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Just Do It | Jim Lake Jr.

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Warning(s): kissing?

I wanted to write something for Jim, I’m not the best writer but I can barely find anything for him here. Love you <3

“Jim, just ask her! You’re pretty much soulmates as it is, it was bound to happen!” Tony whisper-yelled as he, Jim, Amelia and Claire walked to Jim’s house after training with Blinky and Arggghhh at Troll Market. Sure, it was hilarious watching his best friend stare with heart eyes while Amelia swung her sword at him, winning either way because Jim just couldn’t stay focused, but he had to do something about it.

“No! We talked about this, I’m okay with being friends.” Jim whispered back, but just saying the word friends seemed to physically hurt him.

It’s been some time since it all started, since they found the amulets, since they beat Bular, and especially since Blinky explained to Jim and Amelia that they were the Trollhunter and Trollhuntress, destined to fight and stay together through everything the world would throw at them.

But even knowing that, the two never acted on their feelings. They have protected each other in battle, they stuck together through thick and thin, yet just the thought of saying ‘I like you’ could make the both of them turn red.

“Oh come on, just admit it. You’re in love with her and want her to be your girlfriend. It’s not that big of a deal, you guys are the definition of meant to be!” Toby gave his friend a small smile and a nudge, giggling when Jim’s eyes widened and he checked if Claire and Amelia heard anything.

Fortunately for him, the girls were deep in their own conversation, though Amelia still gave him a small smile when she noticed his gaze on her. Jim returned the sweet gesture before looking back to his best friend, hoping she didn’t take notice of his reddening cheeks, oblivious to the fact that she was doing the exact same thing.

The group walked up to Jim’s house, waiting patiently for him to open the door before walking in. “Hey Jim, you still got Claire’s guacamole from Wednesday?” Amelia asked as they all put down their bags by the stairs. “I was thinking, maybe we could eat it with a bag of nachos.”

“Yeah, sure! You guys stay here, I’ll bring it out in a minute.” Jim said with a smile, walking towards the kitchen while Claire and Toby walked over to the living room and sat down to talk.

“I’ll come help!” Amelia exclaimed with a grin, following him into the kitchen.

“Thanks.” Jim smiled as he grabbed the plastic container with the guacamole, putting it on the counter and opening it.

Amelia opened the snack cabinet and grabbed the bag of nachos, leaving it on the counter next to the guacamole. She took out two large bowls from the lower cabinet and set them on the counter. Jim started scooping out the guacamole into one of the bowls with a wooden spoon while Amelia opened the bag of nachos and poured them into the other bowl. The two worked around the kitchen quietly and in synch, all the fighting together seemed to make them practically harmonic when it came to working together. They knew what the other was going to do without having to say a word.

They allowed a comfortable silence to take over until Jim put the container in the sink and Amelia finally decided to ask the question that was on her mind.

“So…what were you and Toby talking about on the way here?” She asked, making Jim freeze before taking a deep breath and turning around to look at her.

Maybe I should just tell her?

Toby said It’s not that big of a deal. Anyway, who knows? She might even say yes.

Yeah…nope.

“Oh, It’s nothing, Toby just kept insisting about me doing this thing that I don’t really want to do.” Jim shrugged, giving her a small smile.

That’s good, now we’ll just take out the snacks and nothing will happen, there is no need to panic.

“Really? What is it that you don’t want to do? you seemed pretty nervous just talking about it.” Amelia questioned with a small tilt of her head. So subtle yet so endearing to the boy in front of her. “Maybe I can help?”

Why does she have to be such a good person?

“Oh, i don’t really think you could help with this,” He said, before his eyes widened as he realized how bad that must sound. “I mean, it’s just…this thing I don’t want to do kind of includes you.” He confessed, moving around her to lean against the counter with his back to it, and she followed his movements so that now they were standing side to side, Jim gripping the wooden counter nervously as he thought of what to say.

“It does?” Amelia’s eyebrows furrowed. “How come?”

“Well, you see.” He once again took in a deep breath before exhaling and turning on his side so he could look at her properly. Seeing this, she turned as well, looking up at him and waiting for his explanation, and Jim knew that he couldn’t give an excuse, not this time.

He wanted, no, he needed to tell her. “I have these…feelings, and they’re really strong, like, I just can’t ignore them. And Toby thinks I should tell you about them because…” Amelia nodded encouragingly and he closed his eyes, scared to see her reaction.

Just spit it out.

“Because those feelings are for you.”

