♗:Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
He always did such reckless things on her behalf, he’d taken arrows for her, shielded her with his own body, ruined himself to the point of exhaustion, to the point where his body would refuse to move any farther due to the pain.
He hid it so well, that sometimes, even she forgets that he is human, just like her; though remarkably stronger.
How many times does she have to tell him that she’d never forgive him if he died? If Hak was no longer by her side, she’s positive that she wouldn’t be strong enough to continue to move forward. Not without him.
When everyone betrayed her and her beloved Father was murdered by the man she thought she knew so well, he remained faithful.
She moves to kneel beside him, shifting the skirt of her dress under her legs, "you can’t get comfortable, with your injuries, can you?"
There’s a smile on her lips, a soft one that’s only for him in the quiet of the night, and the the slight snoring of the others is barely audible. "If it’s more comfortable, you can use my lap as a pillow, I mean it’s only fair right? You got hurt protecting me again."
It’s strange, that for once he doesn’t tease her, that he doesn’t make a comment on her forward behaviour; instead he shrugs, before he moves to rest his head against her legs and eyelids close. "I told you, Hime-san. You should just use me as a means to live."
A laugh leaves her as fingers gently brush the onyx hair from his face, and she’s surprised, to feel how soft it is; and before she knows it, his breath deepens and his exhaustion settles in.
Really, always pushing himself to the limits.
"How can I live without you by my side, stupid Hak."
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