#⊰ ⚔ ⊱ ⋯ your heart shall be judged. ╱ ANSWERED.

[heofheart]

*Seductively lays on a table* 'Hey bab- '*Table breaks*

𝓝o words. Just a questioning stare. Is that guy alright???

[heofhearts]

☾ ————————— @caimkairos​​ ASKED ——————————※         Sadhbh is here with a 💍. A fighting ring. She's seen your power sunny boy and you seem like you'd be a good spar square up-

          Oh-? What’s this? Instantly an oblivious smile alights across the knight’s lips. Pale blue eyes observe the ‘ring’ though it appears more like a long rusted nail bent into the vague shape of a trinket. The gaze lifts a fraction up to the very serious stare from the rider-- there’s some kind of fire behind those eyes. The blond sweats. Slightly. Nervousness trickling into the expanse of his expression.                          ‘ Oh my, are you asking for my hand in battle? ‘

[heofhearts]

☀ ———————————— @ardenssolis​​ ASKED —————————————※         "Gawain, that 'kabedon' is not a food." Ah, this poor knight. He did not blame them for being confused about all these strange words and terms that were thrown around Chaldea and outside of it. Thankfully, Ozymandias was an expert on all things. "If it is something you desire to stem you over, you can have these butter cookies I was enjoying. Though not a meal, it should at least aid in helping you feel better."

 “ Y-you would share your food with me? “ He couldn’t help the surprise pouring into his voice. Though really, he should know better! Ozymandias had always shown a.... a sort of ‘kindness’ to him. Even though at times that kindness made his heart pound up into his throat. He rattles his head, fluffy blond bangs becoming further mussed. He shouldn’t be rude! He replaces his surprise with a smile, reaching out an open palm so Ozymandias could offer him however many, or few he would part with. “Though I have to ask-- since you seem so all knowing--- If Kabedom is not something you can eat-- what exactly is it? I saw other people talking as if it were a food but-- they also seemed unsure. Like me.” He retreats his hand the moment he’s got one of those cookies, lifting it up to pop the soft edge to his lips. “Ph-aank-- yuu yur hiihness.”

[heofhearts]

※————————— @fateswept​​​ ⟡ ASKED ————————————※ "Siiiirrr Gawainnn!" Merlin appears, totally doesn't have a favor to ask, before proceeding to put veggies stickers onto the Arthurian Knight, before smiling, "What? These stickers reminded me of you!" STOP.

                   ❛❛  … 𝒴𝑒𝓈 𝑀-?  ❜❜

     W-wuh... His smile evaporates, a blank stare left behind as bright blue eyes stare down to watch the caster placing little colorful stickers across the surface of the metal plating that covered his chest. He makes no move to stop him, simply tilting his head gently to the side. He’s--- very confused. And now-- very vegetable. 

             ❛❛  … Carrot and beansprout stickers remind you of me? ❜❜

[heofhearts]

※————————— @fionasiroes​​​ ⟡ ASKED ————————————※ :thinking emoji:

     He waits with bated breath, bright blue eyes wide in wonder of what wisdom the greek servant was about to impart upon him. He waits with golden patience be fitting of any knight of the round. But curiosity is rising for every second Achilles’ holds back his voice. The young blond man is practically leaning in the other’s direction. Waiting-- w a i t i n g.

[heofhearts]

@lacobscur​​​​​ asks: idly leans on gawain. "people seem very curious as to if we're dating." he can write off one person, but this is odd. "does it bother you?"

Oh! His favorite person! He beams right on cue at the shadowy cryptid that employs his shoulder as something to rest against. He’ll happily support him, going so far as to turn part way so he could embrace him a little with his own arms. ERP---

      ❝ 𝐵𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒?           No, never. Never ever! I simply am not used to people asking me out of the blue! Double-so when it’s people I don’t know! I-- also wish not to talk much about it to them-- without your permission. I-- wouldn’t want to put you in an odd place. If you allowed, I would happily shout it from a mountain top! ❞

[heofhearts]

@thickerthenwater​​​​ asks: Hey I know I’m new here but are you and that guy that looks like he’s really into Mcr dating?