There were a few seconds of silence, before he felt her hand grab his, and he hesitantly allowed her to intertwine their fingers. “Jim?” Amelia said, and of course, he just had to open his eyes to look at her. The way she looked at him made him feel as if his heart was going to jump out of his chest. She just had that effect on him. “If this means what I think it does,” He gave a small nod of confirmation. “Then I like you too.”

“You-you do?” He asked, making the smile on her face widen as she nodded. “You do! You like me! You actually like me“ He announced, letting go of her hand in order to wrap his arms around her and twirl her around. “This is-this is amazing!”

“Jim! Put me down!” Amelia laughed happily as she wrapped her hands around his neck so she wouldn’t fall, though she knew he wouldn’t let that happen.

“Right, right.” Jim quickly put let her down, but neither of them let go of the other. “It’s just, this is, I could just-!” He looked into Amelia eyes, and gave her a small smile as one of his moved upwards and cupped her cheek. “Can I kiss you?” Jim said in a voice that was barely more than whisper. He needed confirmation that this was real, that he wasn’t dreaming and was about to wake up to the sound of his alarm clock. He needed some sort of a pinch, and he needed it from her.

Amelia smiled and nodded, leaning forward as Jim did the same, meeting in the middle. It was better than he could’ve ever imagined, the feeling of her soft lips pressing against his, one hand on her waist and the other holding her cheek while both of hers conjoined on the back of his neck.

I’m not dreaming.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Jim whispered quietly after he pulled away from the kiss, not daring to move too far, just in case.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend, Jim.” Amelia said with with a smile, and pecked him on the lips.

“Yes!” Toby yelled.

“Finally!” Claire cheered, pumping a fist in the air.

Jim and Amelia quickly turned around to see their best friends’ heads poking from the kitchen door. Toby and Claire walked over to them, each grabbing a bowl from the counter. “Took you guys long enough.” Claire gave her friend a small nudge, giggling when she saw her blush.

“Now come on, we’re going to watch Tangled.” Toby called out as he walked out of the kitchen and towards the living room, giving Jim a wink on his way.

“We chose it while you got the snacks.” Claire said as she walked out, allowing the two to have a few moments to themselves before joining them.

“Well, I do love Tangled.” Amelia grinned, taking Jim’s hand in hers.

“Probably because of Flynn Rider.” He said with a smile as they walked to the living room.

“His name is Eugene.” Amelia and Claire retorted in unison just as the now couple sat down, making Jim chuckle.

[theeio]

ToA commissions I did! Thank you so much for your support🥺🥰🥰

@everlastingfable

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[zynxsone]

I'm gonna re draw this, and COLORED

(DO NOT REPOST MY ART WITHOUT PERMISSION AND WITHOUT CREDITS)

[senkobingus]

Is anyone in the TOA fandom alive rn 😭 also Krel brainrot real

[yoshis-island420]

can you draw Draal? 🥹

Very quick doodle through commissions! Love to add my oc, Ruth, in some of them lol

I love Draal! He’s one of my favorites :] (and also one of the main reasons why I’m re watching the series lol)

[thosetrollkids]

these women have not left my brain in WEEKS. WEEKS I TELL YOU!

hello everyone welcome to the Tivmura train :3 ever since creating Tivur's design (here), i've played with her and Nomura (at first as a one night fling, which if you know me, evolved into more very quickly NJDKJSNDJSD) and so now i am obsessed, and have multiple drawings. this one's based on a quick sketch i did recently :)

commissions are open! / my kofi

[thedeadly1200]

I haven't posted much about them, sorry school is consuming me, once I'm more free from everything, I'll finish all my pending drawings!! 🫶

[sweet-void-princess]

Here's an art dump of my redesigned Lumi (feat a cute scene with Angor💙)

( @an-autistic-dweeb you wanted to see them hehe)

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Y'all finally get to see these two kiss!!!^^

( Likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated,I wanna be an able to grow my account )

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Please 😭🤚 I won't justify myself for this, eat my cucumber.

[magus95]

Ready for Halloween. And yes, she is una diabla.

Oh, I miss drawing them so much. I wouldn't have the time and the head-

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

I'll never leave you again | Angor Rot

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CHAPTER ONE

- Angor - The trolless called out as she entered the cave she and her husband inhabited. Their previous cave had been raided by Gunmar's evil forces and the whole village had to flee and wander to find a new place to live. Away from the wars so that the children could grow up in peace, so that the parents did not have to worry about whether their children would return home, or whether the older trolls would be thrown out of the house and beaten to death by Gummies who were looking for a moment's fun.

