#loyaltylost

[unwcvering]

        --- MY HEIGHT IS IRRELEVANT !!

[designamed-blog]

@loyaltylost approached.

[⚔] The arch of the brow, the bridge of the nose, the way the eyelids sat heavy and half-asleep (long lashes decorating their ends like petals): how long had he looked in the mirror, then sought such features in anyone but himself? How many hours were spent wondering if somewhere, a face in the world resembled his own (how many days, months spent poring over the concepts of genetic makeup, over what kind of person might match this).

And of course, it would be someone in the dead of a battlefield: someone that woman most certainly knew (and if mother knew this man, and if their faces so matched -- he damn well knew the word for such a person).

Anything was more welcome than still being alone. [⚔]

[excalibourne]

@loyaltylost

Master, I hate to tell you this, but you are clueless about girls!

[nordiixa-blog]

❛ you’re scaring me !! ❜ / WRECK HIM BRYN.

|| My muse just drank a love potion, but it’s causing them to become dangerously obsessed with your muse.

Send me “You’re scaring me!” for a starter.Or send me “Don’t turn away from me!” to reverse roles.

@loyaltylost.

✕    Brynhildr was foolishly playing with things that she shouldn’t touch… like always, her arrogance got the better of her. She had consumed a sweet smelling liquid, one that she thought was a sort of tea, but evidently, her Master had been working on something… … … Perhaps he had decided that her peculiarity could be harnessed… It wouldn’t have been the first time…

Her Master... … … He was so clever… Arrogant, cruel at times, but clever… and talented… Very intelligent; Brynhildr did not believe that she had known a man so accomplished in scholarly pursuits while alive… It was not something that she typically cherished in a man, but… for whatever reason, it made her Master undeniably desirable to her… And so courageous, he was… entering a bloody and vicious war without any experience in combat… She wanted to give him her love, her protection, her undying loyalty… but he was already engaged.

After killing herself during her era, Brynhildr had been shamed by a giantess while on her way to Hel for pursuing a taken man (though, that man had been Sigurd and he was HERS by right and by fate), so this was nothing new to her… She remembered admiring Master’s love for Sola, selfishly wishing it for herself, but… there was no reason that she should not pursue him, yes? They were engaged, but not quite married… … … not yet… … … She had to have him; no one else was worthy… She would cut Sola in half and remove her spine if she needed to keep the redhead away… bury her torso in earth at one end of the city and pitch her lower half into the harbor at the other…

Naturally, the Valkyrie followed her Master dutifully… Her voice was softer for him, her body language more familiar, too familiar, and her entire persona became doting. Smitten. Even when he told her to stop, Brynhildr refused. 

“My darling… You must use a Command Seal to halt my affections for you…,” she swooned, one hand holding his shoulder against a wall while the long and delicate fingers of her other hand trailed down his jawline. Her eyes were shimmering and unseeing; the Valkyrie had her Master thoroughly cornered under her powerful hold. “… And even then… my love is more powerful than the sun… … … No magic could ever keep me parted from you… Nothing…”

[conqucror-blog]

      Oh, I’m sorry we servants can’t all be like kicked puppies and act submissive and petty all the time, some of us have personalities!

[unwcvering]

@loyaltylost ❤︎’d for a starter !!

       There was next to no remorse. The student was unwilling to apologize to his professor for his theft, for his ultimate betrayal, yet Waver did feel regret for one thing. Getting caught. Whether it meant getting caught in the middle of a war or being found red handed with a Servant that should have rightfully belonged to a different Master, there wasn’t much to be said. He didn’t so much wish he could take back the latter; it was a little late to retrace the past now. The consequences were his own fault, the sole reason he feared facing the man before him. Biting the inside of his cheeks, he held his ground with what would be assumed as courage, yet trembling hands gave away the façade.

       “You cannot speak to me as if I am inferior...” Though his statement might never sway another’s words. “I-I... I’m worth more than that.”

[boargored-blog]

kayneth voice: HoW wiZArDry SHoUld bE In tHe nEW CeNtuRy !!!

[boargored-blog]

@loyaltylost

              golden gaze lingers dimly upon his master  ━ or perhaps a mere shell of him. they have yet to utter a single word to him, and though gratitude is nowhere to be found on the mage’s lips there are questions that linger on his own; questions he needs answers to. as a child he would feel that if his inquiries never saw the light of day, he would burst and be eaten away by his own curiosity. he cannot help but feel like that child, if not because there is a faint insecurity on his mind that has lingered the moment he realized he had been abandoned in the forest in favor of facing saber’s master on his own.                   he hadn’t ━ doesn’t understand one bit of it even now. did his master not trust him with that task, or had he simply underestimated his adversary enough to separate himself from him? why didn’t he stay with him? why hadn’t he called him ━ he, who swore to be his spear and shield? perhaps then, he would have come to his aid long before he had received such grievous wounds to his body. now as he worriedly looms across from him, invisible to the naked eye in his spirit form, he scarcely knows what to do considering the situation, much less if he should open his mouth to discuss it or not considering his current physical state and what he has suffered through not very long ago. it is not in a knight’s place to question his lord, but how he longs for closure ━ and ultimately, to discuss a course of action with his master if need be.                 “my lord,” he calls out ━ a soft voice in the still air and nothing else. “my lord, if you’ll allow it, may i request a word with ye?”