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NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE » ACCEPTING

There's hardly a word spoken, save for gentle hums or murmurs of gratitude, as the small hands belonging to twin maids flutter about. One pair pins flowers in a cascade of plum curls, while the other dusts blush upon the apples of fair cheeks. It was still a struggle not to cringe away from such overbearing tending, but she'd long given up attempting to resist. For children so small and quiet, Flam and Grassis were a lot more persistent than one might assume!

A gentle knock breaks the silence, pulling Nicolette from her wandering thoughts with a stutter in her chest. She attempts and fails to hide her excitement, passive expression melting as the door opens, two-tone hues met glittering blue through the mirror of the vanity she sits before. It's impossible then, to keep the smile from her lips, but she manages not to turn around to address him; instead, Nicolette remains comfortably seated, watching her knight's reflection approach closer until he's standing directly behind her. The only give away to her anticipation is the rapid grasp and release of gown's skirt by scarred fingers resting in her lap. She hopes her fidgeting is hidden enough by all the fabric, but from Reinhard's quick downward glance and growing smile, it becomes clear she'd been caught.

Giving a short nod and quiet ❛ thank you ❜, Nicolette dismisses her small maids. A soft click from the door, and then a comfortable silence befalls the room. Without words, Reinhard begins attending to her in their place, moving on to the next task seamlessly as if he'd been there the entire time. The velvet box on the vanity gently peels open, revealing a grand array of delicate and tasteful jewels; however, before he dares reach for them, the white gloves are slid from his hands and set aside. He catches her look of satisfaction.

Nicolette feels a buzzing beneath her skin, admiring those masculine fingers, smooth and without blemish, lift the necklace from its cushion. He carries it with great care as he moves to take his place behind her seated form, and their eyes once again meet in the mirror's glass. ❝ My lady, ❞ a gentle call, smooth like honey, ❝ may I? ❞

Further explanation is unnecessary, and Nicolette doesn't trust her voice not to waver, nodding in lieu of speaking. The knight shifts closer, a comforting warmth settling near her back, drawing a hand up to gently gather her hair over one shoulder. Nicolette holds her breath as Reinhard drapes the finery around her neck, the cold press of jewels settling against exposed collarbones causing a visible shiver. Those same fingers brush along her bare nape while he clasps the ends together, eliciting a soft gasp. The sound doesn't go unnoticed— she watches the fond, knowing smile grace his lips, his touch lingering. ❝ Reinhard... ❞

His response is a low hum, content to wait for further questioning they both know won't come, before he settles her hair back in place. She waits patiently for him to reach for the box again, a pair of matching earrings lifted into the air. It takes all her self control not to turn in his direction when he moves back, instead peering through her peripherals. His face is so close like this, handsome like art come to life. Dark lashes flutter, lips parting with a sigh when Reinhard tucks a plum strand behind her ear. A fingertip lingers to trace the shell of it, index and thumb lightly pinching the lobe to slide the earring into place. The process is repeated on the other side, and by the end of it Nicolette has given up saving face. She leans into his touch without shame, and Reinhard welcomes it with a tender stroke of his knuckles along her flushed cheek.

❝ How do I look? ❞ She asks his reflection, eyes half lidded and molten.

❝ You look lovely, my lady... always lovely. ❞ Lacking any hesitation, Reinhard's earnest praise leaves her preening, finally turning away from the mirror to look directly upon him. No words are exchanged for a moment, fond gazes speaking volumes, and the knight punctuates the silent communication with a featherlight touch of his lips to the back of her lifted hand. Ever the gentleman.

❝ That is a kiss befitting a lady and her knight, but I've a little more than that, don't you think? ❞ It's breathless and wanting, but hopeful too. And Reinhard does not leave her waiting when he leans in to press his smile to hers.

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———- TO DO THE RIGHT THING, WAS THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERED.

As he had not even found the need to raise his sword or even let his hand wonder to it. The sight of the golden blade resting at his side, the size and shape of it as well….they knew what it was and linking to it, they knew who he was as well. It was enough to stop there pointless assault on this person and for them to turn and run as fast as they could away from this part in the city as he leaned forward, offering his hand to her and pulling her up and onto her feet.

