#knightsofblazing

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..What.

            Faye searched for a place where she could be left alone to wallow to her broken heart’s content. As soon as she was sure Alm could no longer see her, she took a deep, shaky breath. She would not cry in front of Alm. She would rather stab her own eyes out before she let that happen. 

            The girl took a second deep breath and rubbed the tears out of her eyes, as if doing so would cleanse her stormy heart and allow her to sort out the chaotic thoughts in her mind. Faye loved Alm and wanted him to be happy. His happiness was her happiness. But was it so bad to hope that she could be the one to give Alm that happiness ? He was the best part of her life; she couldn’t be happy without him. 

            Yet.

            Yet no matter how many times she threw herself at him, no matter what lengths she would go for him, she would always be Alm’s childhood friend and nothing more. She would never be good enough. And all she could do was keep hoping for the day he would come to love her as much as she loved him. The look on his face when she confessed her love to him flashed in her mind as if to taunt her. 

            But that day will never come, will it ? 

            She had her answer alright. She swallowed back the tears in her throat and clenched her fists. Why wouldn’t he give her a chance ?! She would drop to her knees for him if he would hold a hand out to her. She would follow him through hell. She would die for him. And yet that wasn’t good enough.

            ❝ Maybe it would’ve been for the best...if I hadn’t confessed. ❞ A single tear escaped and rolled down her cheek. Faye hugged her shoulders tightly. Her voice cracked with grief. ❝ Alm... I’m sorry... I’m so sorry — I …  ❞ 

Lyn had seen the blow meet his flesh. While she knew him able to outlast any wound, it worried her to watch him do his utmost to ignore whatever pain he suffered. She bit her lip, trying to muster her response carefully. True, she could offer him a vulnerary and vow not to speak a word of their exchange to anyone. But all swordsmen of Sacae had their pride, and this “Sword Demon”, as he’d been dubbed, was no exception. That ploy would not work. 

“You won’t remain the Sword Demon if you leave those wounds unattended.”

  “Um, hello?” She called out, scratching the side of her head as she wanted to ask this person a question. “Have you seen a pink diamond around?”

It had been raining for about a week straight, the patter could even be heard strong from within the mess tent- granted it wasn’t a busy time, with hardly anyone around (if anyone). Cherche couldn’t help but hope for sun, flights in the rain weren’t nearly as enjoyable as ingredients for a michew berry pie. sunny counterpart. So to cheer herself up (and perhaps some others) she had gotten the necessary ingredients and baked one. 

“Excuse me, Serra, right? You sent this letter to my door? Stating you had something that needed to be done by a, ahem, commoner?”

Tobin held up the pink letter with the fine tuned handwriting on it, it had taken Tobin a bit to finally read the rather posh handwriting, it was far more intricate than the young man was used to, then again, he’d have to get used to it, as it seems most of the nobles in Askr were rather good with their handwriting.