#𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊. / belda.ruit

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@knghted asked: “ let me carry you. ”   pretend i sent this from a/rgenti for belda/ruit

      it is quite difficult to say no when one so chivalrous is asking. the knight is well trusted, a frequent help to him in his day to day anymore. as this ailment continues to press his body to feebleness. the sage has long since accepted it;  and feels no immediate shame in dependency on another. " hmm... well alright. "  lighthearted tone, as he shifts enough that they can get an arm at his back, the other tucked beneath his knees.

he must weigh so little to the other--  hoisted from his bed with ease. so he may be carried to a dormant seelchair, one that could have easily been woken and brought to his bedside.  but, something about this was nice, from time to time.

head rests against their shoulder  " with how determined you look sometimes, i wonder if you enjoy this duty you've been given. " only a jest of course. though considering what the other knights busied themselves with--  this was certainly not as exciting as often. " unless of course...  you truly find yourself entertained by my teachings.. -- ahaha! are we hoping to pick up a thing or two? " 

resident evil 2 prompts

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knees to chest and wrapped arms to keep them close: its hair pools a void, a black hole, the white strands peaking through the pitch like moonlight. "okay" her permission comes as a whisper, granted after brief consideration. "just don't pull..." (for beldaruit, this is my conduit to write the baby)

      " of course, of course... " he promises, giving a nod of his head. and as he takes to brushing out her hair, he is as careful with it as he is with his own. the moment is a stark contrast to the usual;  right now he is not a teacher, so it calls for something more mellow.  though despite himself, he cannot help his curiosity. as he gently runs his fingers through a length of hair he's just combed over, ensuring there are no tangles. " have you made any friends yet... ? " a query, as he starts the beginnings of a braid. can't have her tripping over it again, and astaria wasn't going to let anyone else touch it...  such a stubborn girl!

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you can’t ban me if I don’t go here. obviously. 🖤

" don't let my disposition fool you--  i am very capable of keeping you out. "

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" but ... " confusion betrayed in the furrow of brows, focus pulled from magic glyphs and tomes strewn haphazardly in rapid study, in exploration. perhaps it is innate in this child, why the magic clings to her, this desire to challenge limitations / to fly when beholden to walk. " why? " (for beldaruit c:)

to shun a child for their curiosity... is difficult. these topics are dangerous ones;  forbidden magic, glyphs and arts that have caused irreparable damage in years past. the knights moralis would have him silence her here, to still the crash of confusion with a stern hand, and cold words. to even speak of these things is skirting a line that many do not risk.  belda/ruit does not understand what it is that keeps her memories stuck fast,  but it matters little now. manipulation of memory was not what she needed. she needed someone to guide her from the brimmed hats--

and walk her along a better path.

" because it's dangerous. " simply put.  decite is the practice of witches; and there is not a single exception to the rule. hiding the ease of magic fromt he world, along with it's most twisted practices.  " as beautiful, and wondrous as so many of these ideas seem to be. there is a cost for every single one. " smoke wafts slow and steady, tails of it straying from the ends of his silvery hair. and, for a moment he seems concerned, lost in thought.  ah... what is he to do.

then, a shift, sudden as his hooved seat kneels. drawing him just a little closer to peer at whatever she's been working on, beaming with curiosity.  " enough of that for now though! we were discussing practical magic, have you any ideas? "

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