#;knight

[burninwrath]

Heard your husband has a horse. Do you like it?

" OUR HORSE . . . "

[burninwrath]

“My liege,”

Armored footsteps echoed along the halls and into the throne room, turquoise gaze hardened and worn from his time here; numb from all of the chaos he had aided and endured. Time that had shaped the once proud knight of Princess Cookie’s kingdom into a more warped version of himself. Brilliant white armor now replaced with a much sharper, sinister red, the knight now compliant and comfortable to the servitude for the man before him.

His gaze softened slightly, though the soured expression on his face always seemed to be mostly permanent. “We have annihilated another army, and the hopes of invasion on our end is continuing to rise. Soon, there will be more land for you to call your own.” He explained, stepping closer to him until he stood in front of the man who still managed to tower over him despite sitting down. A time ago, the Knight had been stubborn when it came to serving the Beast, and though he couldn’t place how much time it had been, he couldn’t look back from who he was now. There was no going back to who he was before he met the Beast—And with what they had shared between each other, he didn’t want to go back anymore.

He accepted this fate.

Fingertips, clawed by the gauntlets he wore twitches with the urge to touch Burning Spice, but he refrained from it until he was told other wise. His cautiousness was still a part of him.

“I thought that maybe…You should eat the news from me. I assumed you would be pleased.” A pause. “I would…like to stay here with you, unless you wish for me to go back to my post.” ( / this got long whoops. Have ur little spicy man )

The larger being leans forward, eyes shimmering in the dark as a rumble echoes from his chest. A pleased purring as his large hands rested upon his knees. The thick black locks of hair falling around his form as he takes in the visage of his knight. - His beloved knight. Who had listened to his very whim and command without a second thought. He wondered, just briefly , if the other even felt remorse for what he had done to get to where he was currently. But it was answered with the gaze that was returned back to his own burning stare. The dark pools of turquoise unblinking- unflinching as he delivered the news to the beast. Burning spice could almost sense a hint of pride in the others voice as he spoke. Eager to tell his king of his missions unsurprising success.

"You may stay." came the response, cutting through the silence between them as the beast shifted once more. Knowing exactly what the knight wanted as he lounged on his side. A clawed finger beckoning him forward as the doors closed slowly in the throne room. Leaving them there in the dimly lit room. Red flames casting itself on the crimson sandstone which constructed the great palace in which Burning Spice hid himself.

"Come - tell me of your triumph. Entertain your king while he suffers from his boredom."

[burninwrath]

@knightdomain

“You don’t have any children??? The abbreviation has ‘dad’ in it!”

“I thought the D in it stood for something else…”

[burninwrath]

@knightdomain

“No.”

“What do you mean no!”

[burninwrath]

“PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT, MONSTER!!! LET ME GO!”

' UGH. WHAT ARE YOU SCREAMING ABOUT. I HAVEN ' T EVEN DONE ANYTHING YET . ' a sneer comes from the larger, then a scoff as he holds the small cookie by his helm. Dangling him a good few feet off the ground - body shifting to move the other closer to his face to squint at him. . . As if he were already having a hard time even noticing the little runt flailing around in the air.

' YOU ' RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE HERO? YOU ? AM I SUPPOSED TO FEEL SORRY FOR THEM ? '

[tarbunny-ashlii]

I wanna post more, but the days just kinda...blend together, at this point. Nothing to "report" on aside from "I love teasing Andrew!" or "day was kinda meh, but ig it's better than being awful?"

Days with Knight are good. Except when he's out to work. Then that's kinda lame! But again, more of the usual.

Kinda funny to have nothing going on for a change... Feels good, tho. I'll take the occasional, if painful, stressor headaches (migraines??) over soul-deep despair of being alone or...whatever problem managed to come up that week.

These days? My biggest "problem" is moodswinging on wishing Andrew would be on Tumblr. Love the upgrade on worries in my life!

(And let's be real? I win every day he's not on this site; I'd love to see what he does with a blog and all- help him decorate it- but sitting in the delight that only **I** get to speak with him every day?! He's happy with just me, and not having a blog for other people to bother him on??? ...Holy shit I got lucky. This shit's AWESOME!)

[tarbunny-ashlii]

Okay, now that I'm awake... Do actually have to share a funny story involving the bunny plush.

So-! Two separate times this past week, I've been complaining to Knight that some asshole had the bunny plush in their cart. As luck would have it, eBay let's people know if something they're looking at is in a cart; I've been seeing that this whole time. For a minute, we wondered if it was him, but when it was "confirmed" that it wasn't...

The paranoia!! Yeesh.

Anyways. Turns out he forgot it was in his cart. Both times we brought it up.

Argued that no one else was allowed to have the plush, 'cause I claimed it!! And was still correct...the journey of getting there, though, was funny as hell.