#|| i'm moving this started to leyndell i'm releasing them.

[smouldring]

@fellomenking​ unparalleled rage.

[writingemporium]

Ok I'm just going to post this raw and unedited sorry if it's janky as a result. I'm testing out some character interactions and aeignjlkja. We stan problem knights here. Along with Morgott coping and seething.

Sweat pooled into small beads on Percival's brow as she docked another arrow onto the great bow. It groaned as she pulled back muscles tense and with the release with of her hand the arrow whizzed pass the mark into the grass harmlessly. She stood mortified as her instructor laughed and jumped up to help her.

“Ah that's a shame. I thought you said you could shoot!” He stood behind Percival gently pushed down on her shoulders. “For a start your shoulders are in your ears. Keep them low to help aiming.” She felt blonde hair tickle her neck, and at that moment would have given anything to have the earth swallow her whole.

She could feel him smile behind her as he reached for the bow. Everything about this man set off a defensive belligerence that she hadn't experienced before. As a Leyndell knight that specialized in bows he was expected to be good at his abilities, but Percival didn't anticipate the apparent brain drain of her abilities around him.

“I...uh...do...know....,” the words were snatched from her mouth as she tried to keep up a brave facade.

He was handsome with straw blonde hair and strong looking face with a simple white shirt with some brown pants. He took the bow and moved in front of her taking position to shoot. “Observe,” he stood shoulder width apart and pulled back on the bow string with ease. Percival watched all his muscles tense in his back and his bicep flex trying desperately to pay attention to her “lesson”.

With a twang the arrow was let loose and it hit the target with deadly accuracy right into the center of the target. He took a second to check that his aim was true, and upon confirmation he leaned back to look at Percival and smiled at her over his shoulder. Percival took in a deep breath through her nose and exhaled through her mouth.

“See? Keep your shoulders low, and get the shot on the exhale. Just like what you just did there just now,” it was a genuine observation and lesson but he could also sense that she was struggling being around him. He reveled in it.

“Well I suppose you better get going. I think you better check in with Lord Morgott, and see if there isn't something more important you should be doing. It is my day off, but necessarily yours,” he winked at her.

“That's a good idea. Yeah,” she said like she was in a trance of some kind. She slunk off and wanted to cry form the embarrassment of it all. She had no clue what kind of game he was playing, but surely there was no way that he could be interested in her. Not a Graceless Tarnish such as herself right? It was all very confusing for Percival who sighed in frustration and proceeded to slap her face some to help aid in pulling herself together.

Later on in the night soft thunks could be heard in the training yard along with roars of frustration and swearing. It was a rather uncouth and by know means something the knights of Leyndell would do which meant that Morgott had found Percival. He had donned the Veil, and presented as a tall man with a gray beard with shoulder length hair. Where his horns were normally were large freckles, and he wore a robe made out of light fabric with a simple sash. It was simple and conservative, but it had been commissioned by Percival and gifted to him so it was one of his faveorite things to wear as of late. He approached the training yard and saw her sitting on a bench staring at the floor. She jumped when she heard him approach. His golden eye was stern as he looked down upon her trying to assess what could possibly be bothering her at that very moment.

“Training is all good and well,but profanity is not fit for a lady. What matter requires all this swearing anyhow?” his solitary golden eye looked down at her. Her could see just ever so slightly down her loose shirt. He averted his eye before she noticed.

“If you insist then I'll just swear, but more fancy like next time,” she snarled. She pushed back her bangs and stood up abruptly to head back to the target range once again.

“There is no need for such attitude. I can see that something bothers thee I was merely...,” An arrow hit the target with a thunk. “Concerned.”

She sighed and put the bow down, and pointing down the range started exclaiming. “Look at that! I can shoot a bow and hit the target just fine! Look at that! It even clusters! I have great aim! But NO whenever that stupid blonde headed pig gets near me it's like...all my skills just pour out of me all at once. I can do it. Look at that,” she jabbed a finger down the range then buried her face into her hands in frustration.

Morgott listened and felt his heart twist. He wasn't a fool the knight clearly had affections for her, and it seemed that she was in a similar way. Only she was being more stubborn about it. With the Mimic Veil returned to him he thought that he might be able to woo her with greater ease then as Morgott the Omen. How could he compete with Grace Given knight? His head swam a little, but he managed to pull it together and tried to console her.

“I never doubted thine skills in any measure, and I wouldn't put much stock into what a knight thinks either. Unless what the knight thinks is of importance to thee?” he was probing for answers that he would rather not hear, but he had to know the extent of her attraction.

She sighed and started to put the bow away. She had calmed down some and with some of the attitude gone finally said “You're right it doesn't matter what that idiot thinks anyhow,” she looked up and smiled softly at him. There was still something to it that implied that she wasn't over it, but at the very least she calmer now.

The night air was quiet as they locked eyes. The Erdtree shined a light onto her copper colored hair and for a brief moment it shifted hues in such a way that it looked like fire. Morgott straightened his back and couldn't look away form the sight. Finally Percival broke the gaze and shaking her head slightly said.

“Well I guess we better get going then. You said you would help me with some more reading.”

He sighed. She hadn't fled Leyndell and still spoke to him. Two wins at the very minimum. However, something had to be done with that knight. He pushed the thought out of the way realizing the tone of implication that it held. A many thousands year old demigod and here he was jealous of a knight in his own army. He followed her quietly and while watching her move he realized that there still might be a chance for him.