#laurancethehunk

[dual--wielding]

"Hey Dante, how are you feeling?"

“U-Um…” His face turned red and he looked away. He didn’t want to tell the man, but he was sure his appearance gave it away no matter what. “I’m okay.”

[dual--wielding]

Laurance laid unconscious in front of Ungrth's grave.

Things had calmed down over the past few hours after the events of the war. After tending to his wounds, Dante decided to go on patrol and let the lords handle their business in private.

As he walked down the path, his gaze landed on the crumpled heap in front of the wyvern’s grave. It took a moment before realization hit and he leapt down the hillside to reach the man.

“Laurance!”

[dual--wielding]

laurance-the-hunk

Finding time on his own was becoming increasingly harder with the chaos that was going on in the village. His reports to Zane were growing further and further apart, which he knew was displeasing the man. Now, he had finally managed to separate himself from everyone for a few minutes and had went off into the woods on his own. 

After a few glances around (although perhaps he didn’t look close enough), he determined no one had followed him and he slipped the gold necklace from his pocket, holding the blue charm in his palm. Cautiously, his voice lowered, he spoke into it.

“Sir?”