The woman's voice was strained and the slight breaking of her voice was audible to her husband. Nothing could be hidden from him he knew her too well however he did not avert his golden eyes from the preparations for the expedition - This is a bad idea - She interjected again the blue troll looked worriedly at her beloved sensing that his plan would not work out. She had always believed in her husband but now she doubted his idea undermining his authority as leader of the fallen village of Rot, some of the village managed to escape but some were not so lucky

Those who managed to escape followed the marriage worried, the little trolls cried and the mothers tried to soothe them the men tried to soothe the stressed women. However, the way towards the safe haven was long and hard and for this reason some trolls died on the way from exhaustion their loved ones were also tired, but they stubbornly went on - This is a very bad idea Angora - The woman pleaded the further her husband did not pay attention to her

Finally long light blue claws touched her husband's stony grey skin wrapping her hands around his biceps - Please listen to me - The woman almost begged him to listen to him walker for a moment, she did not trust the sorceress she wants to go to Rot.

- I cannot defend the village of Anoana - He finally spoke up seeing her beautiful green eyes in full view, she was not now wearing her familiar headband which has a tassel on the front covering her eyes and the back of her nose however the distinctive two black claws painted from the eye to the corner of her mouth were on her cheeks - This will help me gain more strength - He confessed facing his wife

Her eyes expressed great worry and concern at the same time exhaustion caused by the trek that had stopped two days ago. They were three days ahead of Gunmar's army, but nobody knew when they would find them again and kill everyone Angor did not want to let this happen again, he had to protect the people at all costs.

He could even give up his birthstone, his soul to protect his village, his people. He could give his life for the Anoana he loved in all worlds.

The light blue troll's lips parted slightly as she raised her hand to touch her husband's cheek, who almost immediately snuggled into her palm squinting and a quiet cat-like murmur issued from his throat - How am I supposed to defend my village when I can't even protect you? - He whispered opening his eyes to encounter cuts and bruises on her body most of the wounds were on her hands and arms, when those in need were helped to get up and walk on. She had a cut on her cheek from Gumm Gumm who attacked her when she tried to help a small troll escape from the village.

He let her out of his sight for a moment and when he heard her shrill scream he froze almost immediately, when he saw Gunmar's servant standing over her and aiming his sword at her wanting to kill her in one blow or inflict as much pain as he could before she would die, he raised his stone hand and ran his finger under the cut being careful not to inflict pain on her. He was worried too, but he did what he thought was right

- The expedition won't take more than two days, we'll still have a day's head start on Gunmar before he finds us - He whispered and his eyes jumped from the cuts on her body to her green eyes

She clenched her jaw tighter looking at him almost appraisingly - Why don't you let me swim with you? - She whispered, coming closer to him - Let me help you - she whispered even more quietly than before raising her other hand to take both stone hands on his cheeks she had to stand on tiptoe to reach, Anoana and Angor were similar in stature they were almost humanoid, their bodies were similar to human bodies more than other trolls they were tall and slim but Rot was taller than his wife.

She barely reached his shoulder however this did not stop them from indulging in affection every day, Anoana gently tilted her head to get a better look at him from a different angle, she wanted to know the answer to her question. She could see Angor's thoughts churning as he thought of an answer that would satisfy her, he sighed heavily through his nose - It's dangerous you know that - He whispered, the woman's hands clasped tighter on his cheeks, he knew she did not accept his words at that moment - Someone must take care of the serfs while I am away - he added after a while hoping that his wife would loosen the grip on his cheeks

- In that case, don't go," she persisted, not wanting to let him go, sensing that something bad would happen. She would be angry with herself if something happened to him she could even say that she would never forgive herself for not being beside him when he gets hurt and vice versa - Stay. Angora please - Anoana still begged him hoping that he would change her husband's mind but she knew him too well and for too long she knew that he was stubborn and wanted to do well, but the black nightmare was standing over her trying to warn her of the danger that was just waiting for her attention Angora

- It will be alright, love - he whispered lifting her chin gently to press his nose to her forehead - Before you know it I will be back with magic and we can live without fear of Gunmar finding us and killing us - he whispered into her forehead, she closed her eyes feeling his nose pressed against her forehead before she had time to respond or enjoy the touch that was meant to reassure her he moved away tucking the last things into the pouch in his belt.

