HEELS CRUNCH against the gravel, his pace rushed in the effort to catch up with the swordsman ahead of him. The boy’s heavy footsteps are followed by the lighter stride of his shadow. Subtler tracks left by the younger brother, who only seemed to anxiously hover over Romuald as he stormed forward. Younger and meeker, and on top of it all he was taller. Remus’ cautionary utterances were only ignored as they walked. His brother’s pale blue eyes furiously fixed upon their target.
❛ Rom— Rom, seriously! Can’t this wait? Hey! ❜
It only fell upon deafened ears, and the taller boy was quick to quiet himself as they approached him. Felix Hugo Fraldarius. The man they owe their lives to; who they cherished and admired —- that was the man they would one day call father. All he sees now, at the moment, is some stubborn kid. Young adult he may be, able to drink and fight with the big boys — that’s all he was right now. Still clumsy and figuring himself out. He puts no effort into hiding his disappointment. After all, he expected... greater.
❝ Hey. ❞ The shorter boy calls, casting aside any respect he would have for the man Felix would come to be later on. If that happens, anyhow... ❝ I said, hey. ❞
❝ You’re welcome, by the way. I thought it was common courtesy to thank someone for watching your back. And we did double the work, if you wanna count the sniper you left sniveling in the brush. ❞
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