#<- he doesnt hate him hes js telling himself that. sighs

[knightley-gambit]

[ *> Horace busied himself in perfecting the board setup. it wasn’t very often he got to play 1:1 with Simeon. every time he had the chance to however, he would make sure it counted. ]

[ *> even if it did end in his loss nearly every time. ]

”nah, i’m good like this. better to get used to it anyways for the future, yeah?”

[ *> Horace makes his first move, one pawn moves up two. ]

[it’s been so long since i’ve played chess kiji, i don’t remember the game rules aside from the specific piece movements😞 pls excuse my inability to describe the plays <3]

{BEFORE KNIGHTLEY'S DEATH; AT A PRISON VISIT}

"Hey, Knightley. I, um, got you a gift I thought you'd like."

-- Simon Keyes !!! (@people-can-be-tamed)

" no way,, really?

i will, what’d you bring? "

[people-can-be-tamed]

Simon holds back the urge to vomit. Horace was always such a sap, maneuvering the board through the bars so he could play easier... the ginger almost wanted to punch him just for that. For now, he'd watch his Knight get all excited. It'd make his death that much more pleasurable.

"Oh! Are you sure you want to play through the bars? I don't want this to be annoying for you or anything."

He sits down with his legs pulled up to his chest. He knew it was pointless to ask that, really; Horace was like a dog, loyal and eager to please. All animals were the same at heart, Simon supposed, and he wondered what other beautiful and stupid beasts he had in his life.

"Um, since you have the white pieces though, you should move first."

{BEFORE KNIGHTLEY'S DEATH; AT A PRISON VISIT}

"Hey, Knightley. I, um, got you a gift I thought you'd like."

-- Simon Keyes !!! (@people-can-be-tamed)

" no way,, really?

i will, what’d you bring? "