#gauntlet posts

my knight you have to live you have to get up you have to put your hand over your wound and hold it there. you have to keep walking and walking and walking because you cannot lay down yet, it’s not time. wipe the blood off your breastplate and look up into the sun. lean on your sword if you need to. lift one foot after another. get up. get up. this would be a pitiful grave.

There is an orange flame flickering in the sky, a comforting draft of heat coming from it. I look across the campfire to see that same light dancing in the jesters eyes. Slowly he begins his dance, sensual and lustfully he puts on my armor. My armor hanging off his pale skin, him shedding his clothes under the armor and leaving just the cold steel covering him. Lastly he grabs my gauntlet. Stalking over to me he takes my own gauntlet and runs it down my spine. I shiver at his touch, like I’ve had caffeine dripped into my veins. He reaches around and strokes me, already at full staff. I moan into his touch and he laughs that thrice damned laugh, I drop to my knees…. And thus begins a night where I don’t sleep ;)

whats that kink called that you get from reading too much fantasy lit as a child that makes you want to be tortured in front of someone who loves you so you can see the pleading desperation in their eyes and hear how much they love you in between the cracks of their voice and really truly believe they would do anything to save you. also you get to look so cool and brave and covered in blood and soooo able to withstand pain haha no just me? ok

knight symbolism in chronic pain save me. armor metaphors for the unseen weight on your limbs. hidden wounds you must hide from your companions. the soft groans when you try to get to your feet. collapsing as soon as the door shuts behind them. knowing that you have to get up, you must get up — you have to be brave and strong for them but god does it hurt. craving the touch of the beloved on your forehead while you see them in dreams. wounded knight symbolism in chronic illness save me save me please

some of you didn’t spend roadtrips as a kid in the backseat gazing desolately out the window while drip-feeding yourself droplets from a water bottle and pretending you were a wounded knight being carted back from the scene of battle while bleeding furiously from your wounds. and brother does it show

being held by someone who takes comfort just from holding you. feeling them relax and sigh into your hair as they hold you just one more inch closer, feeling them soak up the comfort of cradling your body in theirs. knowing the safety you can dispense just by breathing in their presence.

got so deep inside my knight with my healing magic that my eyes shifted color to match his. the way he groans and writhes in my arms as his wounds mend over is how I know my gods smile on the use of my talents. true story

knight who hides his injuries under the armor knight who leans too hard on his lance knight who’s trusting the blood will dry to the armor and not drip down and betray him. knight who’s ponderous walk conceals the slow strain of dividing muscle knight who’s clanking amor conceals the panting groans at every step knight who will collapse on the paving stones the moment the royal door closes