psl; fairytale au for parrishing

[unyieldingebony]

The day so far had been terribly routine; Scorpius had woken up in the same bed in the same room in the same tower he'd been locked in since he was twelve. He had bathed, eaten, dressed, cleaned, read, sang, watched out his window, and paced the length of the room several times over. There was some magic that took care of his needs, replenishing food and water and vanishing waste, and he did have a decent collection of books, but it had two-thousand one-hundred and ninety days since he'd been taken to this tower and that was plenty of time to read them all over and over and--

Wait.

Today was his eighteenth birthday.

It had to be today! That was how every story went, right? The day of a person's birth was already a very magical day, the eighteenth even more so.

He jumped to his feet. He had to get ready, had to be fully prepared for his knight. This shirt wasn't nice enough, he had better in his wardrobe. And some scented oils, and was that a hair out of place?

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[parrishing]

Adam's day was equally as routine, thus far: he'd done many of the same things, up until the whole singing and reading part, and headed out as he did every other day of his life. More often than not, his days were full of fixing things that used to work properly and were now broken again, doing deliveries for his parents and a variety of other people, and generally getting his hands dirty. Sometimes he helped farm; sometimes he helped carry things. Sometimes he just did what people told him to.

It was a wasted life, really. He wasn't happy with much of it. And so, that day, he'd taken it off. Nothing seemed to be broken and in dire need of repair, no one seemed to desperately need his help; he felt free to just...walk. He had no real direction, and that was fine. He just wanted a little fresh air.

His feet carried him for what felt like miles, but he remained happier than he had been in days. No longer did Adam feel quite as bone-deep exhausted as he had of late. It was nice. In fact, the further out he walked, the more open and free he felt, until he wasn't just walking, but jogging through the forest, a smile tugging at his mouth.

And up ahead, unbeknownst to him, there was a tower.

[unyieldingebony]

Once he'd made certain his appearance was absolutely perfect, he'd glanced out the window and-- there was movement in the trees. Not the typical movement associated with the various wildlife Scorpius had come to know from afar over all the years watching.

No, this was no deer.

He flew to the window, eyes locked on that small bit of movement coming closer. Soon his savior would clear the trees and Scorpius would get a good look and--

Where was his armor? His horse? At least he looked handsome, though there was still quite a distance between them, but from what Scorpius could make out, he seemed attractive. Just not quite in the knightly way he'd been expecting.

[parrishing]

What he did have going for him was that he was about as lanky as a deer, though that wasn't always a good thing. More often than not, he found that people wanted someone more rugged or more built, someone who looked like they could really pull their weight around something. It wasn't like Adam wasn't fully capable of it, though; he was stronger than he looked. He just didn't advertise it the same way.

Sadly, he had no armour, and he was on foot. Of course. But it wasn't as though he expected to find a tower out there, with someone apparently waiting for him. He wasn't even aware that he was sized up from afar right that moment; all he was focusing on was the expanse of grass, the various bushes and berries and things like that, and the tower in the distance. He'd stolen a glance or two towards it, and wondered what the point of it was.

But he took his time once he'd finally slowed, now exploring the place intently. It was definitely interesting, like a little sanctuary far away from the rest of the town. He liked it.

He did, however, end up making his way through the field, closer and closer towards the tower. And as he approached it, he finally glanced up, sizing it up properly. There, near the top, was a window. And in the window, a boy.

Weird.

"Hey," he called up there.