- If I do not return in two days, find a market and stay there with our people - whispered Angor standing at the exit, he was worried about his wife, he could not imagine how she was worried about him but he would not like his nightmare to come true, if Gunmar attacked again he would not have enough strength to fight back. He would not want his wife to die in agony as well as his subjects, he was worried about everyone - It is safe in the market place, please go there with our subjects - he added after a while

- As soon as you are in the market place I will be waiting for us there - He confessed without giving her room for argument or any other words she looked at the ground when he said this without being brave enough to look at her worried green eyes. When he finally got the courage to look at her one last time she said nothing just watched him walk away.

As he looked ahead, as he walked through the middle of the temporary encampment his people had set up he could feel their gaze on him as they looked at him in awe of his courage and sacrifice, no one else would ever dare to look for Morgana. No one would ever dare to ask Morgane for the power she possessed.

As Angor passed through the camp every Troll when they saw the leader bowed gently but this time everyone knelt on one knee lowering their heads low in homage to him and silently conveying their gratitude that he was trying to help them even at the risk of his own life. Even if his wife does not like it and is forced to watch the stature of her beloved disappear somewhere over the horizon.

- I didn't believe you would let him go - A voice beside Anoana spoke up and footsteps approaching her made her realise that her best friend stood beside her as she stared dully at the horizon behind which Angor had disappeared, she didn't even know when the sun was slowly setting - How are you feeling? - Asked quietly Idun gently stroking her friend's shoulder looking with worried eyes as Anoana started to look around realising that she had been standing in one position for hours and was still looking at the path that Angor had followed

- Hopeless - Anoana wheezed, turning her head towards Idun she was young she had dark purple skin and her long black hair was tied in a high step that filled the space between her horns which curled at the ends in spirals. Idun stood out from the other girls, she wore dresses that had cuts on her thighs and on her shoulders she constantly wore a belt in which she had various vials of healing potions and poisons pinned. The time of war has caused the young troll to carry vials with her every time she will be able to defend herself however they are usually hidden in a pouch clipped to her belt. On her back was often a bow, which now lay safely in her temporary shelter but still close enough to the weapon to reach for it as quickly as possible during an attack.

Indun had violet eyes of exceptional beauty, however, she was personally ashamed of them, as it was rare for a troll to be born with violet eyes - I don't know how to feel - Mumbled the older woman after a while, Anoana was older than Indun by at least a hundred years but the two women were friends and were inseparable sometimes Angor claimed that Anoana adopted Indun, as the younger troll was more willing to be in the company of his wife than his own parents.

This made Angor feel jealous at times, however, he would not admit to wanting his wife's attention so much and not wanting to share it. It's not that he didn't like Indun hell he liked this kid he taught her how to hunt and cook good food optionally weaving in teachings on how to be a good leader and how to be a good troll. Anoana and Angor acted as parents in Indun's life without even knowing it the young troll suffered when they weren't there, the purple troll's parents weren't the best or the worst she herself didn't know at what level to define them as they didn't give her the attention the young troll needed

They were not interested in what she was doing all day long

They were not interested in what new things she learned from the village chief

Her parents lived their own lives and all she could do was feel like a fifth wheel but Angor and Anoana effectively made her find the light in her life again and every day she stood with new hope that Angor taught her something new and maybe Anoana would take her with her to look for ingredients for potions or they would learn new spells together.

- Do you think she will get what she wants? - asked Indun quietly, worrying about the older troll as much as Anoana who looked again at the horizon of trees behind which Angor had disappeared. The trolls had a problem with sunlight because as soon as the sun's rays fell on their stony skin it painfully burned their skin turning them into real stone taking away the colour of life that had previously shone in their eyes, which would later turn into grey and emotionless stone - Is Morgana even alive? Does she exist? - asked the younger troll, stopping from foot to foot

- They say that Morgana fell into the ocean because of King Arthur, there is no chance that she will survive - muttered Indun, looking at the trees, in whose shade they would hide to protect themselves from the world and the sunlight. Anoana shook her head - Don't believe these rumours sun - confessed quietly Anoana turning her body towards the younger troll putting her hand on her shoulder for Indun to turn towards her - You see, before Gunmar attacked our village we fished a man out of the sea - recalled the older woman correcting the belt that was wrapped around the younger troll's shoulder - We said a prayer for the man to survive and the goddesses of this world would make her still alive –

- Did they succeed? Did they bring her back to life? - Indun interjected by tilting her head tightly clenching her jaw. Anoana merely smiled and shook her head

