He of Heart

‘ ...To sully Galatine with your blood.... It is not worth it. ‘ YOU ARE SAFE FOR NOW. BB.

                    Slowly lifts the sister sword galatine.

‘  ? ? ? ‘

          Oh-? What’s this? Instantly an oblivious smile alights across the knight’s lips. Pale blue eyes observe the ‘ring’ though it appears more like a long rusted nail bent into the vague shape of a trinket. The gaze lifts a fraction up to the very serious stare from the rider-- there’s some kind of fire behind those eyes. The blond sweats. Slightly. Nervousness trickling into the expanse of his expression.                          ‘ Oh my, are you asking for my hand in battle? ‘

Might as well leave this himbo’s wall link here too while I’m at it.

Follow my stupid servant oc multi over here if you need more idiots for your dash ! ! !

Oh. Sleepy. It is the time. The time for sleeps. Knight-time.

 “ Oh! It’s not something that feeds the stomach-- but feeds the heart! I think I understand now! Thank you!“

 “ Y-you would share your food with me? “ He couldn’t help the surprise pouring into his voice. Though really, he should know better! Ozymandias had always shown a.... a sort of ‘kindness’ to him. Even though at times that kindness made his heart pound up into his throat. He rattles his head, fluffy blond bangs becoming further mussed. He shouldn’t be rude! He replaces his surprise with a smile, reaching out an open palm so Ozymandias could offer him however many, or few he would part with. “Though I have to ask-- since you seem so all knowing--- If Kabedom is not something you can eat-- what exactly is it? I saw other people talking as if it were a food but-- they also seemed unsure. Like me.” He retreats his hand the moment he’s got one of those cookies, lifting it up to pop the soft edge to his lips. “Ph-aank-- yuu yur hiihness.”

     His smile begins anew to those words. He nestles closer, his face pressing to the nape of that neck.  He holds his tongue, feeling the body in his arms slip free. It makes his smile dim just for the second it takes that hand to cup his cheek. His heart lightens within the confines of his chest-- he even seems to puff out that very chest as his smile digs deep along his lips-- a happy brightness pooling into his blue eyes. They kiss, and Gawain can’t help himself but to hold it a touch longer. His own idle hands finding purchase around the Beserker’s frame. “Strange? No...! Just the usual-- I mean, I did slip down a hill though. I wish you were there so I could have heard you laugh at me. My Uncle has already chided me for coming back disheveled. He’s such a mother hen.” His arms tighten, pulling Lancelot closer.

   “ I’m so hungry I don’t even CARE what kind of food it is. I’d still eat it. Even if it was questionable looking.“

Everyone is talking about  Kabedon like it’s a food-- and of course HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS EITHER. So no one can blame him (this time) for also wanting to eat it.