A smile appears! Always ready to wear one whenever he hears the approach of somebody. Bright blue eyes settle upon the new face. A slow tilt of blond haphazard locks shift as he listens intently...MCR? Wha--- EHHH???!!! DATING???

The broad knight flusters right on cue. W-why were people of the modern era so-- blunt? His poor fettered heart would likely leap out of his chest at this rate! Hands raise up, fingers wagging against the air as he tries to come to grips with the question. But damn-- you really caught him off guard.

‘ 𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 but I--I don’t know what MCR is!!! ‘

[heofhearts]

@adastraluminis​ ASKED: “Don’t ‘Uncle!’” Notice Kay’s bad imitation of your voice here Gawain, “Me when you’re the one who first said it would be funny if I got spat at by one of those beasts.”

                    ❝ 𝒞𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓌,  Surely you know me well enough to know I am only jesting! ---’sides if one did happen to spit upon you-- you would live through it.❞

[heofhearts]

@exocetx​ ASKED: 💐🌷🌹🌺SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING 🌺🌹🌷 & all of ur other blogs ( we haven't spoken yet, but I love all of your work. )

Are you sure you got the right tumblr? cause I’ve been SO LAZY these last few daysdfsda

But jokes aside!! Thank you!! That’s so sweet of you!! I hope I can continue write well enough to keep entertaining others ahahah |D;;;  💕

[heofhearts]

@lacobscur​ ASKED: Gawain has dragged him off, and though Lancelot is not one who often bothers with sleeping, he allows Gawain to wrangle him into something resembling an (over-gangly) body pillow. It's not as if Lancelot was going to relinquish Gawain, either, so this is fine. He's half-curled protectively around Gawain, the other's head tucked against his shoulder. Lancelot watches him. It's dreamlike. Even the fog on Lancelot's edges floats more absently than usual. Lancelot stays awake and watches, though contemplates mercifully little. He plays with Gawain’s hair, locks toyed idly between his fingers and with curlicues of block smoke flicking wefts about. A tracing of touch over the curve of Gawain’s cheek.

         With his previous grumpy departure from public, Gawain had taken it upon himself and enacted his very first jealously fueled gesture. He had, without any permission, stolen the other knight away from the public eye. This was fine. Lancelot hadn’t offered any resistance, He quietly fell in line, walking in the direction Gawain had pulled him. That was all the permission Gawain required.  Now he rested, face partially buried against the Beserker’s shoulder, half pretending to sleep-- the other simply hiding. He feels childish in the wake of it all. Stubbornly stalking away at the first sign of someone like Galehaut showing up. Maybe if it hadn’t been the day-- no, the hour he had confessed-- laid his heart bare to the one he had harbored it for, for so long-- quietly-- smothering. . . Perhaps the Knight of the sun could have stood taller. But Galahaut represented so many negative feelings, some surprisingly even lacking in bias, Fingers twist, knotting into the soft fabric the lines the curves of Lancelot’s back. Gawain has him caught in a possessive hug. Every breath is soft-- and yet his heart pitter patters erratically within the cage of his chest. He’s afraid. As if he were going to get in trouble for acting so foolish. Any moment now, it’ll chastising will come. Surely.  Instead he feels the fingers gently toy with the small curls of his blond hair. Hidden blue eyes open the shaded space between his nose and the knight’s chest. It’s silly. He only just got him-- and now he’s terrified of losing him all over again. Teeth pinch against the plush of his bottom lip, a hard swallow. But he tries all the same to lighten his voice-- and push away the delicate nervousness that is pouring into his blood stream. He just feels so utterly vulnerable. He’s suppose to be stronger than this. The sunny knight who could do no wrong.