- 'It was the decision of the goddesses we have not been able to see if they restored the soul of the woman from the sea,' Anoana confessed quietly, she lifted her hand from the younger troll's shoulder and embraced her cheek stroking the stony skin beneath her eye - 'But we believe that the woman found renewed peace in the world of the living or perhaps she only now knew peace in the world of the dead,' whispered the older troll, she leaned over to press her forehead against the younger troll's forehead - 'And you believe it,' she whispered closing her eyes

Indun looked for a moment at Anoana who presses her blue forehead against hers, the younger troll followed Anoana's lead and also closed her eyes - Of course - whispered the younger troll, after a few seconds they moved away from each other - So now you are in a leadership role? - asked the teenage troll curiously - You mean I can be your right hand? - Indun raised an eyebrow and Anoana dryly giggled while shaking her head

- 'You're too young to be my right hand,' the older trolless giggled as she headed towards the other subordinates Indun took one last look towards the forest sighing heavily at Angor's departure from the village, the young troll hoped that Rot would find what he needed and that the legend of Morgana would not be a mere fairy tale to keep the spirit of the children to believe that there was still magic. The young troll turned on its heel and with long and quick steps tried to catch up with Anoane without having to run up but failed.

- So what is the plan? - asked Indun as she followed the older woman, looking under her feet to avoid falling over tree roots

Anoana only sighed heavily - He instructed us to go to the market place - she confessed quietly - That is reasonable. He said that by the time we get there, he will be waiting for us there - with that the time leader muttered - It makes sense, it will take us two days to get to the market and he will have time to get the magic from Morgana and come back - Anoana shrugged her shoulders wanting to believe what he was saying but stress and uncertainty coursed through her veins as she thought about it more intensely

Indun followed Anoana seeing her shoulders tense and her back as she artificially straightened up pretending to be calm and everything was going according to plan however Indun knew that Angor's wife was worried about him and the expedition he had not taken her on with him. The younger troll watched as the blue trolless moved by the villagers ordering them to get ready to go to the market again, Indun only watched as Anoana began to rule this temporarily over the people of the fallen village of Rot.

The younger troll swallowed hard and went off on her own to pack up her belongings left over from Gunmar's raid on the village of Rot, it is not that Indun did not want to comfort Anoana or see that the older troll needed it, but she began to think that her words would be unnecessary and Anoana would not accept help anyway to calm her thoughts and satisfy the storm that was coursing through her veins.

[toad-in-a-trenchcoat]

Imma take 5 total doodle requests/asks this weekend- specifically related to either my cave spooks of my boxtroll!Eggs au (or changeling Jim idea I have)

[yoshis-island420]

A few hours late, but happy Halloween everyone <3

Here’s some alternative versions of the drawing! Took me a while to get Bular’s horns right. But it was worth it :]

I also apologise for the absence! Been having trouble with drawing and finding will to live in general these days. But everything is fine now! I’m also cooking something up that will include these two. ;]

[sofiafantasies]

"Jim!"

She ran down the paths of Trollmarket, worried for the aftermath. "Jim stop!" All she knew is that she could not lose the one person who truly cared for her. "Were not gonna make it!" Toby yelled as he ran as well. Claire furrowed her eyebrows with a frown. "We are!" She yelled back. Blinky was also running.

They all ran towards the door where the Killahead bridge was stored. "Master Jim!" Blinky pleaded. On the other side the Trollhunter, Jim ran up to the switch, clicking it as the rest of his team had already caught up to him. The doors began to close, cutting Nevada, Claire, Toby, and Blinky off.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Toby asked as he stopped infront of the closing door. "Jim, don't!" Claire pleaded. "Jim, please. I need you!" Nevada cried as she banged her fist on the stone door. Tears in her eyes. Her curly hair moved due to the force. Getting in her face but she didn't care. She has more important things to attend to.

"Jim, stop!" Claire cried, Jim disappearing behind the doors. "Jim, no! You promised we'd go together!" Nevada said angrily, her other fist pounded against the door as Jim leaned on the other side, voice breaking. "The amulet chose me." He looked down at the other amulet in his hand. "I can't lose any more of you." He pushed himself away from the door, running to the bridge.

Nevada pounded and kicked against the door as Blinky inspected it. Soon Toby and Claire joined in the pounding. "Maybe I can manually override the lock." As Blinky attempted, Jim raised the amulet, the device floating and twisting until it locked itself into the bridge. It shot out a blue stream of light, the bridge magically builds itself as blue lightning shoots from the amulet, causing Jim to shield his face.

He groans and looks up from behind his arms. "Whoa." Jim breathed out, now standing in front of a complete bridge, the portal finally open. "Come on, Jimbo! We're a team! Don't do this!" Toby cried through the door. "I'm sorry! I have to finish the fight. Alone." He began to step to the portal, Kanjigar's words clouding his mind.

