#ig being the same age forever leads to mass murder 😭‼️

[sword-and-sorrow]

For one of the first times since they’d met, Alexander found himself fully disagreeing with Isabella, shaking his head with a quiet, “no, what the fuck, Isabella….this is serious, t-this is your life we’re talking about. I….oh god” before lunging forward to pull her into a bracing hug. Even though he claimed that he himself was fine, soon enough a few tears were landing on Isabella’s shoulder.

Pulling away with a shaky sigh, he shook his head again with a broken laugh and a, “you sick bastard, you made me fucking cry” before punching her lightly. Realising she likely wanted to forget about it all, Alexander grinned at her with a, “we should go see how many people we can swindle out of money at the bar.”

Not wanting to talk about the fact that he likely couldn’t play the lute like usual downstairs, he instead rose to his feet and willed his hands to still as he picked up his coat and instrument.

Isabella thought her feet might fall off from the way they kept rubbing against the leather if her boots but she didn't voice that. Instead, she pressed on with hardly a grunt of pain.

Her companion, an empty-headed bard with a penchant for getting on her nerves, was playing with his idiotic instrument as they marched through the brush.

"Quiet," Bella said suddenly. "Do you hear that?"

A moment passed. The only sound was the birds and the squirrels in the trees.

"That's what we should be hearing. Pipe down."

Alexander, who was fiddling around on his lute and occasionally serenading whatever small wildlife crossed their path, immediately stopped in his path when Isabella commanded him to be quiet.

Eyes wide and mouth slack as he awaited some kind of danger, he scowled at Isabella when he realised her motive, resuming his strumming with a, “you simply don’t appreciate my talents. You know, someday you’ll wake up and I’ll be gone, my heart wrenching music and I. That’ll be a day for you!”

He himself was exhausted, voicing his concerns every so often with a whiny, “aw, can’t we stop? I need to look beautiful, not all covered in dirt and scabby.” as he’d bump up against Isabella. However, he kept going nonetheless, him and his stupidly extravagant self.

@hellachaotic