#Stormwind Guard

[eluviannaa]

At today's Stormwind Thieves Market in Moonbrook, Westfall.

Elu occasionally sells items at a few events, and along with the exchange, gives patrons a mysterious pebble. A calling card of sorts, either to her directly or the physical location of Curses & Curios in Boralus.

The pebble itself is a TRP3e item that's actually pretty fun. It usually invites some discussion—sometimes exchanging cards with another unsavory character—but I had a curious one today that was a bit... more.

While I absolutely love doing these events for their own sake, in the back of my mind what I think would be really interesting is these small interactions leading to sinister rp later. And today, I had my first one eeeeee

[terranlloyd]

LFRP - Terran Lloyd

The Basics –––

Full Name: Terran Dalben Lloyd Age: 45 Gender: Male (He/Him) Race: Stormwindian Human (Westfall) Alignment: Lawful Good In-game Names: Arcanesmith (MG), Hatsmith (MG), Telva (WrA) Full Backstory: https://www.bhb.contact/arcanesmith/bio

Physical Appearance –––

Art: refsheet.net/TerranLloyd Hair: Natural Ginger Eyes: Blue Height: 5'7" Build: Buff Nerd Common Accessories: His signature Blue n Gold Hat. Voice Claim: None; however, Shannon Mcormick as Ozpin & Agent Washington is rather close.

Personal –––

Birthplace: Westfall, Lloyd Family Farm Residence: Eastcrest Estate, Elwynn Forest Profession: Arcane Blacksmith, Kirin Tor Magus Hobbies: Writing, Swordsmanship, Arcane Research, Teaching Languages: Fluently Speaks Common, has a light grasp of Thalasian, and utilizes Arcane Magic to help bridge further gaps in knowledge. Religion: Not strictly religious, but has a respect for the Light. Fears: The Void, Loss of loved ones, Dragons.

Relationships –––

Spouse: @arcane-artisan Children: Twins - Medwyn & Teleria Lloyd. Parents: Both deceased. Father during the First War, Mother during the Cataclysm. Siblings: None. Pets: See Below

Traits –––

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

RP Hooks –––

Eastcrest Coalition - Terran Lloyd is a founding member and leader of Eastcrest Coalition. The Coalition is formed of three minor noble houses and aims to bring wares and commerce to Stormwind Kingdom while safeguarding her borders. The Blue Hat Blacksmith - As his primary source of income, Terran Lloyd works as an Arcane Blacksmith, mass producing mundane weapons and armor and crafting custom enchanted weapons and tools. If your character is looking for something crafted, Terran can either get it done, or knows a guy who can (no promises you won't be sent on a quest for reagents!) Arcane Articulated - In his free time, Terran writes books on Arcane Magic, best known for his series Arcane Articulated which highlights the fundamentals of Arcane Magic and the casters who use it. Rumor has it a new edition is on its way to shelves ... eventually.

Contact Information ––– –

You can contact me on Discord, Twitter, Tumblr, or in game. Discord - BlueHatMan#4547 Twitter - https://twitter.com/LloydTerran Tumblr - Uh ... this post.

Thanks for reading this far, you get a cookie.

[consequencesofargentdawn]

So long story short, I joined Argent Dawn earlier this year and had my fair share of ups and downs with the server. A good friend of mine in the guild I'm in mentioned the "Stormwind City Guard" in the Discord chat the other day and most veterans got a little ranty over it but didn't give enough context on who or what they were, care to fill in a bit?

This may in fact be an innocent case of misidentification. There has been many, MANY 'Stormwind City Guard' guilds. Some have had almost identical names "Stormwind Guards" vs "Stormwind City Guard" vs "Stormwind City Guards" and variations.

The reason likely is however there have been deep problems with the 'Guard rp' scene for quite some time. We won't delve too deep into things but once it was realised by many less scrupulous players that they could achieve a power fantasy with Guard RP they decided to dip their hands into it for that purpose.

Primarily there are two types from this branch, those aligned with the Royal Court cabal (the DiCU as we call them) and those who are essentially set up to aggrandize the ego of the leader and their buddies (who are always the officers of said guilds). These players have been known to, proven to have and in many cases still do cause great disruption, outright harassment and generally promote an incredibly insular and toxic mindset. RP is a competition for them, how many people can they get to obey their nonsense trite 'law books', how many people can they get to accept their 'martial law' and 'lockdown rp' (the latter, highly insensitive when done during the height of the Covid pandemic no less).