                                   ❝ 𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎...❞

[heofhearts]

@bendlove​ ASKED: galehaut never presented himself as a curious being, even if a measure of it remained within him. chaldea was an oddity, full of faces he'd never once seen, histories he never knew --- but there was old ones, and one of them stood there, just as he remembered him, patrolling if he assumed. " sir ... gawain ? " he tries to quell the words of apology that wish to leave his throat, with a cough, he stands straight, smiling gently. " you haven't changed. i'd say you blind me even more now. "

          He doesn’t see him first. The voice hits him and suddenly an icy feeling of old pours directly into every fiber of his being. Scars of childish memories. Envy-- hate-- jealousy. Gawain painted as the perfect knight in song. In reality, he was just as human as the rest. With just as long shadows.  He’s frozen, his back still to that voice. It’s like meeting Lady Guinevere all over again within Chaldea. That hatred and cold poison that makes the digits of his hand tighten instinctively near his hip beside where Galatine slumbers in it’s sheath. It’d be so easy to dip into it again. More so with his renewed infatuation with his best friend. But of course, on the day it happens.... He has to show up. The one who made him feel completely minuscule in the eyes of Lancelot. Galehaut. That fiend. The waves of that dark bias sea are inviting. It would be nice to slip deep beneath that pressure, let the sea guide his actions. Go with that carnal flow of hatred. The seed that planted a downfall. 

....A downfall so many people helped to plant....Himself included. A sigh breaks past his lips, more at himself than the familiar voice behind him. That hatred he harbored for so many, was that of a dead man’s. He takes in a breath, slow and steady, then turns his frame, his eyes lighter, a welcome smile hugging to those lips.

            ❝ 𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒?  ❞

                                                           ... ! ! !

                                                                Damn it.

Eyes widen before he dips his head, swallows down the voice of the ghost. Wincing as his face flushes from shame.

           ❝ Many pardons ! ! I-- I don’t know where that came from. ❞ 

[heofhearts]

@zhrets​ ASKED: “There is a common emotion we all recognize and have not yet named—the happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt.”

A dry swallow makes the knight’s Adam’s apple bob in his throat. That priest-- the tall dark one that always makes him stand a little more on edge than he normally is. It’s as if the man’s mere presence inflicts a flight or fight response within him. He’d never run-- but the feeling passes through him either way. The mana infused heart within his chest begins to beat a fraction faster. The worst of it all. He doesn’t know WHY. Those pale blue eyes watch, wary as the man speaks, words that are hard for a living sword to follow. But he tries all the same.              ❝ 𝒴𝑜𝓊...look forward to being annoyed? Is-- is that it? ❞ Oh no. He shouldn’t have said anything. Replying back-- hearing his own voice--- it sounds pathetically childish in response to the Priest. Gawain has felt this way often when forced to talk to those who surpass him in mental capacities. Which, given-- is very very often. A second thought carves through and he dips his head, chin down as broad shoulders raise ever so slightly.

            ❝ Forgive me, I’m-- not sure what to say.                   I don’t believe I’ve ever felt that way. ❞

[heofhearts]

"Fuck. Say it with me now."

        Oh no. Is this going to be a thing he’s hounded over? Is cursing the new ‘hip’ thing? The awkwardness breeds a smile, nervous– uneasy. He feels like he’s slowing being backed into a corner over this subject.

                          ❝ …… .                             𝐻𝑒𝒸𝓀. ❞

[heofhearts]

Say fuck

           A deep breathe fills his lungs, eyes icy and focused.           A pause– then in the quietest voice possible, a single whispered—                                                            ❝ Heck. ❞

[heofhearts]

@hackedlaugh​ ASKED: "are you the famous 'knight in shining armor' fairy tails talk about!?"

              ❝ 𝐼'𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 too certain about that.                     I believe the knights in fairy tails have ‘happily-ever-afters.’ ❞

[heofhearts]

Sinday? Old news. Get ready for Man Titty Monday!!!

Cue his defeated sigh. Normally to be caught shirtless was more secluded to the summer nights. But perhaps he’ll allow it this once. He’s only become self-conscious due to the lecherous comments of others. But in this moment, perhaps if he relents they’ll let him rest rather than pester him further.

 ❝  𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 don’t say a word.❞