“Are you hurt?” He commented quickly. His eyes wondering upwards and downwards to check her over to try and find any traces of damage, any signs of harm that was done to her. Did she not know how dangerous it was, to walk in the slums without someone else to protect you and watch your back, crime within his part of the city, had always been a problem with the royal knights and guards refusing to patrol even here…..so he did it himself and he enjoyed it, ensuring no one would be harmed, but it seems…..he was a little bit late to stop this assault.

“Hm, please try and ease yourself.” The small spirts that lingered around him, he would shift his head a little bit for them to flutter through the air to be around her, as there was a light blue glow as they were extending there gifts and thanks for him, onto her and healing any bruising and any cuts that might be causing her distress or harm as well. As he took a step forward and checked her over once more as the spirits finished….healing her and undoing, all of the nagging injuries she had suffered.

“Your going into shock, if you don’t control your breathing, please allow me.”

As he reached forward and placed his hand on her stomach, his fingers stretching and pressing in slightly. As he passed on a blessing, of warmth and comfort. To allow it to spread quickly throughout her body and then, calm her, reach the tips of her toes and then, the top of her head…..to sink within her mind and spread even there to lift any pain or sorrow that might linger even there as his hand was pulled and dropped down to his side as he offered her a small smile. He didn’t like…..having to do something like that, but he also didn’t like….seeing someone in distress and while there were a thousand different ways he could have removed her panic and concern, this was….the fastest and the least painful of them all.

“Please control your breathing and open your eyes, you are safe now, I won’t allow anyone to harm you, you have my word….”

She should’ve been stronger than this. She spent most of her life fighting and killing demons, for fucks sake. Humans were weak in comparison, yet they overpowered her. The shame of her failure weighed heavily on her shoulders, almost as much as the pain blooming throughout her body as she sat in the dirt upon her knees. She should’ve been able to defend herself, and these injuries should not be so agonizing, but somehow everything has slowly begun to overwhelm her from the moment she opened her eyes here.

Where is this? Where is she? What’s happening?

In all her years as a slayer, she had encountered her fair share of blood demon arts, so it seemed like the most reasonable assumption to make. It reminded her so clearly of that inescapable dream she’d been put under on the train... perhaps that was the reason the panic had begun to set in so quickly. Unlike that dream, nothing around her was even vaguely familiar. The land did not look the same, the people dressed differently, and she could not read the language. The more she’d tried to find a way to wake up and failed, the more her heart had become seized with the fear that she might not be able to. Her senses grew erratic the later it got, and as the world fell to darkness, Nicolette had found herself wandering in a haze through unfamiliar streets until the surroundings turned ugly and unwelcoming. Even then, she could not find the self-preservation to think clearly, until she’d be struck in the back of the head.

The force had left her vision swimming, sending her to the ground before her hand could move for her sword. The head wound painted blood down her face, obscuring her vision as it dripped into her eyes until Nicolette found herself merely... giving up, and closing them. The confusion and stress grew, until she could no longer maintain her breathing, instead inhaling rapidly enough to make her light-headed. She hardly even noticed when they ran away, nor when her own body reached for the offered hand and moved to stand. Everything was blurry, and she couldn't breathe— could hardly make out the words being said to her, either. The pain in her body began to settle inexplicably, and yet it did nothing to calm her.

❝ You’re going into shock, if you don’t control your breathing, please allow me. ❞

Shock? Yes, she supposed she was— had been slowly falling into it from the first moment she’d found herself here. Still, Nicolette attempted to fight back as the other reached out to touch her, shuddering at the hand pressing against her stomach. ❝ S—Stop... what are you you-- ❞ She grabbed at his wrist, inhaling deeply as a strange sense of artificial calm settled over her. The rapid beating of her heart eased without her permission and breathing slowed, even the tension in her body melted away enough that her knees almost gave out. ❝ What the fuck did you do to me... ❞ There was no bite to the words, though she tried to make them sound threatening. It felt entirely invasive, yet her own body couldn’t even respond with fear or disgust. She truly began to feel calm, until he spoke again.