To call them roleplayers is actually insulting to actual roleplayers, those who play a role, a character. These people generally play themselves in a sort of lionized version of their real world persona - evident by their constant drawing from real world law enforcement tropes rather than draw from what is right in front of them.

Guard RP can be good, but the inherent nature of RP (that being two parties operating in mutual consent of one another's boundaries) means playing a character which has implicit executive authority over another character by virtue of what they are doing is rife for misuse.

[eldridgecandell]

🎯 -What do they do best?

Stormwind sewers were known for many things, the most obvious of course being the smell and the rats. Big, hungry, and angry bastards who haunted the city canals like robber bands in the countryside. But as big as the rats were out in the air, they were nothing compared to the ones lying in wait under the cobble stone.

Kobolds.

"Fuckin ratters," muttered the armored man as he slogged through the muck of the undercity. His light mail batted down tight to his lean frame as he rubbed at the lenses of his goggles, the green glass glowing brightly in the dark.

A grunt would match the goggled soldier from the thick set dwarf ahead of him, his beard rolled up tight and tied over his bald head. His own dark eyes glowing slightly in the low light, a soft glowing rod in one hand and a short mace in the other.

One last grunt would answer 'goggles' as the woman yanked her thick, stone axe from the hacked up corpse. A simple weapon for sure that looked far to big for her frame or hands, but the same soft glowing runes that dotted the face of it lit her own eyes as she looked back to the pair. Her face though grim held a certain air of pride in her work. "You complain to much."

"Yeah, and you get way to much into this shit, Duun" muttered the man again as he checked his short sword and swiveled his head about the tunnel.

"I'm not good at many things," the woman replied as she kicked the beast over to the side of the tunnel, pushing it back into a pile of it's former companions. Away from the water. "You got the marker?"

The dwarf stumped over to the wall, lifting his glowing rod to rub against the stone in quick movement the number '8'. "Eight, righ?"

Setting the axe head to the ground, Cheryl Duun would nod as she did a quick count of the bodies. "Yep, eight of em."

The inquisitor turned rat catcher would stretch out with a soft groan as her back let out a series of pops and cracks, the axe easily swung about to rest on her shoulder. An angular face, lined with deep frown lines and scars to match the dark circles under her azure tinged eyes. Sleep after this work should be necessary, but only the drink seemed to add to the grim look her face always kept now.

Sleep. Work. Kill. Drink. Sleep.

It was a simple life and not one she expected, but followed none the less in the underbelly of Stormwind City.

Scrawled into the stone the green glowing '8' burned softly and steadily above the pile of kobolds. The three hunters hefted their gear and adjusted soaked cloth masks as they began to stalk their beat again.

@nixalegos

[electricelunite]

Conversations with myself.

[tristayranambrosio]

Things Forgotten and Reforged Part 3

It was sunset into proper dusk and twilight when the bard walked the cobblestones of the Lion’s Rest. Trist could walk them in his sleep even after years of absence. Somewhere in the distance he heard a harper playing having staked his claim to one of the white marble walls, echoing in the natural acoustic shell that the half moon memorial fountain created. The memories rushed back, the joy… but so much of it soured now… he’d once been determined to play through the pain, sing, perform, smile, dance… Be the one that was above emotions, that would never let the barbs and attempts to bully him show the damage they inflicted. And in the end it hadn’t been those… but rather someone who he’d loved with all himself who’d lied, who’d made him a monster… the same Bard that now hooded himself lest someone see that “Trist’Ayran, the Fountain Bard” had returned at long last to his post. No couples orbited each other tonight, his old spot mercifully unoccupied apart from a Light-forged mage reading with a sneer on her face at what she was paging through, a human con-man in a top hat sewing tricks into the inner lining of a vest, and a druid in feline form slumbering on one of the benches.

He was Alone.

“Hello Fountain.” He murmured in that decibel that was so soft no one that was any further than his shoulder could hear, “I’m sorry I’ve not come to sing you your Lullaby all these years.”

