THE DEFENDER

|| Music is extremely important to Black Knight. He finds it a better means to both understand and convey his emotions than through just words alone as well as being an incredibly soothing destresser. There has yet to be a month that went by without him singing at least once, but because of his desperate need to be this “tough guy/nasty rival” persona, he has never willingly sung in front of anyone... Except for The Enchantress.

The only reason he could think up for the meaning behind her “off” request was that both Shovel and Shield Knight must have overheard him singing at some point, and her request was that of Shield Knight’s peeking through. Despite the early hesitation, he poured his soul out singing for her, believing it a way to crack through the Amulets power and rescue Shield Knight without the need of violence. And while he did get to see that familiar shine in her eyes for a good majority of his performance, it quickly faded near the end, despite his best efforts to keep her attention.

Since then, there are nights when one might hear him singing in a rather melancholy tune, the very song he sang for The Enchantress, hoping to one day perform it again for her.

{ apologies for the radio silence. Haven’t been feeling my best lately. I’ll try to get everything done before this week ends hopefully,, so see you then nerds }

OVERDUE MEMES || NOT ACCEPTING

cherry find blood on them

      Blood was an entirely new concept to him. The extent of injuries in Valley were rarely visible; pains and sores healed away through elixirs and meals. Rarely had he ever seen anything serious, let alone gruesome like blood.

     So to see something red stain her cheek, he had cause to be alarmed and curious. 

“ Madam-? ” His tone carries great caution as he approaches, weary to touch the droplet as though a mere graze from the tips of gloves would disturb it - make it worse. A quick swipe clears away the blemish, pressed between index and thumb as he studies the new sight, perplexed… Until he realizes his rude behavior; his body stiffens quickly.

     Was the sky always suppose to look like it’s under attack? He’d have chalked it up to Plague Knight’s antics had it not been for how scattered these sudden explosions appeared to be. Regardless, he’s not sure what to do. Part of him has him raising his shovel, ready to defend and tell strangers to stand indoors... The other?

     GLARES come his way on the daily. He doesn’t give the rancid energy a thought until he’s catching a beach shovel twirling toward him with malicious intent.

His eyes lock with the void hiding his adversary’s gaze. This asshole is no child. That stand is trained, used to facing opponents far larger than himself.

❝ Don’t tempt me, newcomer. Not during the holiday season. ❞

Is his first and only warning.

*:・ﾟ☆

“ You do not scare me! I’ve fought beasts far larger than you! Your holiday traditions won’t save you either! ” It was a warning he should have heeded; though that would insinuate he’d ever learned from his several failures in his life. Defeat was nothing but a stepping stone towards success - yet all his bold and cocky claims could only lead to a humiliating downfall.

      Weapon or not - no training in hand to hand would dissuade him from this fight - he still raises fists with a rush of excitement.

     ❝ MUST be dear to you, if you’re building them out of snow for a competition. ❞

He appears like a specter to the side of Black Knight’s efforts, one hand on his hip while he leans down for quality inspection. It’s alright, if hurried, and aggressive. His observations thus far tell him that’s his method for most things. Everything is a race and all the other contenders are in his head, unaware they’re apart of his insecurities.

That’s just a guess though. Black Knight picking a fight with the biggest person he could find as soon as he awoke didn’t tell Star Platinum most of what he needed to know. Noooooo, not at all.

*:・ﾟ☆

     Had it not been for him taking in a quick draw of breath, he’d surely have embarrassed himself with a shrill shriek of surprise. Instead, he jolts and drops his poor quality sculpture again, tensing at the sight. A judgmental gaze shoots back - come to find the other a lot closer than he would have liked. Three big steps away solve his problem as he starts building up another ball of snow.

“ Psh. That blue-armored boob? He’s nothing to me. ” Hands violently pat down against the snow, breaking bits and pieces off from it. “ I’m not building him for that stupid competition. I’ve made him so I can train. This city may be quiet now, but I cannot run the risk of basking in its comforts. Calamity could strike at any moment, and a knight needs to be ready for anything. ” One misshapen helm made; he decides it’s the best it’s going to get and simply slams it on, nearly toppling the whole sculpture down. The head is far too small for its body - but he finds himself growing more distant about the snow-knight the longer he stares. 

     Dusting away the last remnants of snow, he quickly rests tight fists against his hips. As badly as he wants to start tearing his creation apart, there’s an audience he’d rather not have, and his attention quickly shoots up towards Star Platinum with a firm scowl in his tone.

OVERDUE MEME // NOT ACCEPTING

stare stare them down

     He can feel a heated gaze locked upon him. The sensation of which is nothing foreign given his well known hostility across the Valley. Having known how to brush it off, the idea of humoring the other by staring back came once he’d realized just how little there was to do in this place. Exploring could only grant him so much excitement when the only treasures that could be found were inside trash containers, and even then those “luxuries” were that of discarded meals. Never satisfying.