#honkai gepard

You know what?

I ship it.

Sampo X Gepard for life baby

there’s a strange kind of tautness that pulls at GEPARD’s shoulders. it’s heavy, almost like a ton of bricks pressing down against his skin, suffocating him, but not quite—it’s more subtle, more dull. somehow that only makes him feel more uneasy. he swallows all of it down, tries his best to get rid of the feeling. it’s the only thing he knows how to do. he reaches out to knock at your door. his movements are stiff. the thud of the wood is hollow. the weight on his shoulders only grows stronger as he waits for something and everything at the same time. finally he hears a faint sound.

his first instinct is self-preservation. his hand thoughtlessly moves to grip his weapon, before loosening its grip. perhaps his paranoia is entirely unjustified, irrational even. especially when the door opens to reveal you. the smile you give him is bright, and genuine, and gepard almost thinks it’s misplaced. kindness was dangerous in such an unpredictable world.

still he wonders why his heart feels just a little bit warmer, why he tries his best to return your smile even though every part of him argues against it. it was such a meager, trivial action, and yet deep down he’s not dense enough to overlook its significance. he can’t help but allow his hopes to soar just for a fleeting moment, glancing at the rosy version of reality those hopes offered. but then something seems to change. your smile disappears, and your brows furrow with palpable concern, and you’re opening your mouth—

“do you mind if i come in?”

the words spill from gepard’s lips instead. they’re messily strung together, accentuated with a slight tremble in his voice, and he hopes that he doesn’t come across as desperate. the sound of the wind drifting by suddenly seems all too loud. he has to stop himself from drumming his fingers against his thigh like an anxious child.

finally, you give him another smile. but this one’s different—it’s delicate, tender, yet almost perceptive, as if you know just how overwhelmed he’s felt recently. there was just so much to worry about, so much to do, all in so little time. that and the fact that sometimes, on the darkest and coldest of nights, after he’s finished cleaning up his wounds, he had to question whether each day would be the last. gepard watches, almost in slow motion, as you reach out, your fingers ever so gently intertwining with his. and, truly, he can’t remember a time when he was treated like this—like he was delicate. normally he likely would have taken offense, would have reprimanded you in the unforgiving tone he uses with everyone else. it was blasphemy to treat the captain of the silvermane guards with such tenderness. or at least, it should have been.

but gepard doesn’t care. he lets his fingers wrap around yours, lets himself be pulled into the warmth of your home. outside, through the crack in your window, he can still hear the sound of the wind passing by. it’s like a quiet song, humming softly, offering solace as the night sky surrounds the city of belobog.

E6 March: Forget about a healer! Focus on the attack and I’ll handle the rest!

Gepard: (She’s countered enemies, frozen everyone, and even removed the burn on me.) Umm, what path are you?

March:Preservation. What else?

Gepard:…Are you sure?

March:I’ve seen you get knocked out and then stand back up like nothing happened. I think we both stretch the limits of that word.

Evening befalls the only stronghold of Jarilo-VI humanity, Belobog. Coincidentally, his shift had concluded early than expected. Or, that the new supreme guardian, Madam Bronya, had forcefully ordered him to take the rest of the day off.