Trist scrubbed at his face feeling a rush of tears threaten now. Every night… for almost a year he had sung those soft words of goodnight to the trickle of pure water that spilled from bowl to bowl… and the weight of every missed evening crashed onto his thoughts with a guilt that he did not expect. What had happened to all the friends he’d made here? The students he had taught? The laughs… the dancing… the moments that made the Fountain so much more than a fountain, the night he thought he could fly when every voice around him sang the same words.

They’d taken that from him… now the fountain was just… stones… and water… and bushes he’d tackled lovers into… shadows he’d memorized in the hedges and branches… lines on the marble.

He looked up and spoke softly, as if the burbling fountain could understand, “I cherish every moment beside you you know? Even the hurts… even the moments where people hated me… punished me… broke me… Because you’re the place I met and loved so many. Thank you for staying when they’re all gone…”

There was a moment he thought maybe he was going mad speaking to an inanimate water-feature… but he kept on, “I don’t know if I ever told you how much I owe you for those moments I would never take back… especially the one where I met him…”

The fountain burbled as the last of daylight faded behind the horizon leaving Trist alone to speak to the dark, whispering secrets to the silvery catchlights that ran seamlessly like glass down the tiers of the white marble bowls, meeting them as he would the eyes of a dearly missed friend.

“I’m marrying him… Well… again, We’ve been wed since the night I shared his soul with mine… when I felt him reach a part of my broken heart and place each piece back together… He made me whole… but he found me singing behind our mask… stars what a show I could put on…” He managed a rueful laugh but reached out to touch the lip of the fountain’s base and asked gently, “May I please?”

As if in response to Trist’s soft request the old Grey-white fountain burbled and caught his attention just over a shattered bauble of broken glass in the darkest hue of violet and blue that was amid the coppers and silvers of those wishing for something. Trist hadn’t wanted to take anyone’s wishes… but he retrieved the old glass with a sweep of his hand into the fountain’s deepest base and looked up at it again. “Thank you…” Trist would normally have hurried off… but this place… He felt rooted to the marble like he had been a part of the stone and the water and the melancholy breeze that perpetually swept through… the harper that had been playing was gone and it was only the Bard and the stars… the place painfully silent, the emptiness of it hallowing him out before he sang softly. “Weep you no more sad fountains

What need you flow so fast?

Look haw the snowy mountains

Heaven's sun doth gently waste

But my sun's heavenly eyes

View not your weeping

That now lies sleeping

Softly, softly, now softly

Softly lies sleeping

Sleep is a reconciling

A rest that peace begets

Doth not the sun rise smiling

When fair at ev'n he sets?

Rest you then, rest, sad eyes

Melt not in weeping

While she lies sleeping

Softly, softly, now softlySoftly lies sleeping…”

Every line drew a soft sob or whimper from him, trying to suppress each to no avail. And clutched his finding tight enough to leave an imprint of its shape on his hand.

He composed himself and cleared his throat, and in his most desperate attempt at the lightness he had put on for months as he forced his fingers to pluck strings when the music was like wringing blood from a stone… “Goodnight Fountain…”

Trist then stood, adjusted his cloak, and vanished into the streets of Stormwind once more. To those with the keenest eyes, some would see the shadow of broken wings cast behind the bard, slowly re-knitting themselves into something whole the further he walked from his old stage.

[nonsensesnap]

• through the night we protect •

[keladryhawklight]

The Storm

27 Nov, After Midnight Kel stepped out of the Hospital, moving to a bench just outside of the doors. A cup of coffee was clutched in her hands, her beaten tin mug that accompanied her just about everywhere. Dropping onto the bench, she let out a long low sigh and set the cup down on the arm of the bench. Her scrubs were splattered with blood, dried and drying, her hair was sweat stained, and her hands shook like the very devil. It had been a very long night indeed, one filled with the screams of pain, shock, and fear of the injured souls streaming in from another attack on the city.

Dracthyr, humans, worgen and elves had littered the floor of the hospital, triaged in the first ward and then passed into level one care, which was the easiest of wounds to treat, level two care, which included burns, shrapnel injuries and wounds to suture and stitch, and then the level three critical care, which included immediate and emergency lifesaving surgical intervention. She had spent hours in the Level Three critical care ward, up to her elbows in innards. Patient after patient, they had meticulously rotated the room within minutes, every one of the pitching in to re-sanitize the room after every patient had been transported out. They had about ten minutes to turn the room around, take a breath, and start it all over again. But done it they had.

