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(Continued from here, @kkniight)

kkniight:

                                     “you have my apologies for watching you.”she had a reason though. for, with Daryun, there was always a reason foreverything she done. it usually involved the PRINCE. 

                                           FOR HIS SAFETY,

that is. hues of yellows && browns like that of a beast looked the man over once more before she continued to speak. her voice did not crack nor show hints of any weaknesses. it was strong just as she was. her voice reflected her very being. the softness that was the lullaby of her voice yet, the strengthof her duty bound self. the softness for those she loved && cared for yet, the near aura of killing. “i assume that you are new to this place. for i have not seen your face. i am Daryun.” she points towards his concealedweapon. “might i have a look at that? you need not hand it over. rather i just wish to make certain you are not here to cause harm to anyone.”

♞ —  “I’d rather not draw much attention.” he replied, turning down her request. The sight of a stained weapon wasn’t something he preferred to unclothe in a public setting.The people of this particular town, at the least, wouldn’t prefer it. 

“I do not intend to cause harm unless forced to.” he simply said, sea coloured eyes looking into hers. The woman was a warrior on her own her own ground, he could make out. 

A palm placing the change on the table, the man raised. “I doubt you are a resident of this town.” he added, concluding from her code of conduct.  

[lcgion]

                                                            ♕              『   LONG LIVE THE KING 』

 @ill-fatedprince​ ❖ @kkniight​ ❖ @narsussism​ ❖ @wrathsinned​ ❖ @lcgion​

[wrathsinned-a-blog]

@kkniight || starter call.

             ❝ You’re pretty well known around these parts, aren’t you? ❞

      He hadn’t been long in this land and rumors of the great knight’s strength had already       made it past his ears. Nothing but praise and respect, it seemed. Which was fantastic,       of course, as they currently served the same prince. It seemed like Arslan surrounded       himself with fine folk and it was reassuring to hear so.

                   ❝ How long have you been working for Arslan, if you don’t mind me asking? ❞

[thirdratepainter-blog]

@kkniight

🎨 ░▒   Silence was a constant company of Narsus in the days that followed after Shagad was sent off to fulfil Arslan’s decree to endure a year of slavery. He did not join in the crowd that gathered around the ships as Shagad and the pirates were brought aboard, but even so, Narsus couldn’t help but watches his old friend from a distance, from the balcony of Pelagius’ castle, with an idle expression too uncanny to replace the usual smirk that followed him on normal days.

     It was unlike him to be sentimental - or to fret over a simple misconception - he’d expected the loss a few days before Shagad was exposed and it was even harder to accept the truth, then; but Narsus didn’t realize that the thought would still be a bother to him despite the issue resolved, perhaps he had held Shagad as a friend even more dearer than he claims.

     The door creaks as it was pushed forward, Narsus turns to look over his shoulder at Daryun. The Mardan’s timely presence was as good as an excuse to dissuade him away from his thoughts, for now, and he smiled blithely - a smile reserved only for specific occasion and specific people; for Daryun at least, would not be the sort of friend he’d lose the same way he would lose Shagad. 

     “Oh? My most contemptible black guard have design herself to visit me, May I ask what have I done to own this honour? Have you come to lecture me, perhaps? Like how you did several years before.” His words held his snide but there was no real menace behind it. His derogatory comes naturally when in the presence of his longest friend, in fact, it felt almost strange if he had to remind himself to be wary when he was around Daryun.