✧・゚:* — @genitrice ,
𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫, dropped the heavy weight of the sword from her hand. there were beads of sweat forming on her temples, that then dared to roll down the side of her face. once braided hair — was beginning to fall out, but she did not seemed phased by this. only really bothered by the lock of hair that had fallen across her face, which she blew out of the way with the heavy sigh she let out. ❛ my lady, were you hurt? ❜ she asked, now that the two of them were secluded by the over hanging trees of the forest. out of sight, out of danger . . . for now. the knight commander’s hands also slyly began to move, so that one could clasp over the other, hiding away the slash of torn skin upon the back of it.









