#righteousbravery

     The blade against his throat was uncomfortable but still he        remained calm. There was no sense in fighting. Not to him        anyways. After all, if his head fell from his neck, the assailant        would be pierced through and through with weapons galore        from those surrounding him.

     The blade presses harder, and he can feel the skin slice        underneath the sharp surface. Blood trickles from the cut yet        his eyes stay focused on the Hoshidan Prince. Was his question        weighing on his mind? He hoped so.

     His answer comes when the weapon is dropped, that hard gaze        searing into his flesh.

give jox a gold star maybe

you love him and you know it

     It’s a sight to see, the girl practically boarding herself up in the countless amount of tomes she seems to possess. It gets a raise of the lord’s eyebrow, a questioning hum in his throat as to what could possibly be so important about those books that takes up one’s entire attention. Of course he can’t help sauntering over to see what exactly she’s doing.

okay but leila

     Oh, he really didn't think that Shinonome would really do it. Especially considering they were both guys but that was something Grey could give less than two shits about. His lips quirk in a smirk, eyes narrowing slightly at how hesitant the taller seemed at first, how defensive he sounded at something he's never done. Of course that strikes a rough spot, and that's what the ninja was aiming for.

     "Aha," He manages to laugh when he's tugged closer, head tilted up to have lips press against his neck in the lightest of kisses. And here Grey thought he didn't have it in him, "Cute." Is what he follows up, or tries to at least. He's cut off when his head is tilted more, near ready to ask what the hell the lancer was doing before teeth find themselves in his pale flesh.

     The further the silence was dragged on, the more his patience wore thin. His jaw tightens, teeth digging into the wood of candy in his mouth and it takes every ounce of his strength to not snap at the young prince. Of course, it doesn’t keep him from reaching out and snatching the other’s shoulder, in turn yanking him so the ninja can get a glimpse at his face better.

     There's a laugh that comes from the lord's throat, smile spreading his lips wide. Ivory teeth are flashed with the bellow, brow furrowing just a bit at the other's words.

     "You're joking right?" It's not as if he was doubting the younger (yes he was) but it was hilarious that he'd think that because he's not incredibly muscular, he's also not a pipsqueak. Now, Hector can't say much, more for the fact that he's taller than the brunet but he's definitely heavier than him to. Fat and muscle combined. Still, the comment makes him chuckle and he can't help but lean back against the wall of the spring.