You are Standing in the Eye of the Hurricane

     {{ ♡ }}     ❝Oh, my; what do we have here? You’re quite the sight for sore eyes, darling~. Got a name, handsome?❞ Yes, he is in fact hitting on the suit of armor.

       “ Albus... That’s my name. ”         Dishonor and shame were also other terms he’d use right about now... 

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     {{  ღ  }}       “Shhh, child.”                            The birds gentle hands                             cradled the knight’s head;                             holding it steady & elevating                              it as he poured a medicine                               into the ivorette’s mouth.                              “This won’t taste very pleasant,                                 but it’ll help you. please, let me                                  take care of you. you cannot move;                                   you’re not better, you’re numb which                                    is worse. it’s okay, my name’s Clement                                    & I will take care of you; I promise. ”

                            He tried sitting up again-- perfectly sliced armor                rang softly like wind-chimes, as pieces fell from his body.               

          ❛ Hm? Oh, no! My first pair got torn out long ago … this is my second pair that grew in their place! ❜  Thank god ( or Joel, rather ) for his artificial nature, or else he may not have been quite so lucky in the span of things. Watching as the metal knight extended hand out to once more trace over a single wing, da’Veena let the appendage give a small shake before feathers were gingerly fluffed out.  ❛ Mhm! Same … they need to be perfect or else I can’t fly with them. Though, right now flying is out of the question. ❜

       “ Why is that? They look pristine... ” He reached over to the other one, stroking carefully along as well-- Nothing could possibly be wrong with them, could they? They looked perfect-- That even dust in the air could not land upon them... “ Oh-- I’m being rather rude... Asking questions and touching-- But my name is Albus, dear maiden... I apologize for having offended you at all. ”

{{  ღ  }}     “Please, hold still; I know you don’t know me but I’m trying to heal you, not hurt you! If you move around too much, you will re-open your wounds.”

       “ I-- I’m fine. Just go... I--               Can’t think... Mind too fuzzy...               It hurts to think... But I feel better now--               Nothing hurts outside... and I can move..”

❛ It’s quite alright – just please don’t do it again! My wings are really                                         sensitive … especially since this is my second pair. ❜

“ Second? You have another pair of wings somewhere...? ”        Hopefully it wouldn’t hurt them again-- Slowly reaching, he carefully pet along a single wing, noting the slightest movements and texture of each feather he grazed-- “ Beautiful... I forget on occasion the simplest of things are still so complex... ” 

          ❛ Ah — ! Please don’t pull on them … ❜                                 —– his wings were sensitive enough as it is!

       “ Ah--! I’m so sorry-- I didn’t mean to hurt you!!               It’s just that they looked so soft an’ pretty... ”

          And now, she was going to walk into the gate in order to meet with a chain that suited her..

damn that’s fucking gorgeous

Paranoid: Low Schizoid: Low Schizotypal: High Antisocial: Moderate Borderline: High Histrionic: High Narcissistic: Moderate Avoidant: Low Dependent: High Obsessive-Compulsive: High