#b-erserk

@b-erserk

My muse had been kidnapped and tortured for the past week send “I’m here- I’m here, now” for your muse to save them.

Tired eyes open when she hears those five words. They come from a husky voice that she knows so well. That voice made her heavy heart leap and aching muscles beneath bruised skin tense. 

It couldn’t be! Could it? 

You...” Her words escape her in a breathy whisper. “You are here...” A slight shake of her head, as though to wake herself from sleep. Harmony thought she was dreaming but no, this isn’t the case. Her tormenters cease to be with only her and the ex-mercenary being the sole survivors in this horrid dungeon.

Guts... 

Her gaze once holding vibrant silver, now dark as the stormy seas with dark circles embracing each eye. Arms forced upward by rusted chains cuffing slender wrists to the wall, losing feeling sometime ago now. 

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again...I'm sorry you have to see me like this." Seems to be a pattern now, one that the girl hates. She longs to be stronger and not be a burden to others. This man has been through enough as it is and she never wanted to give him more to put up with. Yes, history seems to have repeated itself. He found her in a low state: A prisoner damned to a grim life that would have surely been cut short without Guts's intervention.

 「        @b-erserk​ asked  ― 🤚 to offer your muse a hand in dance        」

        ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪs ᴘᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ. it’s a common scene in her castle, the music, the dancing . . . all things she’d grown so used to through her life. but never did the princess really feel as though she fit in. often times her nights were spent by the horderves or on her balcony enjoying the view of the lavish garden below. currently it’s the later, blue eyes scanning the rows and rows of flowers below. tomorrow she’d work in the garden, left alone to her own thoughts as she liked. often the king didn’t appreciate her wondering off during parties like this but it never stopped mia from doing so. 

         but a presence is sensed and that’s when the royal spins on her heel, eyes jetting upward. oh. giving a small bow mia smiles, hands folded in front of her nicely. ❝ my apologies, i didn’t expect ― ❞ a hand, outstretched toward her causes the princess to fall short of words. confusion falls into place of her polite smile. then the pieces come together and a dusted red settles on cheeks. ❝ oh, a dance ? ❞ it’d been so long since someone had offered it’s hard to wrap the mind around. but she gives a grin, a soft hand taking his calloused one. ❝ i may be a little rusty. ❞ a warning for his feet. but the other doesn’t seem to mind. out on the balcony she feels less pressure, no one staring or watching . . . it’s simply them under the moon. 

“ You don’t have to stare. “

Said pointedly, without even a lick of fear. No matter how huge this guy was, and how much more powerful he seemed to look, Rem wasn’t about to let that mess up her composure.

“Huh? Help with what?” Probably the huge stack of boxes teetering in her hands and going well past her head, which she was having to crouch to even try and get inside the door. Admittedly, with a vamp’s strength it wasn’t an issue of power, so much as balance. Not that it particularly mattered, since-

" Really, I'm too old for ya' kid. " A date, was it ? O', this boy surely was not aware of what Hell plagued our warrior. Though, the idea was sentimental enough to just about muster a smirk. Who could've known that the little spunk had some humour in him. ( Any of them bois )

--

He really was. This was a pretty crazy idea to begin with, especially since this had all been on a whim on Leo’s part, but this guy could be however old he wanted to, Guts was exciting. New, unknown, sent his inspiration into haywire, so why couldn’t they go on a date? The man simply oozed testosterone and he was fascinating beyond words and so hot it quite frankly made Leo a little weak to his knees, simply looking at him. And that smirk...! Wow, yeah. That was some next level bullshit of attractiveness and Leo felt incredibly stupid for a moment. He grinned up at the looming swordsman, equally tickled by the thought that no one who saw them together would ever assume they were on a date. 

               ❚❚‖   ♡ ⋮                    late  nights.

she  glances  over,   a  little  surprised  by  the  sudden  break  of  silence  between  them.

it  was  a  quiet  night,   there  wasn’t  much  going  on  at  all.   these  kind  of  nights  were  her  favorite,   as  there  was  really  no  way  of  anything  bad  happening  and  she  could  just  sort  of   ...   relax  properly  without  any  worries.

she  was  guessing  guts’  life  was  less  than  peaceful.   fleur  couldn’t  even  imagine  it   --   she  thought  her  life  was  bad  at  the  worst  that  really  happened  to  her  anymore  was   tripping  down  the  stairs  maybe  every  other  day  or  forgetting  small  things  that  made  her  mildly  annoyed.

                    “  yeah   . . .  “

she  quietly  muttered  her  agreement,   the  woman  giving  a  small  sigh.   picking  at  the  skin  around  her  fingers,   glancing  down.   she’s  sort  of  unsure  of  what  she  was  supposed  to  say  next   --   if  she  even  should  say  something  else  at  all.