#forget me ever giving you a short reply udhsjfhakjg ok well maybe i will someday idk .. never say never and all that

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it bothered him that another had come to their aid.    and it was not for the reason one might think,    of childish reasoning such as being made to feel weak or    incapable of doing the task    they had burned their whole childhood for.    no    ━━━    it was for one reason and one only:    they were a shield and a shield should not be protected.     it should hold the heavy weight of pain,    of blood,    even death. until bruised,    broken and battered beyond recovery.    even then that shield would have to turn to sword,    sharp edges meant to cut down until nothing was left.    he could not allow himself to ever appear     as anything less than the emblem that decorated uniform dictated    he should be.    it's why heart seems to sink into stomach even when the knight offers them words of reprieve,    of a gentle reasoning for their actions   ━━━    did mikael really look that pathetic    ?  did he really look like he needed help ?   it continues to gnaw on him even when    the gallant knight     offers him another chance to repay such favor,    even when those eyes gaze upon him,    even when they look away from him.

the paladin takes a second to compose himself,    mind a flurry of thoughts while body remained at ease.    good little soldier boy.    the sword upon their hip seems to burn through their clothing.    a reminder that he was    truly sword and shield    and nothing would ever change that.    it's then with practiced ease that lips curve upwards into a smile yet    there's nothing feigned about the warmth    it exudes    ━━━   an honesty mikael could never hide.    a certain    kindness ingrained into his being    even when following a path that could and    would slowly erode that hope he clung to even now.   ❝   you're too kind.   ❞    or perhaps stuck with the same kind of oath,    that unwavering desire to be a protector even when deemed foolish.    yet his voice is gentle,    gratefulness laced around words,    eyes soften then    ━━━   emerald could never lie even if he wished to.

with hand resting upon the hilt of his sword does he follow their line of sight towards the maimed corpses,    the remains of the slaughter and    perhaps it's the way they say it    but mikael can't help the laugh that escapes lips, breaking through the tension of the situation at hand.   ❝   you needn't worry.    those of my order will be here soon and make sure it's taken care off.    and if they wouldn't i would've done it myself.   ❞   stepping across several limbs ,    boots marred with blood,    he comes to stand beside the taller knight,    head tilted slightly, gaze falling upon their companion's visage: a beautiful painting of crimson, a darling green    &.    swirling red within that green and then:    starlight.    ❝  rest   ?  surely you jest.  ❞     brief    moment of enchantment    broken by the amused glow within own emerald kissed hues as he begins to walk ahead,    following the winding street,    leading them away from the slaughter and gore.

❝   one such as i does not rest not when i can be called upon at a moment's notice.    i shall rest when my duty has ended.   ❞    a dramatic pause,    a tinge of mischievousness settling within simper.    ❝   that sounded    rather intense    did it not   ?   fear not,    i rest when it's needed.    i am no good otherwise.    now that i have accepted    your proposal of a supposed break    what do you wish for us to do,    oh stranger knight.     you do not seem from here,    i would've known one who carries the colors you do.    and one with such prowess as well.    this daring knight that came to my rescue,    i am curious.   ❞ ⊱ @knghted, cont.   ⊰