where I save you and you save me
His brow arched, awaiting either approval or discontent from the Dragoon. It hadn’t been the first, nor the last he suspected, sword he’d ever constructed or made; well versed and used to the feel of a blade from childhood practice to now, and he’d managed to craft and create multitudes for either friends or the barracks armory.
So when the notes of perfection waned through, he smiled, nodding his head. “Good. May it bring you some protection.” And for whatever else he deemed necessary. Pausing, because he wasn’t certain of other portions or credentials (just his own long list of necessities, and now with the flower procured…more advances upon Starfall semblances). “Thank you again for the rose. Do you need anything else?”
So when the notes of perfection waned through, he smiled, nodding his head. “Good. May it bring you some protection.” And for whatever else he deemed necessary. Pausing, because he wasn’t certain of other portions or credentials (just his own long list of necessities, and now with the flower procured…more advances upon Starfall semblances). “Thank you again for the rose. Do you need anything else?”
Deimos
and we save each other over and over, a hundred times, endlessly