Her head fell back against the wall the bench sat against, and she closed her eyes for a brief moment of repose.

Hopefully, the violence would de-escalate again. It had to, she reasoned.

[electricelunite]

Vibes ♥

COLOR WALK

[thebaronfelidae]

Phos

He/him

Well, here goes nothing.

Phos is a half vulpera, half sethrak hybrid born to a vulperan medicine lady and a sethraki priest. Obviously this did not slide with either race so the family was heavily mistreated and the dad was imprisoned. The mom was tough as nails but giving birth to twins who are both covered in scales was not an easy task, especially since her family left her to give birth alone. When she passed the clan took Pho's brother Aladdin in to be a new magic user while they dumped Pho in the desert. He was found by a hyena named Drust and was brought back to her clan were she was second in command. Phos is able to communicate with beasts via body language and other means but is so good at it that one could easily mistake his cackles for a hyena if it weren't for his appearance. He was discovered a year later by bandits who found his talents amusing and brought him and Drust along with them, by force of course. But then they realized that he was actually good with all the pets at their camp as well and began to reteach him how to read and write as well as speak their language. They also noticed that he had the makings of a good marksman and began training him. After a couple years had past, Phos and Drust managed to sneek their way out of the camp. Phos enjoyed the company of animals over people and began to befriend any beast that was willing to accompany him and Drust in their nomadic life.

[nattvingen]

I hope whoever designed the rogue class hall mount quest (Hiding In Plain Sight) sleeps on a gentle bed of sharpened LEGOs every night.

[pookamhura]

Gnome cruises the canal district while fucked up on Inky Black.

Damn is this ever cozy whiles fucked up on Inky Black.

[the-fortyseventh]

20 Dec 22 - The NARAD Father Winterveil Patrol 

Still imagery of the troops while on patrol over the skies of Eastern Kingdoms. 

[eldridgecandell]

▼ - childhood headcanon

Matthias Candell leaned on the fence post with a sigh, his gnarled hands gently rubbing over one another as he looked out over the orchard. His blue eyes were tired but content as he watched the evening sun dapple through the leaves and touch upon each of his apples. For many years the Candells had farmed this land and though they were not rich or exactly prosperous they were content with the world they grew.

A smile crease his smooth wrinkled face as he looked among the trunks of his trees, the laughing and charging children of his children finding the same games his own had so many years ago. As he had been too as he recalled such warm autumn evenings.

"Pa," a strong voice sounded beside him as he felt the same presence in the hand that clapped him on the shoulder.

Matthias would smile as he turned to look to his son, his hand coming up to pat the same hand upon his shoulder. "Erlain my boy."

A snort of laugh came from the younger Candell as he smiled to his father, a rare sight for the guardsman but a welcome one that lifted the spirits of the parental figure. "Just Lain, Pa."

Once more the father would squeeze the hand on his shoulder, a hand not one to hold a trow or shovel but that of a dangerous sort. A sword. "I named ya Erlain after your great-grandfather Alain. Do not trouble his memory with your shortening of good fortune."

Another snort resounded but the smile did not remain as Erlain's stern face returned, the thick mustache he kept adding to the severity of his place and station. "Always the poet, Pa."

"In another life for certain," the older Candell replied as he looked back to the orchard. Matthias loved his son, but he wasn't a big fan of the life he was leading now within the city. He had wanted his boy to come back to the farm, help him and keep this place running. Enrich in the soil and quiet life. Maybe not so much for him, but for the small ones running about among the trees.

"Eld loves it here."

"So did ye."

"I do," Lain replied again as he leaned into the fence beside his father.

This would be the last quiet moment for the Candells. War would come to the kingdom from the eastern swamps. Brightwood would fall and so would pass Candell farm into dusk.

@safrona-shadowsun

[electricelunite]

14 Aug 633

The following note would arrive at the Enlisted Barracks early Monday morning, addressed to one Corporal Moogie Mixwidget. 

Mixwidget, 

You're my only hope. The idiot calls for aid. 

No seriously. I need help completing paperwork to get a project authorized. MSG Langscale won't approve paperwork unless it's ✨ perfect ✨ . And paperwork fucking sucks. Send help i m m e d i a t e l y. 

