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Caspar blinked before turning to look at the other as he approached. “Oh hey, Linhardt!” He winced a bit as he finished pulling his shirt off. “Uh you mean these? Yeah they’re fresh! But they don’t hurt at all! Nope!” As he spun his arm to prove a point, he quickly winced and pulled his hand to cover the bruise. “…. See? Just fine!”

Linhardt didn’t buy it. 

Sometimes he wondered if Caspar collected bruises and even admired them in the looking glass after sparring sessions, but he couldn’t fathom just why he would allow himself such pain. It was obvious that they hurt. 

“Aw come on!”

Megan Draws | Accepting.

send me a “✎” and ill draw your muse

“Oh, Caspar, I was looking for you, I needed to talk to you.”

Ferdinand placed the brush he was using to clean his horse down on the water trough. He moved around to face his fighting friend. Standing tall as always he pulled out a notebook, scribbled with writings.

❝ How could I possibly forget? ❞

A smile slowly came to the edges of his lips before he pressed a kiss to Caspar’s cheek. Despite them being friends for almost a decade at this point, his friend always brought out a sense of childlike innocence within him. He thought of their youth and similar notions behind hushed walls where no one could see. Though he longed for the freedom to make his own decisions on who he should be with and how he should approach such a question, he wanted to keep his feelings to himself where they would eventually rest.

❝ Ah, you have some training to attend to, don’t you? I’d love to spectate on your performance, but I’ve got a bit of other matters to attend to... ❞