the random urge to practice/improve/refine my writing and making it as easy as possible for me by just going back to my older fanfics and rewriting some paragraphs i think could use some changes
god, i don't know what's up with me. i used to be able to write so much a few weeks ago and now i'm in such a slump. writer's block really has me in a choke hold and i don't know how to fix it
god, i don't know what's up with me. i used to be able to write so much a few weeks ago and now i'm in such a slump. writer's block really has me in a choke hold and i don't know how to fix it
my confession is that i think samuel being anywhere near hans is dangerous for all parties involved because the longer hans spends time around sam enough to decide that he should honestly just stop being so unnecessarily rude and jealous, the more he'll realise that sam is kinda hot and no one will be happy with this outcome i fear
Even with all the Monastery art, I can't forget that scene: Antonius complains about Siskin, and Henry just randomly brings up Hans Capon! LOL. Henry, how obsessed are you!?
Why mention Hans to a total stranger? Even I wasn't thinking of him then. He's really on Henry's mind 24/7!🤣
Kingdom Come: Deliverance | Hans Capon/Henry of Skalitz | E | tags: omega verse, omega hans capon, alpha henry of skalitz, omegas are called nymphs, alphas are called satyrs
Chapter Summary:
Hans and Henry return to Rattay, and life goes on as it used to – to Hans’ chagrin.
Chapter 12: Capon’s Champion
For someone who seemed so opposed to lying a mere couple of weeks prior, Hans had to admit that Henry certainly had got much better at it as time went on.
Apologies it took so long, Captain. Sir Hans and I were making sure to escort Wolflin and his men to the border of the fief – so we’d know he’d keep his word and leave.
It was such a quick and ingenious fib, Hans was certain Henry must have had it prepared for a long time, like a bolt clicked into a crossbow days before a battle had even commenced.
So now, instead of Bernard primarily being mad at them – especially at Hans for having sneaked off – everyone, including Bernard, was praising them to the Heavens and back. Or at least, that was, they were praising one of them.
“Thank you, Henry. You’ve done well to keep the peace,” Bernard said, and were it not for Henry immediately speaking up to give credit to his young lord, too, Hans may have completely missed how the captain had not said a single word of praise to young Capon at all. Since Hans’ mind was rather preoccupied by something else entirely.
“Actually, sir, it was Sir Hans who helped me a great deal. If he hadn’t sneaked off and joined me, I wouldn’t have been able to convince Wolflin to leave peacefully,” Henry said, at which the captain’s eyes immediately widened in surprise, which Hans did find rather rude if he were perfectly honest.
“Oh… I see. Good job, then. Both of you. And especially to you, Lord Capon,” the captain merely said, in a way that seemed like he was nigh stumbling over each and every word, still in a sort of disbelief.
The young lord huffed.
Kurva, was it truly so hard for the man to give him any praise?
He was still happy to receive such words of commendation nonetheless, of course. And in fact, he was actually overcome with joy when he realised that it was his being a nymph that had been the deciding advantage for Henry and him in this matter; opposed to what his nature usually was, which was a handicap.
It wasn’t something that happened all too often – Hans being glad to be a nymph. And perhaps, it was something that had in fact never happened before in his entire life – not till now, at least.
So when the young guard, Hamlyn, approached him in hopes to talk to the young lord alone just as they were about to head off, Hans truthfully had no intention to listen to that man’s pointless chatter, especially after all the things he had already said to sour his mood before. And yet, however, Hans still found himself stuck with the man in a whispered dialogue nonetheless.
“Did you see anything odd about the way Henry spoke to that Wolflin?” Hamlyn asked, looking all too suspicious of his squire as he gleaned back to Henry who was in the midst of mounting his steed, Pebbles.
“What do you mean?” Hans asked, more as a courtesy than it was with any real curiosity, however. And as it turned out, Hamlyn was rather eager to immediately tell him how he thought it would be in his lordship’s best interest to be wary of Henry, for he found it highly alarming how furiously his squire had snapped at him earlier today. That was, for the mere act of badmouthing nymphs, as well as for the fact how adamant Henry had been about parleying with Wolflin and seeing to it that a criminal like him should come out of this alive and unharmed.
“All I’m saying is that you should be careful around him, m’lord. He may very well be a nymph himself, trying to look out for his brethren. You haven’t heard this from me, but there’s this rumour going around – about a man in noble clothes, maybe even a nymph, seducing men in Rattay. And I have the slightest suspicion that your squire might be that nymph and has come from Skalitz to do his bidding here.”
“What?”
Hans’ brows rose much higher and more quickly than he would have perhaps anticipated, and it was needless to say that the young lord, as the nymph that he was himself, and while knowing full well what Henry was and wasn’t, was utterly flabbergasted by that theory. In fact, saying that he was rather irritated by it might have given Hans too little credit. He was tickled by it, really. Amused by how utterly stupid some men could be – but he was irritated by it, too, of course. So he scoffed and rolled his eyes, as though merely out of reflex.
“Oh, go to Hell, Hamlyn…” was all Hans said before he mounted his steed, whereupon the ride back to Rattay went on without any further incident.