue that really told you this man had blue eyes, a sapphire that could consume you into its depths if you started too long. The other a dark brooding red, you couldn’t even make out a pupil it was so murky within, a cruel void that spoke only of the absence of love within it. The fae wondered briefly how such a dichotomy was possible - a blue so bright the sky turned black with jealousy, and a red so bitter that blood seemed soft in comparison.
This much Ezreal managed to find out, unfortunately for him this man did indeed have senses and could feel something more similar to a very large bug crawling across his face, so as something came into view very much between his eyes, he, as anyone would when seeing something enter their vision, squinted up to look at it.
Even with Ezreal so close to his face, his eyes were able to make out the tiny boys’ own eyes in front of him.
What could’ve helped calm down Ezreal’s horrible curiosity here perhaps could’ve been to remember a certain piece of information that Lilia had told him.
He did not remember it.
The second the twos eyes met suddenly a large puff of pink smoke burst around them. The man, shocked, jolted back a little, dropping his weapon and using his hands to try waft away the smog clouding his vision. It quickly passed and when it did, he was met with a fully normal human sized head, looking at him in an upside-down position, with a very comical look on his face.
Now as Ezreals position before growing to that of a human size was, his front draped across the man’s face and the front of his body and legs downward on the man’s head, he grew in that same position.
And so, with suddenly a strange feeling of flightlessness overcoming the boy, gravity did not take pity on him as he fell until the front of his thighs landed on the man’s shoulders. And the man who was not ready to take on holding up the weight of a body, lost all balance and fell face forward as the fae pulled him toward the ground, fully rolling forward until his back met the floor. In that same position.
So, if one was to paint a small picture of how they looked before either had any reaction time to what just happened, Ezreal was now laying on his back with a huge mans crotch in his face above him, and the man was faced with the same below him.
Ezreal was feeling a little lethargic after falling back first onto the ground and being collapsed onto by someone much bigger than him, so he was not quick to move a muscle. And before the other could fully entertain the comical look of the position they were in, moved fast, pulling himself up a little and spinning around so he was still on top of the fae, just hovering over his face.
Ezreal groaned, squinting, and rubbing at his eyes before any colour came back to his blurring vision. For a moment all he could make out was that deep blue and red.
“What on earth are you?” was asked of ezreal by that low gravelly voice, holding a deathly intense stare on the pink haired boy below him.
Ezreal only groaned in response; he was hurting quite a bit; he needed a couple more seconds to get his bearing here.
“No explanation, huh?” came another question from the man above him. “If your task was to spy on me forgive me but you did a pretty terrible job of it.” He then said as he lifted himself up walking toward the almost forgotten weapon beside them. “Though I’ll be honest, I didn’t know your cult needed to reach out for help… you don’t quite fit the usual look of one of the cultists.” The raven then lifted the weapon up a little, pointing the tip of the blade toward Ezreals face, which switched the boy on quickly.
“Cultists?! Me?! You’re right! I don’t fit that look because I am not one!” Ezreals eyes widened the closer the weapon got to his face, he attempted to scramble back a little before he heard the blade hit deep into, he ground just above his head.
“No? Then offer me an alternative. I am waiting.” Questioned the man once again to the unmoving little fae.
“I-I’m a faerie! Look at me do I look like a cultist?! Goodness sir you have terrible people judgment! Do the faerie wings not give it away to you?!” Cried ezreal, speaking at a speed more people could not quite understand.
“Quite a mouth on you too, huh?” stated the man, not moving the weapon from its place above the fae’s head. Then he clicked his tongue. “A faerie? Do you really think id believe that?”
“I would like to hope so!” as Ezreal spoke, he very slowly moved his head away from the danger above him and began to sit up. “Will you even listen to me if I explain myself?”
The man looked like he genuinely had to think about that one for a moment.
“Speak.” He stated simply.
“Okay! So basically, I’m from a place called the winged reign, we help to create the seasons for humans, but we live in another world or something? For a week I was dealing with a matter of treason and then the Queen of my world found out about it and wanted to get rid of me naturally,” he took a breath. “She then cornered me and pushed me into a portal that transported me here, you were the first person I had seen and oh, when I came into this world, I was still the normal size of a fae which is ti-ny! Compared to you humans, so I thought I’d catch a ride on your head hoping you’d come into contact with other humans because I wanted to see what other humans looked like but then I got curious of what your eyes looked like then I crawled over your face to get a look and for some reason when you looked back at me I seem to have lost all my magical abilities including the use of my wings. Oh! And I am very much trapped in this world for the foreseeable future I have no idea how to get home.” After speaking at such a sonic speed Ezreal then dramatically inhaled very loudly.
The man who seemed to suffer chronic Stoic Face Syndrome, struggled to contain the smirk that was threatening to take over.
“Curious huh...? That does sound convoluted enough for you to have not made it up on the spot I suppose...” He replied simply, then picked up the scythe and offered a hand to the boy still sat on the ground.
Ezreal accepted it happily, but as their hands met the boy almost flinched at just how ice cold the man’s hand was. He could tell the other contained a very small look of surprise when feeling how warm Ezreal’s was. The fae was then yanked up to his feet forgetting how different it now felt to stand with such a size.
“How long had you been making camp on my head?” asked the man, letting his hand fall to his hip.
“Uhm, it had felt to be around a couple of hours? We went past this one massive tree about twenty-four times I think.” Replied ezreal earnestly, as he was pointedly trying to avoid looking at the interestingly ripped part of his clothing upon the others chest. He really had quite a build.
“And I had no idea about it…” the man then trailed off, looking to the side for a moment.
“Uhm I’m sorry for perhaps over stepping here but, do you think there’s anyway you can help me? I just, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get home without any help…” Ezreal then, putting on his softest cutest little voice, asked the man.
He turned and raised an eyebrow at the smaller boy. “You think I’m the type to help random strangers I find the woods?” the man seemed to honestly ask, his face portraying no emotion.
“Yes! Oh, absolutely you look like the loveliest man I’ve ever met! You can’t just leave a thing as pretty as me to defend myself all alone in the woods, can you?” Ezreal cried batting his eyelashes as hard as he could.
“I can.” He stated simply and turned on his heel, his back to Ezreal, and started to slowly walk away. Smiling as he heard a very loud “HUH?” from behind him. Then very quick little footsteps running after him.
“You’re not being serious right? You’re just joking around with me, right? You’re actually walking toward somewhere that I can get help, right?” Ezreal then began to whine on.
‘This little thing is going to be the death of you Kayn.’ Rumbled in the back of the man’s mind as he continued walking.
Yes, he was.