❝ Please control your breathing and open your eyes, you are safe now, I won’t allow anyone to harm you, you have my word. ❞

Breath. Relax. You’re overthinking it. You reached your limit, your body is in pain, concentrate your breathing and calm yourself.

You can trust me. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again, I won’t allow it.

Stop. No. What was this? She didn’t understand... what was going on. He told her to open her eyes and she did, if only to muster all her strength and push her hands against his chest to shove him away. Yet her legs still felt weak, and the sudden movement had her tripping backwards and onto her ass. She felt sick... like she wanted to throw up, but there was nothing in her stomach expel. All she could do was grip her haori and pull it tighter around her shoulders before squeezing her eyes shut again. ❝ Please stop... ❞ This sick joke. This strange situation and those painfully familiar words. ❝ I need to wake up... ❞

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@fallesto asked: ‘ there is absolutely nothing & no one who can stop me. ’

Hands, those vile hands upon her again, even as she fought back like every time before ( though she knew it was pointless ). How much better it might be, to remain lifeless and silent like all the others, for struggling only led to one result, but for as much fear as she held for her cruel captor, it was paired equally with visceral hatred— a feeling that evoked the burning flame of rage within her, one that battled with the chilling sense of dread, both threatening to consume her the longer she was made to endure such torture.

She had killed her abuser once before, adolescent hands stained by the blood of another as in that moment she had given in, giving herself to the embrace of wrath, a fury that ignited within her, scorching away all terror and allowing her to free herself from the shackles. And when she had stepped away from that body and chosen the path he’d forced upon her, she had carried that anger with her. Both a blessing and a curse it had been, to give her the drive to survive and push through all the pain, but it had slowly eroded away at her very soul, plunging her into an isolated loneliness that drove all others away. Only after meeting her mentor did she finally start to break away, believing she would no longer need it. That crutch that had helped to free her had become obsolete, as she grew strong enough to never fear being under another’s thumb again.

Yet, HE WAS CRUSHING HER beneath his feet.

That anger still existed within her, enough to keep her gritting her teeth and resisting his efforts to break her, but it was not as strong as it used to be. She had become too comfortable it seemed, embracing the safety and protection that had been promised to her, because that small flame was being slowly but surely extinguished by his actions. A small flicker was all it was now, wavering with every new horror she endured and every bit of unimaginable pain he subjected her to. Maybe it was to be expected— stubborn and spiteful as she was, Nicolette was no fool. In a world like this, compared to people like him...

SHE WAS NOTHING.

A speck of dirt upon the ground that he walked, that’s how she felt, right now. Normally, someone like him wouldn’t be an issue, skinny and physically weak, she could’ve easily crushed him with this strong, battle-hardened body of hers, but... this place wasn’t normal. The people here weren’t normal, at least not the normal she was used to. Even with how much stronger she had become thanks to Reinhard’s training, Nicolette knew she could not beat him. She only managed to kill him once, and it did nothing, and she had paid the price for it. Her abilities meant nothing in comparison. Fighting back was useless, and would surely end in her permanent death ( but at this point... her spirit had been so damaged that even that started to sound like a welcomed mercy ).

❝ I already told you— I’m not putting that fucking thing on! ❞ Yes... fighting back was useless, and maybe dying would release her from this torment, but she did it anyway, even like this. She could not die, not when there was someone who needed her. Someone who was coming for her. ❝ I have no need for a dress, because I’m NOT marrying you! ❞ She spat, expression twisted beautifully in disgust as the white down was shoved away. She had fought back against the other women trying to help dress her, ignoring all their advice and insistence to act obedient and remain silent. Lest she incur his wrath.

But it was too late to worry about such things, wasn’t it? He had already killed her... over and over again, without ever letting her stay dead. He certainly seemed attached to the idea of having her specifically, though she knew not why. She watched as his face contorted with fury, and he began to spout his usual nonsense about his violated rights, and while she tried to brace for it, nothing could ever prepare her for the wave of pain that would hit following her disobedience. That heavy wind struck her entire body as it flew backwards and connected with the wall with enough force that she felt her own head crack as it slammed back against it. Briefly her vision blacked out, and a scream became choked in her throat, before she slumped to the ground and gasped for air.

