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@fcragil​ said : ‘ forgiveness does not take up much room ’

 the  word  take  longer  than  usual  to  settle  inside  of  him—though  they  sit  unquieted  with  his  mind.  he  never  took  her  for  a  naive  girl,  so  the  fact  that  she  allows  these  words  passage  through  her  lips  meant  a  great  deal.  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐚𝐜𝐭  𝐭𝐨  𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭  was  a  task  that  not  many  could  accomplish,  though  it  conveyed  more  strength  than  ten  thousand  warriors  all  armed  to  the  teeth  and  ready  to  strike.  that  was  an  act  that  would  follow  into  the  grave,  and  she  though  seemingly  untouched  by  all  corrupt—held  inside  her  this  strength  that  could  twist  a  mind  unto  a  dark  place,  never  knowing  why  she  could  offer  this  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡  𝐚  𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞  𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞  𝐚𝐬  𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲  𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬.  

❝  and  that  is  a  power  that  not  many  know  to  grasp — it  is  a  gift  many  seek  but  none  are  willing  to  ask  for  unless  they  feel  the  weight  of  an  unseen  burden  heavy  on  their  shoulders...  and  then  you  take  this  away  with  ease  and  they  are  left  with  a  different  weight.  ❞  his  attention  falls  on  her—he  removed  his  shades  so  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐚𝐧  𝐬𝐞𝐞  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞  from  her,  ❝  this  weight  can  crush  your  enemies  and  allies  alike,  because  now  they  need  to  forgive  themselves  or  bury  that  feeling  deep  enough  inside  so  that  they  don't  sink  with  it.  ❞  he  turned  his  gaze  off  into  a  distance  allowing  his  mind  to  become  lost  with  the  breeze  combing  through  his  black  hair.  

             “  don’t worry about it.  he was giving me trouble,  but i can take care of myself perfectly peachy. –  that’s definitely not how the saying goes. either way, gesture is appreciated–  with so many assholes around i can’t really complain about a good deed.  ”

the inquiry doth claim the bubble of deep laughter , a captain amused by the simplicity of query ; one that surprisingly birth his fate .     gloved hand grip the rail ‘pon ship , other rising to slick back the flyaways of golden curls . 

‘     aye .     ‘     a pause , soon followed with 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍 ‘pon his features     ‘     i was a wee child .     ‘     memories were a blur , locked behind the doors of a traumatic event .     it cause him little distress , a stint of amnesia that leaves him with no recollection of the life before . he feigns with ease the difficulty it is to shuffle through his broken memories ; nimble digits 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙 ‘pon chain about his neck .    

‘     i set out on voyage … oy , o’er a couple decades ago .     ‘     there is a balance betwixt attention he pay to sea and the gaze that momentarily turn to capture his guest .     ‘     i ended up lost , stranded at sea and adopted amidst a crew of bandits . where ever my home was prior , once i found the sea , she found me too and i never looked back .     ‘

 in  the  absence  of  speech,  al-cid's  eyes  cannot  help  but  follow  along  to  the  story  that  𝐢𝐬  𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝  𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧'𝐬  𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲.  every  gesture  whispered  𝚊𝚗  𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍  𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗  who  seemed  more  like  a  closed  book  with  a  beautiful  cover—one  page  shared  at  a  time  that  al-cid  studied  until 𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬  𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐞𝐚'𝐬  𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐧  where  they  were  washed  away.  the  sound  of  the  waves  mixed  with  the  breeze  filled  the  silence  as  al-cid  𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎  before  his  eyes.          

 ❝   forgive   me   for   prying   lady   summoner,   but   you   seem   troubled.   ❞   though   his   words   fall   off   bluntly,   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞   𝐢𝐬   𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧   𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝   𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬   𝐨𝐟   𝐡𝐞𝐫.   ❝   i   am   an   empty   void   awaiting   your   voice   if   the   lady   so   chooses   to   use   me.   ❞