#ofimmortal

because you said that. Cor wants to touch him now ---

Imagine Ravus being so impressed by his skills and the young age at which he managed to become Crownsguard. He’s honored and excited that Cor would be willing to spar with him, but Cor definitely advises that Ravus needs to improve his swordplay to suit his own unique skillset and not just aspire to be like others who came before. Like... “Take what you know from warriors past and think about how you can surpass them, not emulate them”

Cue Ravus being like

“I’d heard you were back,” the Captain mused as he caught sight of the Marshal leaving the throne room assumedly having just debriefed with the King. Unlike Amicitia who was bound to remain by the King’s side, Cor had more freedom as was often sent on missions outside the Citadel. Titus was too, though he usually had a squad of Glaives under his command.

           ❝ my goodness. your king does put out a fine spread. don’t you agree, marshal? i must say, even i’m impressed by it. ❞

/throws bread at him

Clarus playfully rolls his eyes and releases Cor from his grip. “You need to start actually stretching. Otherwise you’re going to need massasges more often. Trust me, old friend.”