He closed the distance between them with leisurely steps, reaching out to run his fingers through long, plum colored strands of hair before the wedding dress was dropped into her lap. That hand moved to her neck, squeezing with enough force to snap it, but the damage was undone in seconds, as it slid back up to cup her tear-stained cheek. All the while, he was talking— this man, always always always always talking. He seemed to hardly know how to do anything else but play with his broken dolls and talk. By this point, Nicolette could hardly listen, the sound of her own rapidly beating heart filling her ears ( or, it wasn’t really her heart now, was it? ).

❝ I've already decided, you will be my wife, even if you are hardly bride material... you will learn. You’re lucky I'm such a loving and patient husband, or I would have punished you more harshly than this. ❞

She shuddered, feeling hit with the urge to be sick the longer his horrid voice spoke out— how it permeated through her very flesh like poison, same as the feeling of his hands against her bare skin, tightly gripping both shoulders as her clothing had been torn, forcing her to look up at him. ❝ He will come for me... ❞ Came her reply, a mere whisper as she couldn’t muster the strength to speak it any louder. That fear was beginning to take hold of her, again. That flame was flickering. ❝ My knight... he will come. ❞ And he would not die... not like the others that Regulus— Sin Archbishop Greed, had claimed to have killed. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He was all she had left... she could not lose another man she loved.

❝ It’s dangerous to speak of another man in front of the man you’re set to marry... but your heart, it already belongs to me. I chose you, after all, you should feel blessed. You’re special, which is why I am being so merciful. Let the sword saint come— regardless, I will have you.

THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING AND NO ONE WHO CAN STOP ME. ❞

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IT WAS A MISTAKE.

To have come here. To this nation. He was not welcomed here, but he felt like with everything that has happened, with everything that was going on within the world, he needed help. His friends. Were dead. Julius and Ferris. He had thought it was the work of the cult once more. Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Lust … they had all fallen to his blade, but it appeared that he was nothing more than a pawn within a game, being used to target these sins and end there reign to create a pathway for another. He had been lead to believe that the Sin Archbishop of Gluttony had been resbokable for the murders of his friends and that too was nothing more than a lie as he had killed all three of them, they gave him no choice. He attempted to seal the eldest of the siblings, but the other two would not stop, he had no choice, it was that or try to capture all three of them alive, which was impossible, they were far too dangers, there powers too … unpredictable to contain, he had to do it.

It brought him here. To the Vollachia Empire. To seek out his rival, the only person within the world that came close to his power, Cecilus Segmunt and ask for his help. A dangerous thing to do, knowing that Cecilus Segmunt himself was hardly … a knight, even given all his titles, he felt the hunger within him to be the best, the greatest the strongest and that was never going to happen as long as he was the sword saint, still. He wanted to try. His kingdom was safe, secure for now and this … the Vollachia Empire … was like Japan. From what she had said, it was … much the same as her home and it was remarkable. Untouched, safe, secure from all the horror and evil of the world, but then again … he had been baited into a trap.

“Hope.”

He didn’t mean to panic her. Alarm her. Awaken her this late, but something was wrong. As his small frame shuffled, to stand at her side at the bed and poke her face several times to awaken her from her slumber. Some panic. Some confusion, but it was what he suspected the moment they entered this great kingdom. They knew he was here, they knew he had come and they knew there was only one chance, one thing they could do to try and weaken him to kill him and take his sword from him, was the only chance they hd to defeat him. The work of one of the Nine Divine Generals – he heard of it being used, only against the strongest of enemies, it was the fastest way the people of this nation could dispose of any threats.

“Infantilization Technique – I’ve never seen it before, it is rather remarkable.”

All things considered he was, not alarmed nor scared. From what he knew, as he glanced down at himself, pulling his arms up and letting his massive sleeves fall down, he was roughly eight, maybe younger. His blessings were … protecting him, the one he refused to use, activating to hold his mind intact, another danger to this … technique. It rendered the user in the form of a youth, and slowly watered down there knowledge and understanding of there own abilities and skills, not that … that was a problem for him all things considered as he had already peaked at the age of five. This was nothing more than an hindernace, as again he looked down, pulling at his jacket and shirt to see the scar on his chest still sporting there, still stretching down his body as he would shake his head.

