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                                                                 ❛      i  think  i’ve  hurt  my  ankle.       ❜                  it’s  a  lie  --  she’d  been  told  to  WAIT  RIGHT  THERE  by  someone  she  did  not  wish  to  see  again  ;  so  now  here  she  was  stuck  --  but  she  could  SIT  &  PRETEND.       //  @kingoftabor​  +  starter call 

                        is it cause your kiss didn’t wake up the princess ??

William: She hasn't changed. She has that same light inside her. You must see it. The Huntsman: You'd be blind if you didn't. William: I've thought about her every day since I lost her. I can hardly believe I found her. The Huntsman: You should tell her how you feel. It'd be good for her. William: No. I wouldn't know how. The Huntsman: You not telling someone something like that and living with the regret is a lot worse.

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                   Staff in hand, he stands tall like a brick wall and yet he swings the staff so fluidly that the rough aura that encases him seems to be a lie. ❝  I hope you don’t take the loss personally,  ❞ already he initiates a playful banter that would rile the other.  Carefully taking a step around the male, he only gestures for him to make the first move as his guard is up.  Plucked from his home at a young age,  trained to fight like a soldier,  and  thrown into many wars he carried on his back,  the male had yet to experience a fight that doesn’t result in one’s favor.