Throw me the assist and you can come play on the explosives "range". Seriously, it's fun. Come blow shit up with thermite. It's fun and we both know it.

(There unironically happens to be an old Defias bunker about 10 miles south/southwest of our location. "Range".)

I'll be taking the cannon out of the training grounds to the FOB Tuesday AM if the MSG approves it. Firing by Thursday AM barring any unfortunate events.

PVT Moonspider  (Call me Oso!)

PS: Can I call you Spicy to your face or will i die?   PPS: Don't question the request, just do it, I promise you'll have a good time.  PPPS: I hope you like music! 

[kentophilia]

✢ 𝐝𝐛𝐛: 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 ✢

here's the story of the fateful night that changed everything for our loyal knight and his beloved princess.

contains: royal!au, princess!reader, fem!reader, knight!kento, use of weapons, character death, loss, grief, reader has an older brother; word count: 1.6k

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

minors, ageless and empty blogs will be blocked immediately!!

stormwinds rattled the withered tower of your parents’ castle, old windows barely withstanding the speeds. somewhere on the grounds, yelling could be heard, screaming to find the intruders. hundreds of footsteps resonated through the halls, echoing the metallic clang of armor.

you cowered in your chambers, thin nightgown barely protecting you from the ice cold wind that was sneaking through the windows. goosebumps littered over your skin as you shivered beneath the covers. listening intently as the guards approached the private wing of your family, the royal family. fear rushed through your veins and you were suddenly aware that you were defenseless and unable to do anything.

when the guards finally made it to the chambers of each family member, to their horror, it was already too late. the queen, your mother, had been injured, your father wounded next to her body as he screamed and cried for her to stay with him. the doors to your bedroom open with a whoosh and there he was, the intruder. your blood ran cold at his appearance. a gasp caught in your throat, a shrill scream soon following.

the intruder made his way to your cowering form, your eyes screwed shut and white noise rushed in your ears at your impending end. just before he raised his weapon, you heard a clang and then a groan. slowly opening your eyes, you saw the knight banneret, kento nanami, with the cloaked man in his grasp, a knife to the unknown's throat.

your eyes met his feverish ones through his helmet as he slowly walked backwards, strong arms caging the man in. he handed him over to his fellows, watching intently as they bound the criminal’s hands and pulled him away to the dungeon.

after closing the door, he then turned back to you, pulling off his helmet and chainmail to reveal blonde tufts and smooth skin. he knelt before your bed, lowering his head.

“i’m sorry you had to witness that, princess. the criminal is now being locked away so he can do no more harm. we’re looking for possible accomplices. i’m very sad to inform that your dearest mother and father have been injured,” he murmured, loud enough for you to hear over the tumult outside of your bedroom door. he only dared to look at you when your voice reached his ears.

“w-what? what do you mean? where's the doctor?” you whimpered, eyes wide and whole body trembling. you slowly crawled out from under your sheets, shivering at the cold air hitting your damp skin. kento averted his eyes, feeling shame rush through him, his armor suddenly feeling too tight. he felt hot under the collar at your semi-exposed state, a slight blush spreading over his cheeks. ‘get yourself together, now's not the time,’ he chastised himself for the inappropriate thoughts he was having.

your brother barged in, sobbing and running towards you. he quickly grabbed a robe for you to cover yourself. “what are you doing here, kento?” he snarled, grief evident in his face and pulling you closer to him protectively. "he saved me," you sniffled.

“i just informed the princess of your parents’ state and was about to ask if you want me to accompany you to your highness’ chambers.”

your brother breathed heavily, trying to calm himself. he closed his eyes for a brief moment and you could see the bulging vein on his neck, thrumming in time with his heart.

“that'd be nice, actually,” you mused, feeling your heart skip a beat when kento looked at you with hopeful eyes. he rose to his feet, keeping his head low as your brother glared down at him. he pulled you with him in a hurry and you wrapped an arm around his waist as kento followed your steps.

there was still a lot of commotion, the search for a potential accomplice still going. you slithered through the crowd of maids and knights, slipping away to your parents’ chambers.

the doctor was already with her, your father cleaning her up to the best of his abilities, being injured himself from trying to protect her. you rushed to her side, tears burning your hot cheeks. she had barely enough energy to look at both you and your brother, turning her gaze away from her husband.

