"You will die."
I wonder if this verdant-haired boy believed what I said. Blanchefleur's eyes languidly passed over the boy overly fixated on wiping his helmet spotless. Perturbed with the way he grinned like he hadn't heard of his future death.
Was he not interested in his own life?
Or was he one of those who believed that death was the natural course of things? Whatever it was, Blanchefleur found him odd. It hadn't even been a day since they came to the village and to think she'd meet someone who had death looming over him.
"What's his name?" She turned to the conspicuous fox standing a few feet away from the bunch, briefly admiring its peculiar color. "That boy with the helm."
"What's it to you?"
Should she just tell him? Wouldn't the fact that his friend was close to his death devastate the poor animal? If anything, she'd be doing them a favor. "Your little ball of sunshine's nearing the end of his life."
The air grew heavier. Was the subject of death really this heavy to loom around the atmosphere like dead weight?
"I'd give him about, a week or two."
It shouldn't be.
All things die.
All things reach the end.
What differs are the means, the time and the regrets.
That much should be quite obvious.
"Could you not exude bloodlust? I'm losing my appetite." Blanchefleur patted the stray sauce on her mouth, dining utensils clanking on the porcelain plate. "Rosana rarely cooks a lavish feast. It would be a waste."
Ah. It jumped back. The fox put a good distance between them, baring its teeth. Did she anger it just now? Or was it the subconscious threat her existence posed?
"On the same thought, you." The stained kitchen knife lifted off the girl's plate, pointing at the fox with a flick of a wrist. "You've killed quite a hefty number of people. I'm guessing, enemies?"
There it was.
The glint of intrigue flashing in its ever so small eyes. "You're one interesting bunch, aren't ya? Have room for one more?"
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Me and my Lancelot obsessed mind can't stop making fanfic ideas :> Although this idea should be leaning more to Percival x OC since it's historically accurate as well.
- Iollanthe