knight 1: maybe the real treasure was the homoerotic yearning we found along the way
knight 2: maybe you should shut the fuck up for once
knight 3: i just ran someone over with my horse
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knight 1: maybe the real treasure was the homoerotic yearning we found along the way
knight 2: maybe you should shut the fuck up for once
knight 3: i just ran someone over with my horse
asking my lady if i've been a good knight despite falling off my horse twice during the tournament (my armor is covered in mud and i look fucking stupid)
wanna flirt and giggle and not fuck things up
once again, i'm thinking about being a knight captain who has to train the new recruits. taunting, mocking and overpowering them to see who has what it takes
hey, are you okay? what's the matter, big guy? want me to help you? come here, cub, let me treat you like the good boy you are
assigned as the eldritch creature who's supposed to haunt you but it's too shy to interact with you so it stays at the edge of your dreams, observing you until it accidentally falls in love with you
scary and intimidating mutt melting in my arms as i cuddle him, loyal guard dog who wants me to treat him softly and kiss all over his face, guy who would punch me but lets me spoil him with affection
bored noble looking for an excuse to fight
pissing off my new knight before training and sparring with him. i hope he kicks my ass
stop it now i want to be a knight trainer who has to deal with a new pup and beats the shit out of him. what does it mean
two knights beating the shit out of each other during a swordfight duel just so the victor can homoerotically tend to the loser's wounds, shed his armor, touch him, take care of him and force both of them to take a nap
i'm sad. y'know what would help me? a big guy lying on top of me and using me as his chew toy. that would make me stop thinking
this cigarette isn't enough. i need to be punched
(grinding my teeth, clenching my first, suppressing the urge to be soft and the need to be loved) i hate this shit
boyfriend who helps me fight art's block. be my model and muse, let me draw you in my sketchbook, let me read to you my shitty poems, let me take pictures of you
to slowly wake up and quietly observe him getting ready for the day, following him with my gaze throughout his morning routine. he searches for his clothes scattered around my apartment, seeing him move with ease, comfortable in my space like it's his own. maybe he'd pick something of mine in his hurry, an old tshirt or a hoodie, and put it on, watching his nose buried in the piece of clothing for a few moments, he sniffs my scent like i'm not right here, like he needs me on him constantly, like it's not enough to be in my home, in my life, in my heart.
being sleepy and unnoticed until i finally speak up, groggy, voice rough from sleep and soft smile on my face. startling him, his eyes wide and embarrassed. chuckling before making grabby hands at him, not moving from my laid position on the bed, pulling him down on me, kissing his blushing face, making him giggle, him kissing my forehead before having to go and officially start his day
i want you to enter my life without asking for permission. i want you to show up to my door when i don't answer your texts and ignore your phone calls. i want you to love me even when i'm trying to push you away, fight you, hurt you, when i act like an asshole and make myself hard to love.
i want to feel vulnerable and chase away the urge to run and flee, i want to stay here with you even if i'm not comfortable. i want to accept your love.
part of me doesn't want to, part of me wants you to realise we are not compatible, that i'm wasting your time, you don't deserve the mess that is me, you deserve better. i want you to reject me, remain friends and be okay with it. i still want to be fond of you, to see you happy with someone else or even alone, just you thriving, making your own life, following your dreams and achieving whatever you put your mind on.