YOUR KNIGHT

─ ➺ ❪ STARTER CALL: @lancesruin​

Her steps match his as they take a walk through the fields of the Academy, her features are soft as she takes a moment to look up to him, only now really noticing the height that separated her to him. She knew what had been spoken about him, a skirt chaser if you will but in this moment Annette would only see a genuine side to him, one that she found herself liking to be around. 

❝ You know I really appreciate your help Sylvain? I don’t know if i’d be able to do this with anyone else… ❞ 

She came with a request, and one he couldn’t turn down. Luckily, he found his schedule uneventful and filling it up with the company of a friend would be a lot nicer then chasing some girls around ---- they seemed to be unamused by him as of late anyways. Constantly being hit on was probably wearing them out. 

          “ It’s not a problem at all. Riding a horse is              easy -- but if you’re afraid of heights, it can              get a little tricky. But, you’re lucky you’ve              brought me along. I’ve been around horses              my whole life. ”

@lancesruin​ / ⚔

      Of all the people in Garreg Mach that he doesn’t want to see, Sylvain sits pretty securely at number two, with only the Boar Prince taking the throne, as he has for the past ten years. Normally, Felix would simply leave when Sylvain entered a room, sensing trouble and irritation as easily as a predator can sense blood. He can’t leave now, so instead his eyes cut across to Sylvain, already crossing the room towards where Felix stands. 

     “What do you want, Sylvain?” He crosses his arms, shifting his weight so that his hips jut slightly off to the side. “Can’t you see I’m busy?” He’s very clearly not, but that doesn’t stop him from saying it.

They certainly had different definitions of the term ‘busy’. Standing in line for food was not within Sylvain’s description. Nevertheless, a smile appeared to stretch ear to ear, giving a light scoff as to dignify a response to his seemingly unfriendly welcome.

          “ Busy?? That’s a term you should              use while eating, not waiting to be              served, Felix. ”

Surely, Felix could deal with him invading his personal space for a little while. Plus, he was at the end of the line, no other choice could be considered. Guess the other would have to make the time in such a busy schedule.

@malheuur​ being gay: " You can lay here.. but only for tonight.. Next time don't be stupid and get hurt.. You are only in here so I can keep an eye on you"

Nights were -- to say the least -- rougher. Wound would throb in agony, sleep became restless, and eye grew heavy. No, he hated asking for help. Being the oldest of the group, since childhood, had brought a sense of pride within his chest. It could be used for selfish reasons, but those reason were his own. Did not matter what his friends considered selfish or not -- it took more for him to seek assistance or care. It was him job to watch over them -- not the other way around. Yet, Felix’s stubborn request left him defenseless. No rejections would be uttered, nor gestured. Maybe for once he could be completely for himself without a consequence. Having someone care for him, not through false lies and deceit, but actual -- dare say -- love, would be a good change. Yes -- a good change.

          “ Only because you’re too stubborn              to argue with -- ”

But he liked this. Sylvain was relieved to be beside someone whom he held appreciation for, returning the feelings bestowed upon. A nice change -- a really nice change. Something he loved to get use to. Wishful thinking yet again, Gautier. 

Felix held a cold stare, a cold shoulder -- he gave off those kinds of chills; yet he felt warmth laying beside him. As children, they had these sleepovers regularly. Their lands were connected, and fathers were close -- which in turn made them who they were today. He couldn’t help but to be thankful for that, whether fate had something to do with it or not. He was given a brother whom wanted nothing more then his death wish, and in return gained three friends whom became more like his family then his real one ever was. It was his reason for living through these times. The only one. 

           “ Thank you, Felix. ”

Words were soft through the silence between them. It mattered not if he heard. Gratitude was never Felix’s strong suit, given or not. So he said it, with a smile; it was fun to get under the others skin. He found himself good at it.

@envyfated​ asked: “ I didn’t think this would get you so upset. ”

Truth be told, a lot didn’t get under his skin. His playful and charming exterior made it seem like he was all but serious, all carefree. He enjoyed the fun of it, but at times he couldn’t help himself to be yanked out of that facade, quickly. A mask is what he hid behind, and only so few managed to see true intentions. A history of bloodshed, and a Crest to bare it -- Sylvain thought incredibly different to the way things in life were treated. Heart was never easily persuaded, which made his mind grow stubborn. 

His hand took the book from her own, desperately. Maybe he came off a bit strong with accusations, but nevertheless he was glad to have the book back. Eyes pondered over the title reading it over and over; Sreng. A territory up north beyond the land of Gautier; a land they protected. His views were not of his father’s, that was for certain. In fact, his views were very far from the family’s own -- a path he hoped to lead. Hand gave the books rim a good grasp, eyes never departing from the title.

          “ Neither did I.... ” 

@jalokivirouva​ asked: “    → // Annette   ”   

How did he agree to this?? Even after five years, Annette’s cooking seemed to stay the same -- he hoped it would achieve some sort of upgrade, none the less. Looks deceived him greatly, for the taste seemed a lot better then his expectations. A nice surprise for such a deary day -- no luck with wooing a women after all. Yet, it was nice for one to cook him something, even if he was just a guinea pig to start out from. 

          “ It tastes better then it looks --              which is a great improvement. ”

A swift kiss of appreciation was given upon her cheek. Chaste, but thankful. IT wasn’t every day someone would cook for him out of the kindness of their heart. Seems Mercedes and Annette were the god send in such affairs for him.

     Hmph. Sylvain …

      “Is that what it looked like to you?” With one hand at his hip and the other lingering just below his chin, Lorenz holds his nose just as high as ever despite the circumstances. Rejection, after all, is something to which he’s become quite accustomed. “I am not at all bothered. The words I craft are pure poetry; if they do not appeal to a lady, then perhaps she and I would not make for a good match. In essence, a rejection may be a blessing, as I take no interest in the meaningless courtship.”

     “There is nothing tragic about it – though I suppose she does miss out on spending an afternoon with someone as refined as me.”

He could only scoff. Nobles were the same, most of them. Looking widely for a suitor or chasing after women for a worthy mate. Why did that even matter?? No wonder Lorenz’s flirting had only gotten him so far. Scaring women off with the idle thoughts of marriage so soon, or thereof, could only bring a sense of fear to their hearts. 

          “ Oh so that’s it -- You’re just looking for              someone to marry, huh?? Why so soon??              It’s not like your haircut’s getting any better -- ”