#venture.

[englaive]

”Can I trust you?”

starters | @starszakrew

trust is but wholesome optimism , especially surrounded / daemon infested , there’s nothing but hesitance brimming & he’s the overflow of it. but he speaks ( despite reluctant ) in stifled truth , at least somewhat confident in his skill as a Glaive - if there was anything he was good at—it was the ability to wing it , so he’s gonna do just that.

                            “ can’t guarantee we’ll get out of here alive. but——“

a hero’s gotta do what a hero’s gotta do , right ?                          “ you can trust me. “

[englaive]

"Hi, how was your day?"

“ just peachy , your majesty … and you? “

[englaive]

"Is that so?" The princesses smiled as she inched closer the glaive. "I thought you would have gotten used to it by now. After all, you are very good looking."

by the closer proximity——he stands unfazed , eyes still set to the horizon & poise unyielding. even as she continues to douse him with the flames of fawning - his stalwart duty to protect & stay vigilant held more of a priority than to succumb to her flattery this time ; his barrier is just that much more resistant , it’s titanium.  “ i’m flattered , your highness. “ … “ you didn’t come here just to shower me with compliments , did you? “

[englaive]

takes him by the lapels & pulls him in for a kiss

     it’d be an understatement , to say the least— that he was taken aback by a seize of scarlet brims in opposing bare. the dragoon’s got her way of being ‘ covert ‘ despite how adroit his foresight & attentive lain— or maybe there was an exception where he’d let her elude from it. still , he returns the sudden kiss , encircling her within his arms —  because he’s missed her through the endless frays & the lack of her— parting just enough space for him to speak ,

         “ missed me that much , ‘nea? “

[englaive]

baewind : " just some crownsguard asshole who only barks when he's around his friends. nothin' I can't handle." HUFFS HARDER.

“ And he’s still conscious —  alive? You getting soft, Dragoon? “ 

[englaive]

”Your happiness comes before mine.”

emotional starters | @tridentfaith

selfless etched ; it’s spoken in Her history—unbeholden , showering feeble believers in promising faith— yet , selfish was He to allow those words to take grasp at his chest with mourning. to hear those words a thousandfold , to see the leap of sacrifice to those thousandfold soldiers—she would be no different from them & he knows that all too well.

words stifle at his tongue while he thinks , just what was Happiness for him? the peace? the quiet? a warless era?— then abrupt thought arises & so does a covert grin that lifts along it. if there was some kind of defiance of fate— if there was any ‘ Happiness ‘ in this Kings’ forsaken  Eos— it’d be something like Her. maybe she is Hope. but what he speaks isn’t brazen ,

“ you know what’d make me happy—— knowin’ you’ll be alright by the end of all this. “

                                   so stay alive , your highness.

[englaive]

kingcxiv :

“I’m fine. Little sick but don’t worry. It is harmless… And… yeah I’m boring…” He makes a break and speak again. “Nyx, what you mean with peachy?”

“ sick? you should get that checked out. never know if it could be somethin’ serious. but — it’s alright. bein’ a king isn’t all about bein’ fun. “  a state of reassurance , a kings’ job is a heavy burden & he knows - he speaks from the experience of the former. though , “ y’know. wall duty —— pretty fun thing. everyone just loves to talk about each other. “ is jested & a light laugh ensues before a heavy silence. . .

then , a thing comes to mind not long aft - what more than to ease the weight ‘pon a young rulers’ shoulders? “ how ‘bout I take you out for a drive? you could use a break. “