ᏕᎥᏝᏉᏋᏒ & ᎶᎧᏝᎴ - Klance AU

ᎥᏖ ᎥᏕᏁ'Ꮦ Ꮧ ᎷᎩᏖᏂ, Ꭵ ᏰᏋᏝᎥᏋᏉᏋ!

Desire?

He entered the wooden house that he called home. As he opened the door, his niece and nephew ran up to him, hugging his legs immediately.

''Uncle Lance! You're back!'' Kaila smiled brightly, ''You need to sing us a lullaby!'' Kai pouted, clinging to his other leg. Lance smiled a sad smile, patting the two 6 year old twins heads with each hand.

''Alright, get to bed, I'll come by,'' Lance spoke out cautiously, and the two siblings raced up the narrow staircase.

Lance kicked off his boots and glanced at his family who were sitting around their fireplace. His grandma in the wooden rocking chair, his eldest brother beside his wife — the parents of the two rascals, his other 3 elder siblings scattered on the ground.

Lance didn't say anything as he headed upstairs, he knew his family was ignoring him. He was a disappointment after all.

Once he reached the twins bedroom, he went inside the small room. The two siblings already huddled up under the warm blankets made of jack fur.

He kneeled down beside the cramped bed, and cleared his throat. This was a routine they had built up, and Lance adored it.

''I'll swim and sail on savage seas,'' He sang softly, his voice a little raw from his scattered emotions, but he managed.

''With ne'er a fear of drowning,''

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He sang the song he knew by heart, which gave him hope that one day it'll be better. When he was sure the two devils were asleep, he tip toed out the room, and closed the wooden door.

Finally reaching his own room, he face planted himself onto his hard, uncomfortable bed. Before he knew it, his light was out.

Lance was awakened by a noise. He sat up startled, looking around for any source. But he saw nothing.

He kept quiet, waiting for the noise to be heard again. But it never came. Lance looked around his room again, his bag situated on his desk. Maps of the forbidden forest laid out on it. Drawings of the mystical creatures and info about them piled up, sheets of paper scattered all over the ground.

His gut and heart told him to go, but his mind screamed at him to stay put. He shouldn't, he had gotten his last warning, his family already wanted to disown him. He couldn't risk to make it worse than it already was.

But despite all his protesting thoughts, Lance got dressed in some comfortable traveling clothes, and took his shoulder-bag. He gathered all his maps and his iron flask. He picked up some pencils and stuffed all the objects into his bag. He then remembered his journal and stuffed it inside too.

He tiptoed down the stairs, praying to the lords from above that it didn't creak. He got down safely and pulled on his boots. He got his jacket and was about to leave the shack.

''Where do you think your going?'' A voice spoke out and Lance froze in his tracks.

He grind his teeth tightly and slowly turned around, to be faced by his grandmother.

''Uhh, I...'' Lance was caught right in the act, he had no escape. He was trapped.

''Shh, here,'' His grandma took a step closer, ''Take this.'' She pushed a cold metal object into Lance's hand. He looked down at it, seeing it was a small pocket knife. He opened and closed his mouth, trying find words. He glanced up, two pairs of similar vibrant eyes met. She gave him a heartwarming smile. Her wrinkles showing off in the dim moonlight coming through the window.