Nodding absently, he put the automaton in his pocket. Looking back at the old tower, Viktor's voice filled his ears and the same air around the now empty garden. “Have a good journey,” Jayce said, but nobody answered him. Chuckling slightly, Viktor turned around and walked as fast as he could over the voice’s origin. Goodnight, Jayce! Happy birthday.” He went and gave him a brief hug that left the other boy speechless.
#When the clock strikes midnight crack
Viktor nodded, before in the distance a call of his name went off, followed by the crack of some roots. Small gears were ensembled together so smoothly that looked like a new kind of puzzle. “Midnight, like usual?” Jayce said, caressing the strangely warm surface of the automaton in his palm. “I’m going traveling with Father for some days, but once I return, I will wait for you at the tower.” “Th-that’s good! Um… Jayce… I should get going.” They pulled away. Understandably so, his embrace caught Viktor off guard, much more when he heard Jayce’s muffled sobs against the crook of his neck. Viktor wasn’t used to physical contact, not even when his parents were alive.
I will help you fulfill your dream to be a knight.” His cheeks were of a deep red, golden eyes widened with both shame and excitement. I built it myself with my tutor’s help.” He offered it one more time, arching his eyebrows. “Do you really want to give it to me? It must be very expensive.” “Whoa! You remember! And it moves!” He clapped happily, but his hands didn’t extend to take the figurine. Smiling, Viktor turned the key on its back, making the figure stand up and swing the word side to side. A little automaton was laying in his hand, all made in bronze and copper. I can’t stay much longer today.” Viktor took off the bag and rummage its contents.
Look! The tower’s over there.” Gesturing, he looked right into Viktor’s young eyes. I know the way.” With brows furrowed, Jayce began to walk towards where the old tower loomed over the sky, covering any sign of nocturne light. His hair was unkempt, like if he was taking a nap before coming. The prince was dressed in his nightgown, only wearing his daily boots to not got dirt on his indoor shoes.
“Don’t go the wrong direction, Jayce." He didn't hear Viktor's steps muffled against the grass. It looked like the late queen's face, but she was dressed as a forest fairy, hair down extended in curls as if the wind were moving them. After hiding over the wide trunks of the trees, and against the recently cut bushes, he faced a crossroad with a gigantic fountain in the middle, a statue raised in its peak. Sprinting towards the gardens, between fruit trees and bushes, ivy escalating towards the shiny fountains scattered around the terrain, Jayce’s heart turned upside down every time a fleeting shadow passed near his own. After all, he was still a servant boy, even if his father was the Master of the Forge. Jayce feared of being caught, because he wasn’t good at lying, and he didn’t want to meddle his mother into his little adventures that could end up in not-so-little punishments. Clean, flowery wallpaper covered the entirety of the rooms surfaces, with spotless statues and columns filled with flower crowns in white, yellow, and violet, the favorite colors of the late queen. It was the first time they were supposed to meet in the abandoned tower that in those distant times was still shining and ruling over the Queen’s Wing like a white knight. Viktor was waiting for him on the other side.
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