god i love knights. in order for knights to be mobile in their metal suits there must be gaps in the metal that reveal their hidden softness that allow them to run and swing and fight. oh, they hide behind their visor and prepare for war. they dedicate themselves to ideals and visions so far beyond their corporal flesh. a light that dazzles, but ultimately blinds. and what is a knight if he doesn’t know what he’s meant to fight for? what is a sword when it isn’t wielded by a righteous man? a knight isn’t a man, he has given up his soul for the right to be metal. to be unstoppable, to be greater than life, to embody death.
oh, but isn’t it so humiliating. when you look at the man you’re supposed to kill and you see his eyes under the visor. when you can feel him flinch as you cut right in between those gaps of metal. as his breathing hitches because of the intense pain— that just because he is tortured everyday from his devotion does not render him numb. every second he fears for his life, and as much as he wishes to die he also desperately hopes for salvation.
because he is a man. and you can feel that. and you know this because there are gaps in the metal. because you cannot hide behind your armor. because no matter what you choose to become you will always have a body. a body that hurts, a body that aches. and you want to hold him and apologize, by god you want to tell him a thousand wistful sorries that you can offer for hurting him. the softness of his thighs and the blood that you can feel pumping into his hands. i am sorry, for hurting a man. i am sorry.
because you want to love him. and you wish desperately that when he sees the eyes under your visor, he wants to love you too.
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