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♔▸⌠ Callous hands resting against the soft bed,
Prince Marx glanced down at the silver-haired man resting in the sheets— the Nohrian prince’s auburn eyes burning with altruism && warmth. With a fringed smile ( one painted with indulge ) tugging onto his pale face, Marx inched closer towards Kamui— his blonde locks bouncing with each small motion.
❝ How did you manage to catch such an ailing fever, LITTLE PRINCE ? ❞ The noble chuckled softly— words brimming with solicitude. ❝ Try not to push yourself to hard. Discerning the last battle, you seemed very tense. ❞ Lips pursing together at the grim musing, the paladin’s light brows corrugated in perturb. ❝ But please, Little Prince. Do be more PRUDENT. I don’t want to lose you. ❞ ⌡









