soooooo this is gonna be longer than I thought @-@


Fletcher moved quickly throughout the streets, heels clicking while the girl behind him almost struggled to match his pace. “Fletch!” She reached and grabbed his shirt sleeve, yanking him back. “Calm down for gods sake. I know your pissed but-" she stopped as the brunette nearly tripped over a pair of polished navy boots. Fletcher slowly rose to his feet, his gaze immediately locking onto the forest green pants that neatly tucked into the knee-high boots. His eyes flickered to the left, immediately pausing at ombré chiffon skirt. He kneeled when he felt Madeline push at his shoulder, not having to second guess at who had managed to trip over. "You can get up, Fletcher." The girl said and held out a pale hand. A silver ring rested on her middle finger, the navy point glove covering her arm to her elbow. He took her hand and stood, smiling slightly at the elven girl. Her silky white hair was braided back into two french braids, a silver circlet gently resting on her head with an emerald resting in the center of her forehead. "Princess Aysel, it's an honor." He gently kissed her hand as his eyes flickered over to the male standing beside her. His hair matched the girl's, their eyes a deep shade of amethyst. He shifted to one side, his black glove resting on his hip. The dark green coat of his uniform was pushed back by his stature, an annoyed look on the guard's face. "Eldrin" he hissed out and took a step back from the two elves. Aysel smiled sweetly, her hand coming out to rest on Eldrin's shoulder. "Ignore him, Fletcher, he's mad that he's on babysitting duty today." She winked and then smiled at Madeline who stood a few feet back. "I presume you're here for Quincy's.." she paused to look for the word. "Picking of the brides? Your sister is one them, correct?" She asked, earning a nod from the two elves. "Full moon soon, right? Moonshadow elves grow more powerful under them, and you can nearly turn invisible when the moon is strongest?" Fletcher rose an eyebrow, smirking as Eldrin gave him an annoyed look. "Correct, no harm in display our abilities when they're strongest right?" She smiled and titled her head at the question. "Where are you two going in such a hurry?" Eldrin pressed, his arms now crossed. "To speak with my mother about certain matters." Fletcher replied with a blank face, a hand coming to rest on his hip. "You found your brother's son, didn't you?" Aysel asked, a blank expression on her face compared to Fletcher's surprised face. "You didn't know.. you didn't know they've been tracking you for months?" She looked between the two, her expression becoming more concerned. Fletcher turned and took off in a full sprint, Madeline easily following once she ditched the heeled shoes she had been in earlier that day. "Fletcher, wait!" Aysel shouted and took off after the two, hardly hearing the guard shout behind her. The brunette skidded to a stop at the docks, pushing through the crowd that had since gathered at the dock. The crowd dispersed as Aysel stepped onto the dock, eyes locked onto the elf princess. She nodded towards Fletcher who managed to slip through the crowd. His movements instantly halting as his gaze locked with emerald green eyes. He stared at Shane's bruised cheek before his eyes flickered at the bright red blood that trickled down from his forehead down to drip off his chin. "You bastard." Shane grumbled, pulling at the guards that held him, grunting as he took a rough jab to the side. "You sold me out, to save your own ass?" Shane grit his teeth as he fought back tears, stumbling as he was roughly pulled to his feet. "I didn't-" Fletcher followed after him, walking backwards to keep up with the male. "I-" He stopped when Shane turned his head, the blonde's jaw locked tight enough Fletcher was sure it would've snapped any second. "I'll fix this, Shane!" He called out, stopping just of the elves, his brow furrowed in thought. Aysel turned back to face the brunette. "Why are you so concerned with this, princess? Elven kingdom isn't intense enough for you?" Fletcher pressed as his eye twitched from the elf's lack of expression. "I want to help you, Fletcher. To see that the color of your blood doesn't determine your rank or class." Aysel straightened her shoulders, the girl's chin tilting upwards. "I think your King would find it a hinderance if his son weren't to marry a high elf due to such a ridiculous, yet pressing matter in Runeterra." Fletcher chuckled at her proposition. "Very well, Aysel, you have my attention." He started to walk, a determined look beginning to settle on his face. "We both know they'll kill him for your brother's actions right?" She turned to look around as the crowd began to disperse. Fletcher turned to face her, his hands clenched into tight fists. "I won't let them get that far.")