“Flawed.” That was interesting, as now he already knew, this was not time manipulation, it was magic, nothing more, powerful, but if he defeated the general who had done this, it would reverse and they could leave this place. His mind had settled on the matter. He would deal with Pride … on his own and end this nightmare. No one else wanted to believe, no one else wanted to know, so be it.

“When I look into your eyes my lady, I feel … that … anything is possible, that I can do anything and don’t be alarmed, this is … just another obstacle for us to overcome.”

She’d thought the battles against the first three Archbishops had been bad enough, and although her experience with Greed still remained the most traumatizing to recall, the difficulty and consequences of the last two fights had only gotten worse and worse. Lust had been a nightmare, but Gluttony... well, that was something else entirely. Her heart only broke further whenever she recalled it, to know that Reinhard’s closest companions had been taken from him as a result of this twisted game of cat and mouse they’d found themselves forced into. Whoever it was that pulled the strings behind all these events had made it clear they were out to destroy the Sword Saint ( and his lady as well, by association, for being his closest aid ). The only consolation to all of this was that she had not remained as weak as she once was— the reward, and punishment, for their actions now laid within her. A myriad of authorities far beyond what she could fully comprehend yet, allowing her to protect herself and fight alongside him, but also threatening to do to her what it had done to their previous owners.

Well, she supposed no gift came without risk, in this world.

And now, they found themselves here. She’d never seen him so apprehensive about going somewhere, and when he’d told her why, she couldn’t really blame him for feeling that way. The shock of familiarity that had hit her upon arriving in Vollachia nearly took her breath away, awakening an old feeling of homesickness that she’d long left behind when she’d accepted staying by Reinhard’s side permanently. It was like having it all rubbed in her face, that she had abandoned her old home and family, for him. But it had also been exhilarating, to feel that nostalgia. It was both beautiful and cruel, this empire. Though the circumstances of their visit was bleak, she’d tried to make the most of it, and her constant prattling about how similar things were had seemed to comfort him in some way, but at the end of the day, they were here for a reason.

Despite how on edge she’d been since coming here, even the sound of Reinhard’s voice nearly wasn’t enough to pull her from the depths of rest. It had been hard enough to even fall asleep in the first place without him by her side, as his presence in her bed had become the only thing capable of calming her enough to truly relax nowadays, even moreso now that things had taken a turn for the worse. Still, whenever he was near, it was like her soul knew, sensed him in some way, and made her aware. ❝ Mmngh... Reinhard..? What time is it? Are you coming to bed now? ❞ Her voice, heavy and hoarse with both sleep and thirst, came out like a groan as she instinctively turned closer towards the feeling of his fingers against her cheek. Nicolette forced her heavy eyes open, the dark circles beneath them clear against pale skin as they adjusted to the dim light. It wasn't even morning yet, no reason for him to wake her rather than join her in bed, which perhaps woke her up even faster than the strange lilt of her knight’s voice— both filled her with a mild sense of panic.

Sitting up quickly, or as quickly as she could with her limbs weak from rest, Nicolette raised her gaze high out of habit, before blinking stupidly at the empty air. ❝ Where— ❞ Infantilization Technique – I’ve never seen it before, it is rather remarkable. Eyes grew comically wide, slowly lowering down... and down, and then down some more, until she was staring at the soft, round face of a child that looked startlingly familiar. Oh who was she kidding, there was no way she would mistake those eyes anywhere, meaning this was Reinhard— her knight, her sword, her lover, just... not quite his usual self. ❝ Waah... so cute... ❞ The words were murmured in a daze, slipping out before she could catch them as she watched the child shove short arms through the long sleeves of his knight’s uniform before peeking down the front of his shirt. She caught the sight of the familiar scar on his chest, the only lasting mark he’d ever received in exchange for her life, and grimaced. It hurt in a different way, to see it on the body of a child.

It reminded her too much of her childhood.

