#alonne

𝓐𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓲 𝓖𝓮𝓷 💜

Saving a hollowed was not in Sir Alonne's plans of travel.

WC: 618 𖹭 art creds: Shimhaq on insta 𖹭 gn reader/m pairing

cw: none!

Alonne hadn't meant to walk this far out. He'd been traveling for a while now, going down many paths. Enjoying his freedom after a long service to the Iron King, alone. He'd met and killed too many to count, letting each one strike the first blow. He'd recently traveled through a castle, only to spend a few days there. This land was rich in history and culture, which he was unaware of. He'd been on guard in this new place, deep down, with water dripping down, and small islands of land. No enemies meant someone or something else was here, already culling. His hand rested on the hilt of his Nagamaki, twitching slightly. He turned around a wall carefully, only to see 2 Amana Priestesses and a lizard man, surrounding a small dwelling of some kind. Singing echoed from it, and Alonne unsheathed his blade. He made all too easy work of the enemies, striking first. A life could be in danger.  When they all fell, his blade sheathed with a soft *click!*. He turned slightly towards the dwelling, but now there was someone there. A Hollow. You. Head high, eyes wide, staring up at the towering man. You weren't afraid, hand reaching for your blade, hesitant. Sure, he helped you, but nothing here was free. That was a harsh lesson to learn here; kindness is few and far between. A long silence stretched on before a deep exhale came from Alonne, his body finally moving. A gradual bow. "Sir Alonne." His husky voice rang low, echoing a little. The song still rang out clearly. You repeated his action, your own name said in a smooth voice. Alonne memorized it, all the eyes on his helmet boring into you. He looked ahead, calculating. You stayed observing Alonne, still suspicious. There was no reason to trust him; helping once did not make him an ally. Alonne tilted his head back towards you, gesturing. "Come. I'll.. escort you." You didn't understand why he'd offer such a thing, but a clipped "Thank you" came out anyway. 

You trudged through the water behind Alonne, still helping to fight. You were not a helpless damsel in distress that someone could save to feel good. But Alonne didn't treat you as such, as you fought. He let you fight your own battles and win. By the time you arrived at the bonfire, tucked away in a tunnel, you were worse for wear. You lit the fire, flames cascading up before calming into the normal flickering and cracking. Weary and injured, you rested by the fire. Alonne was slower, more deliberate. He didn't look hurt like you, but still sat with you, facing the fire. A small spark started, a soft question from you about who Alonne was. "Traveling warrior," was his simple, stern answer. 

Talk was small and quiet, but it was talk. A rare pleasure for a hollow like yourself, lest you go back to The Far Fire. But all too soon, it felt, Alonne was standing to leave, making you stand and question him if you might see him again. "Hmph." Alonne paused, a finger tapping on the hilt of his katana, pondering. It was only a few seconds before he'd knelt before you, one hand slipping his helmet up, and the other grasping yours, pulling it forward. A soft warmth pressed against your hand, something unfamiliar, making warmth coil in your body. His face, you could feel, was smooth, well taken care of. It only lasted a few seconds before his helmet was back down, and he was back at full height. "We'll see." He mumbled, taking a few seconds to tear his gaze away from you. 

Alonne would certainly find you again.

A commission for @rosenquarts4u of their character + @keperaz's (then-dead) fan-favorite NPC. It's okay he got better :)

Soulstober Day 22!

“Sir Alonne came to this land from the east, chose to serve a little-known and unestablished lord, and helped him become the Old Iron King. Then, at the very peak of his sire's rule, Sir Alonne set out again, in search of lands yet unknown."