"But the amulet chose me." He looked down, readying himself right as the doors began to open. Nevada, Blinky, Claire, and Toby came charging in, hoping to stop him. "Jim!" Claire yelled. "Im sorry." Jim added before he let his body fall through the portal, Claire's voice still reaching him.

"No! Jim!" Nevada ran to the portal but got stopped by Blinky. He held her in fear that she would jump and tried to get him back. "Jim." She whispered in dread. "Jim!" Toby yelled. "Master Jim, what have you done?" Blinky asked, holding a horrified Nevada.

In the Darklands, Jim stepped to a cliffside, peering down at the vast world in front of him, a vortex formed farthest away. He donned the Eclipse blade, letting it circle in his hand. Jim slid the sword against his back and clenched his teeth. "Get ready, Gunmar." From Jim's determined face, it changed to Nevada's horrified face.

She had Just watched her step-brother fall into his death. From her horrified face, it changed into the amulet which its arms were spinning rapidly.

[an-autistic-dweeb]

Healing

WARNINGS⚠️!: Mentioned loss of limbs, mentioned stabbing, depressive thoughts, angst(hurt/comfort), Angor Rot x oc.

Angor was carving a small totem with a frown on his face, a jolt of pain shooting through his abdomen. That wasn’t an uncommon thing. Not after the Trollhunter ran him through with his sword. A necessary action, to get rid of her. Angor groaned from the ache. The necessity of it didn’t make it hurt any less…

Angor huffed as Avery came into the room to check on him. He didn’t want their help. He didn’t deserve their help.

Angor was forced to stay behind in Arcadia. He was too wounded to make the trip to New Jersey and it wasn’t like any trolls were fond of him. It was for the best. It would’ve been, anyway.

“More aches and pains?” Avery asked calmly, holding a box of medicines. Angor simply resumed carving instead of answering. Avery sighed and opened the box, quickly glancing at Angor’s lean body. “You need to change your bandages more often,” they spoke, gently pulling out some gauze, “you’ll get an infection.”

Angor didn’t understand why Avery cared. He was the reason that their right arm and eye were gone. He looked at the mangled scar that should’ve been their eye and growled softly. He’s caused them so many scars. And yet, they willingly stayed with him. Most of him was just waiting for them to leave. But a small part of him truly missed the care of his friend.

Angor remembered the day he and Avery became rivals. It was a bloody one. She had the cruelest sense of humor, and decided to have Angor bring them to her. She made it so that way they’d have the same life expectancy as Angor. A selfish part of him was grateful for it. His rivalry with Avery was bitter, and for centuries they would meet in battle. Now Avery was his caretaker. His companion.

“Why are you still here?” Angor suddenly asked, just as Avery disposed of the old bandages. Avery raised their eyebrow and handed Angor the gauze. “I’m not quite sure what you mean, Angor.”

Angor growled softly and started re-bandaging his wound. He scowled, “Why are you still here? In Arcadia. With me. Why haven’t you left already?” He asked in frustration. He truly didn’t understand why Avery was still helping him. Avery shrugged, “you make it sound as if I plan on it.”

Angor scoffed and glared at Avery as he used up the gauze, clearly unamused by their statement. “And why shouldn’t you? I’m the root of all your problems. You should resent me more than anyone.” He said bluntly. Avery just smiled, “and yet I don’t.” Avery took a moment to think and simply spoke before Angor could protest. “I simply stay because I wish to. Whether you’re satisfied with that answer or not is up to you.”

Angor simply sat still and sighed. “I’m sorry.” He said suddenly. He sighed and continued, “I used to excuse the pain I caused others with the fact that she controlled me. But that doesn’t matter. Even if it did, you still deserve an apology. I’m sorry.” He explained calmly. He’s never apologized for his actions under Morgana. But Avery needed to know. They needed to know that he was remorseful.

Avery paused. They simply paused and thought of it. They were angry at Angor for what he did for centuries. They were still a little angry. It was nice to hear his apology. “I can’t forgive everything you’ve done… but I appreciate your apology. It’s nice… hearing that.” They said, blushing softly.

“Thank you.” Avery said, earning a chuckle from Angor. “I should be the one thanking you.” He said softly. He leaned his head back and sighed calmly, a new lack of tension on his chest. “Thank you for staying.”

Avery calmly placed their hand on Angor’s shoulder. “Don’t mention it.”