My Boyfriend is a Legendary Sword Spirit!
Hey gang! Next chapter of the original fic is up. If you're into gay fantasy romance and enjoy the enemies-to-lovers trope, this one might be up your alley!
Chapter 1: The Blue Hour
[Tiz] reaches down with a shaking hand and undoes the catch of the bag at his hip, drawing free a small paper packet. He pulls it open with a couple of cautious tugs, revealing a selection of herbs—giltweed for luck, bay leaf for success, mugwort and blue vervain for protection, bundled together in raw-edged twine. He could always cart his meager alms to a proper House of Hours, and lay it at the feet of Dawn, Day, or Dusk, instead, but the Three Sisters are notoriously fickle, bestowing most of their blessings on the nobility and the occasional hero of the realm. The Blue Hour isn't so reserved in apportioning her favor. Some say she'll even bow her head so low as to lend aid to the demonbound. Surely a humble squire requesting some assistance in his pursuit of a knighthood won't cause too much offense—or so Tiz hopes. He fishes a match out of his tobacco pouch and strikes it against the heel of his boot, then lights the herbs aflame. Tiz fumbles gracelessly through the hand motions of the Orphan's Canter and murmurs the incantation. It's longer than the ones used in most other canters, the whole first line of an old schoolyard rhyme instead of a simple word or phrase. In the hour of shadows, soft and true, where neither sun nor stars shine through.
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Enjoy!
