#fishyoldbird

“ Yep! And With everyone I guess ya mean all ta ladies? Becuase if that is , then ye~♡!”

"Gee, old man. My bad. You're more of a stud than I thought."

Armor Gone

The ex-commandant stared ahead, towards the sea. This time, he was on a cliff just outside of Capua Nor. He could do it. He could jump into the waves and sink to the bottom. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Why was it so hard now, he wondered as he absently stared up into the night sky.

There’s little for Duke to become excited about these days, but when he does find something the gesture is small; a tiny smile that breaks out on his face, crimson eyes that light up unlike most ever see. The elation he feels with excitement is apparent in the way his feet pick up their pace--they’re small changes, but make all the difference when people have been around him enough to know what’s considered normal. In the past it was different. In the past, while still a quiet person he was far more expressive. The methods varied depending on who he was with, however. Excitement around his parents was never at all apparent, but when in the company of Elucifer, or even knights that he could have once called strong allies, he would make slightly more candid gestures that displated his emotion. Larger smiles, and hands that would clap together maybe once in a burst of excitement, even if it did draw in unwanted onlookers.

“Fine, make me 300 crepes and I will take of this pants”

Of course it was a new journal given to him by the creator of his blastia, not that other’s would know it. It was a habit, ingrained by something he didn’t quite understand, to write down a little bit of something everyday, even if all he did was scribble in a quick picture.

" Hngggg. Raven make this stop, make this stoop!" Damuron whined and hide under Raven's bed. He never expected to have thunders on the Guilds Den city. Neither of them liked the thunders , but for the knight the  war was still fresh.