Nortitha Thought | Confession βοΈπͺ
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"I'm all yours. I've always been yours." Somehow these words leave him feeling more winded than anything else he had faced the entire night.
Not even five minutes ago had the two of them suffered a humiliating loss at the hands of several gatewaiting survivors. As if the constant harassment by the forward and knight hadn't already been enough, the remaining survivors just had to fire flares in his direction the moment he got close to the exit gate.
A pity it was that excitement remained on cooldown, for if it hadn't been, the night watch would have gladly stolen away the painter, who had yet to leave without the knight.
Even through the mist of the mist of the flares the night watch could make out the disgustingly adored look shared between the two as they finally left amongst the other survivors.
Something about the display irked the night watch in a way he couldn't fully explain, or at least refused to acknowledge, as the match came to its conclusion.
Once the final survivor made it out on the other side of the map, Eta let out a shout he'd been holding in the entire night, startling the crows on a nearby tree. It was a stupid match. He should have answered "Fool's Gold's" request for backup when the wildling and entomologist started harassing him near the frozen factory but his faith in the other hunter led him to believe they would both be fine on their own. Oh how wrong he was-
The worst thing about the match was not the fact that he had been hounded to oblivion but that he ignored Fool's Gold every chance the other asked for assistance.
But could anyone really blame him? After witnessing what he believed to be an intimate exchange between the man of coal and lady journalist in the manor's kitchen just before the match?
There was no getting the image of the two of them out of his mind. That rocky body crowded the young lady by the counter, trapping her in place and the delicate laughter that erupted from her hidden form was enough to leave the night watch storming out of the kitchen without even a glance back. Whatever Norton did in his private time was none of his business, and yet, Eta could do nothing to stop the raging storm in his heart as he bound down the hallway towards the awaiting match.
Which left him absolutely reeling, no longer pushing against Norton's shoulder in an attempt to shove the other off of him in their struggle against the other.
"What?" Eta's breath hitched in his throat as Norton's grip on his own shoulders slackened.
Blue eyes, the color of sapphires, stared into Norton's own; guarded, apprehensively, as if he were looking to continue their argument yet unable to bring himself to utter another harmful word.
"You're stuck with me until the end of time, windwalker."
Norton spoke with a certainty that left no room for compromise.
Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous this all was. And yet, the night watch found his heart racing despite itself. He could lie and say it was from the struggle they'd been having but he knew better.
"Truly?" He manages to say at last, his voice sounding small even to his own ears. But in the quiet of the frost covered woods it rings loud and loud and clear to the other hunter.
Norton huffs a laugh, leaning in just close enough for Eta to wonder if he'd get a kiss if he weren't donning a mask.
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