Where The Knights Bloom [AU]
A little warmth tugged at the back of your mind and beckoned to your heart. It felt like it originated towards the back of the mansion, where the garden was located. The air was crisp and sweet, and the sun showing its’ lazy unwillingness by hanging low in the sky. Its’ warmth was direct and gentle. This gave a nice contrast to the chilly air of the morning, and was probably the reason why a new creature aroused for the first time.
There, towards the very back corner, in a very small plot that was lovingly taken care of, although obviously not as often visited as the other plots, was but a single, old, clay pot. A large one, at that. From the soil peeked something peculiar. It was the visor of a black helm looking up to the sky. When it saw you, it gave a small whimper.
As you reached down to gently touch it, it seemed to strain helplessly in a feeble attempt to nuzzle at your fingertips. It felt cold, and it probably didn’t help that this shivering pot had a shadow casting over it. An old, moss-covered wall was being incredibly rude and blocking the morning sun from ever reaching this… sprout? Again in shivered and pressed against your fingertips. Thankfully it seemed pretty healthy–or at least with the best judgement on how the front of a well-kept helm should look. No scratches, dents, and what looked like a partially buried plume showed a radiant red. Even dew droplets gathered here and there within the delicate designs that were masterly folded–err… grown?… Either way, they looked quite pretty there, until the little thing noticed them.
The next thing you knew it started to wiggle its’ little head against the pressure of the earth around it, and managed to cause the droplets to disappear into the visor’s deep, black holes. The creature paused and the visor wiggled a little. It was happily sipping on the water droplets that dropped on whatever face it might have had in there.
After you took the time to pull the pot into the sun, it seemed like the wee thing instantly calmed from its’ shivering. You could see it do the universal getting-into-my-cozy-position wiggle before falling into a sleep.
Quietly, you lift yourself from a knelt position and retreated back into the mansion to let it rest. From there, you returned back to the small vault of books you have been often visiting for the last few months. After all, it took a lot of studying to learn how your family of ancient origin grew and polished their own knights. A curious hobby to be sure, and a unique one at that, but these home grown creatures of plated metal proved to be incredibly loyal to their caretakers and incredibly fierce against their caretaker’s rivals. Slave Knights, as your family as often referred to them.
Time passed, and many times has your faithful little knight been made to transfer into a larger pot, until eventually it graduated to be planted directly into the ground. Feeding off of the nutrients of the ground that surround it, the love nature gave to it from above, and especially the love, affection, and even the blood you released from your fingertips and wrists, it grew to be large and craving to be in your presence whenever possible. Not your attention, however. Oh no, it knew your attention was far too precious for it to ever try to hog it for its’ own. It merely wanted to be forever at your side.
It came time when this Slave Knight seemed about ready to stand above ground. By now, it protruded out of the ground by the shoulders up, although its’ shoulders was tangled in its’ own roots and vines.
With the help of your manservants, the knight was dug up, all the small roots and other protruding plants removed from his body, and his armour cleaned and polished into a splendid shine. However, the poor thing was stuck in a kneeling position before you. Judging by how he flinched and wavered, not only was he embarrassed, but he was also trying his very best to raise himself to his feet for the first time. After all, he had never used most of his body’s muscles before.
Eventually he managed, although he shifted and shook in his unbalanced ness.
You ask, “He, suddenly?” Well. He’s out of the ground. Do you really need to ask?
Shakily, he lifted an arm towards you. It rose to gently touch and brush your cheek. Rather forward, yes, but it was customary for them to do this. You see, the way they perceive the world is completely different from us with eyes. He, on the other hand, knew only of your voice and your hands. This was the best way for his mind to fashion a face to go with that voice.
After a moment or so, the knight lowered himself to one knee before you. Quietly, he stayed there with his head bent down. Unknown to you, he was filled with joy and happiness to finally be at your side. If he were able to shed tears, he ould certainly be doing so right now.
“I… I-am… here… for you, my Master.”
With a simple smile you brought your hands together. A ring on one hand’s thumb was fashioned into the shape of a claw, which you let dig into the palm of your other hand. Bending over, you presented your now slightly pooling hand before him, which he eagerly, although politely, took into his own hands and lapped at your sweet blood there.
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