#// i am channeling my inner fanfic writer with these or smth idk :crylaugh:

[knighteclipsed]

undisturbed, perhaps.

a drabble: for valter’s birthday this year, following this. word count: 455 words

The Moonstone is not often disturbed in his training; moreover, he is not interrupted by anything other than offers (or requests) to spar, missions to embark on—the rest of his knightly obligations. It was his birthday today (he was well aware of it), but that did not change his routines; he was nothing if not consistent.

But when the gates open and footsteps approach, he turns to see who it is drawing nearer—not another knight seeking to hone their skills or a student in the aims of self-improvement. Lips upturn when he sees it is instead Selena—the Fluorspar, if she was so deserving to be called.

He draws his stance into non-hostility—or rather, he assumes his default, as opposed to a combatant in the midst of a battle. Continuing, he speaks:

“ Why, hello, Selena. ” (Her eyes are neutral in return to his greeting.) “ And to what do I owe the honor of you visiting me here? ”

A perfectly neutral expression; boring, but he would survive.

“Yesterday,” mage begins, “you visited me with a gift on my birthday.” (He recalls that interaction, and it only piques his interest as to where this would go next.) “I figured it would only be right to gift you something in return.”

So she is pretending nothing happened—that she may be the better person. He isn’t surprised—she was always that way. Even when he could see the fire in her eyes, the raw contempt threatening to unveil itself, Selena had a way of not letting it out; in short, she was a knight. A perfectly mindless knight.

She extends a hand to him, a rectangular box held within—if he were to impose, he’d regard it to be the same size as a knife box or container of sweets. Only one was to his taste; the other, socially acceptable. He elects to accept it, the other then turning to leave thereafter. The Moonstone does not stop her, merely watching as she disappears.

Shaken to disturb but not to break, he hears nothing, but he can feel the weight of its contents. So she is mirroring my tactics, it seems. (Not that he could confirm it without opening the gift first.) He saw no practical reason to be opposed, and yet—well, he rather didn’t quite feel like it. The gift is laid aside, undisturbed, perhaps to be opened at a later time.

Or perhaps not—what did he care? This wasn’t about ‘friendship’ after all, but torment. If he opened that box, it would not be as the polite recipient of a grant, but to determine what her true feelings were concerning his own actions.

Regardless, Valter was not going to devote time to it now; he has training to resume, after all.

#[ ‘i will rise to glory once more.’ ] (drabbles) #[ drabble: 'undisturbed perhaps.' ] #[ support: selena ] #[ fluxrspar ] #// i won't hide the gimmick this time around this is a drabble where he gets a gift from selena :joy: #// This is the fun idea i had roughly two weeks ago :] #// so glad my generals' birthdays came before winter break nfdjkgnsf #// these two would've ABSOLUTELY met sooner if i didn't write them both btw #// i am channeling my inner fanfic writer with these or smth idk :crylaugh: