Ambrosius would’ve tensed and shut his eyes as the sword came towards him only for Bal to gently tip his chin up and they made eye contact. Then Bal would be whisked away by Todd and Ambrosius would be left with the ghost of the cold sword at his chin, so close to killing him yet wielded by someone who would never do something like that.

My brain has been obsessed @mvjerbs ‘s prince ballister au and I had a urge to draw tiny ballister, so I did

i don't think my heart can take it.

"this is why people hit you" pls 😭😭😭

ambrosius has been a dramatic bitch since day one, i love it. and bal is just like *sigh* he's an idiot but he's MY idiot. gotta save his ass, i guess.

he protecc, he atacc, but most importantly- he got his friend's bacc 😤

he's just a little guy *cries*

long story short, ballister gives ambrosius the christmas gift and acts oblivious, like a good friend he is.

having witnessed this, i love how their dynamic as adults seems like a very natural progression from what they had as kids. if you just ignore, well, the whole you're my archnemesis and we need to fight each other because of a terrible incident in our past we have never honestly adressed or explained. but yeah, they're just so very sweet and caring, truly a black cat and golden retriver energy at its finest.

based on this i would also guess ambrosius is younger than ballister, with the way he looks and with this childlike innocence and naivety. that, or he's just always been smaller than bal. either way, it makes me think how ambrosius is an easy target for bullies and how ballister feels responsible for him and his safety/happiness. i wonder if looking at the perfect, golden imagine adult ambrosius has created, ballister ever saw the scrawny little boy with a black eye who hid behind his back.

he probably did, huh.

the idea that they were raised together, grew up together, fallen in love at some point, spent their whole lives together, really, makes me go crazy. how both of them lost the only friend they ever had, a friend they were never allowed to fully love.