“oh, my loves. make sure to protect each other. i couldn't have asked for a better family, my dears,” she whispered, barely audible over the turbulence outside the chamber’s door. she smoothed her hand over your head as you looked at her, face stained with fresh tears emerging every other second.

“don't cry, my little dove. it'll all be okay. i love you so much,” she murmured before succumbing to her injuries and blood loss, subsequently passing away.

your heart shattered into a million pieces and you sobbed on her chest for what felt like hours before passing out from exhaustion. you could feel a soft quilted blanket cover you before you succumbed to the tiredness in your bones.

the rest of the week passed in a blur, your mother’s funeral going by without a hitch. many townspeople visited her grave, their condolences feeling both sincere and empty. there was a national holiday in her memory, with various speeches about how amazing of a woman the queen was.

if anyone asked what happened in the last week, you wouldn't be able to answer. all you felt was emptiness, not even having enough of an appetite to eat a small piece of bread. at some point, the grief and exhaustion took over you, causing you to fall unconscious in the middle of a royal meeting.

you woke up back in your chambers with a gasp. your heart and head pounding and you wondered how long you had been out. the sun is shining through the droplet-covered window. “maybe it was all just a bad dream,” you sighed, forcing your heart to slow down.

you flinched when you heard a familiar voice. “i truly wish it was, my princess,” kento spoke quietly, sitting in a chair beside your bed. he looked out of the window, watching another roll of dark clouds make their way over the horizon. “unfortunately, your highness the queen has indeed passed.”

grief struck you once again. kento turned towards you, grabbing your hands in his. “i truly wish i could turn back time and prevent it, i’m so sorry,” he murmured, warming your cold, shaky hands with his bigger ones. you looked at him, all teary and sniffly, trying to make sense of it all.

“while you were asleep, your highness the king has decided to appoint us knights to protect the royal family. just in case something like this happens again, so we can protect you better. i have been chosen to protect you, my princess. and it's my biggest honor. i shall protect you with my life if i have to,” he spoke softly as to not overwhelm you. your heart started pounding, anxious and still grieving brain already starting to rattle down the worst case scenarios.

“what'd my brother say?” you whispered, knowing that he must've protested.

kento chuckled, “he was against it, of course. he said he could protect you better and i’m sure he’s right. but your father corrected him in saying that your brother needs to be guarded himself in case of emergency.”

you smiled through your tears at your brother’s protectiveness and selflessness. he had always been very stubborn and watchful over you. with you being the younger sibling, he had always felt like it was his duty to be by your side always.

growing up, it had always annoyed you, the way he would always be on your tail and chastise you when you came back reeking from the stables after sneaking away to see kento. he would usher you to the bath, giving strict orders to the maids to not let you out of their sight so often.

not even your parents had been that strict, you would always be on time with your studies, always polite to everyone and constantly being fawned over by the older ladies in the castle. they would be proud of the fact they had raised you both in that kind of loving environment. and even prouder to see both of you growing into prince and princess that would lead the country after them.

while your brother would always watch your step inside the castle, outside of it, it was kento’s domain. not that they'd ever fight, they were the closest of friends, but their claim over their respective territory would be obvious. they would practice their combat skills together, with you watching and keeping score. you and him would sneak glances toward each other, cheeks getting hot. but his focus would never falter, he could win against your brother with his eyes closed – and did.

it was only natural for your father to choose kento to protect you. that fateful night, it was him who had caught the intruder and rendered him helpless right in front of you. it was him who made sure you were unharmed and safe. and it was him who had brought you back to your chambers after passing out from crying. it showed the king (and the prince) that kento was willing to do everything and anything for you.

“i trust you with my life, kento.” fresh, hot tears started running down your burning cheeks. you felt kento’s calloused hands caress yours.

“i know. and i won't ever betray you, i promise. i will lay down my life if it means i can protect you.”

a/n: a little backstory for the main players in this story :3 it's probably not historically accurate but i hope you enjoy!! thank you again to @sataeru for the title of the whole series, i love you so much! can't wait to work on the rest of the series soon!! @awealuc @erebus-et-eigengrau @ssetsuka

networks: @houseofsolisoccasum @interstellar-inn

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