daddyofnoxus
It’s the armor that catches your attention. You’re staring at something you’ve imagined yourself in at least a few hundred times, except without the flashy cape. Recently you had come to realize you really aren’t warrior material, at least not in any utilizable sense. But it still didn’t stop you wishing that you were the one able to fill those shoes. Maybe then you’d be capable enough to make real changes happen around here.
Oh. Oh no. You’ve made eye contact. Out of admiration or not, you have still been caught staring at a guy who could probably crush your skull like a grapefruit if he wanted. Your hand goes to your wooden sickle, which is just as small as the rest of you.
CG: KEEP MOVING, SUNSHINE. THERE ISN’T ANYTHING TO SEE HERE. CG: I’M JUST MINDING MY OWN DAMN BUSINESS ALL NICE AND POLITE OVER HERE, AND I’D SUGGEST YOU’D DO THE SAME. CG: IT MIGHT NOT LOOK LIKE IT, BUT I KNOW HOW TO USE THIS THING AND SURE AS HELL I WON’T THINK TWICE ABOUT IT. You’d like to think you sounded confident, but your heart is pounding in your head so loudly that you can’t be sure.