by justburied_co
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by justburied_co
my knight you have to live you have to get up you have to put your hand over your wound and hold it there. you have to keep walking and walking and walking because you cannot lay down yet, it’s not time. wipe the blood off your breastplate and look up into the sun. lean on your sword if you need to. lift one foot after another. get up. get up. this would be a pitiful grave.
slamming your knights visor down when you’re finished talking to them, like slamming the phone back on the receiver.
we ride for hope and joy and to thrive, however the world may be
I’m soooooo embarrassed. My lord told me “good night,” but I thought he was calling me a good knight, and, well, you could hear it clink against my codpiece.
(flirting) what if i named my sword after you and kissed the blade before each battle for good luck