#derlorde

Let us celebrate thee! The mad knight!

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SFAWTDE - Front and back cover + advertising poster

okay what do we think avery saw in the book in the church?

clearly it was meant for and directed at HIM, and contains something that would only affect HIM, considering how different avery and derlorde's reactions are

basing derlorde's reaction being "jesus, thats gross," and writing those signs, i can only guess that they're horribly personal comments or insults, deffo connected to how avery very clearly doesn't value himself and thinks he isn't enough for not being as smart as derlorde

this rlly reads to me as avery hearing this kind of stuff his whole life, being told he isn't enough, or trying hard enough, and that he's stupid

✭ ||𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 .||

✭ || D3RLORD3 X GN! READER

✭|| Warnings : none.

(minecraft is the reality the both of you are in, for the sake of the story.)

Sometimes, just sometimes,

D3rlord3 allows himself the luxury that is to dream. It happens particularly on cold nights, when the two of you lie together on the bed he built with his own bare hands, trapped in each other’s warmth. When sleep has taken you hours ago, but not him. So for whatever absurd reason, he stays awake just a little longer, just to gaze at you. The sight calming his mind that usually races with waves and waves of thoughts.

What he does dream about, though, he finds quite embarassing, but alas, what's a man got to do except to dream when the only certainty is uncertainty?

He lets his mind drift sometimes, and it always seems to carry him to the same place. A small, cozy cottage tucked between fields of flowers that the both of you planted together, with a little garden out back and maybe a cat or two, And of course, there’s his favorite part.

You show up.

You smile at him, say something about going to look at the sea together later. He's not sure about exactly what you said, because he's not really listening, he's just happy you're here. And so he smiles back.

Sometimes he changes the little details, shifting things around depending on how he feels, but you never change. You’re always there in those silly little fantasies of his.

With a quiet sigh, he turns his head until he’s facing you, close enough to trace the line of your shut eyes without touching. It’s a foolish thought, he knows, given everything, but sometimes it creeps in anyway, the fear that one day you’ll close them and never open them again.

If he let himself be selfish, even just a little, he’d ask for one more day, just one more day, for this exact same thing. Lying beside you, with nothing in the world to worry about.