#rustbriar

     ❝   i   must   say,   what   a   brilliant   speech   you   gave,   darling.   ❞   the   witch's   applause   echoed   in   the   palace's   hallowed   halls   as   she   approached   heira,   supple   flesh   curled   into   a   bemused   smile.

memes, accepting

the boy coddles his hand against his hoodie. a ‘little hero’ august was. copper eyes glint prideful. upon hearing heira’s gentle words, he bares injured hand toward her. plume bruises gnarl his knuckles.

in aftermath of emergency, their world crickets. (and august – lovable, chivalrous kid – relishes it.) a phantom weight launches from his shoulders. you would take a breath. you would mend, recharge, heal.

"i am forever in your debt"

He doesn't look towards the other, not fully anyway. It's a tossed glance from one exposed emerald optic. Jaw tensed at the words felt that were undeserved, he was just doing what he thought anyone would if they were in the same position. Aid given because he was able, nothing more. He had no desire for a debt or anything else from the smaller figure. Straightening up, he takes in a breath as jaw tenses before looking to his side now fully at her as opposed to the brief glance from before. "You do not owe me anything." Deep voice answers as he keeps intense gaze downcast upon her. "It was nothing." In his mind if they weren't desperately needing help and found themselves in that situation, seeing him, then he wouldn't have helped. It was all based on survival was it not? And yet here he was, standing before her after committing the very act to save her. Never seeing himself as a good person, he didn't need someone else believing he was and he hoped she didn't. "Forget about debt." He adds, hoping that final comment might cement into her mind his feelings on the matter.