❝ This has got to be a dream... I mean, I know we’re seen stranger things, but really this is too much... ❞ Shaking her head slowly and brushing messy strands of hair from her face, the lady pulled herself closer to the edge of the bed before reaching out. Scarred hands moved to grasp under his armpits, easily lifting him from the ground and holding him there for a moment as if in a trance. ❝ You’re so small... ❞ She sounded both concerned, but also mesmerized. ❝ Pinch me Reinhard, seriously, this can’t be real... this is too ridiculous. I think I’m in too much shock to be alarmed yet... ❞ His words did touch her though, cheeks flushed and eyes bright with emotion as she dangled him above the floor.

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I WANT YOUR LOVE, I WANT YOUR EVERYTHING

AH!

He was startled for a moment. Jumping a little bit as she snuck up on him, as he quickly turned around to her, golden eyes would widen for a moment before coming to rest on her, eyes looking up and down at her, yes very nice. She could not understand it, but this was love was it not, this was what had killed sins, it was what she thought it was, but why should it be limited to her then, why should it be trapped within this little kingdom, this sword saint, everything loved him, everyone knew him, everyone thought he was, so fantastic, so amazing, all because of his little lady.

“Yes, let’s go home, we can be very happy!”

As he was excited now, all this time, all this effort, the hundreds, the thousands of forms taken, from kings, to queens, to bar maids, to anything and everything, beautiful them all to make people love her. Who would have thought that all that was needed truly was the form of the sword saint, just to take the form of the sword saint and have it long enough to feel the love being given, not taken.

IT WAS BEING HANDED FREELY OVER.

“Yes, we need to go home, right away! Right now!”

As his hand was raised upwards and a moment to think and then point forward, were did they live? Could she not just turn this woman into a dragon and fly on her back and find there home faster than that. As he paced back and forth for a moment, the golden eyes looked down and then back up for a moment before sighing. “I bumped my head, I have not been myself as of late.” A lie, a small shrug of the shoulders as well for good measure. As more pacing back and forth.

Ugh.

These bodies were so tiresome and she was the only person here as well, she could hardly turn her into something to fly on, or grow her wings herself, that would ruin the appearance she had taken of the sword saint and spoil all the fun she wanted to have. She wanted the world to love her. All she had to do was get into the royal city and like this, who was going to question her, they would open the gates for her and she would make the kingdom, into a kingdom that loved her, adored her, wanted to kiss the ground she walked on and why stop there, everyone loved the sword saint.

EVERYONE WOULD LOVE HER NOW.

“Take me home my lady, please, I am - not myself.”

A hand on his head for the moment to try and gull her in, would she know, would it even matter. If she said something against him, well she would had a ride back to the capital one way or another. Or she would turn her into a fly and squash her, into a cat and see how many of the nine lives she could get through, or into a pig, she was hungry, starving even as he patted his stomach several times with a growl leaving it, always needing to eat, to fill up this lustful stomach.

“Come, let us go at once!”

The sense that something was amiss washed over her as her gaze locked upon the familiar sight of her knight in the distance. Immediately she was confused, though certainly not disappointed— what was he doing so far from the main city when he was meant to be on patrol? Never mind that she was also here, but it was not uncommon for her to wander a little farther than she should’ve sometimes, something that seemed to keep Reinhard’s nerves on high alert, considering her bad luck whenever she was too far from him. he often scolded her for it, but maybe that was why she kept doing it.

Where most women might assume the worst, Nicolette did not hesitate to call out to him with an eager smile. Her knight wasn’t the cheating type, after all, but the moment she came up behind him and saw his body visibly flinch, she became filled with a sense of ice cold dread, because for as much as this world and its truths still confused her sometimes, there was one thing Nicolette knew with absolute certainty:

To surprise the Sword Saint, was an impossibility.

❝ You�� ❞ Even if she’d managed small miracles such as winning his heart, or being the only person capable of leaving marks upon his perfect skin, there was no way to overcome that particular blessing of his, even if he willingly tried to let his guard down. Nicolette didn’t miss the way that gaze looked up and down her body with masked intention, and she resisted the urge to cover herself from it, feeling disgusted by the sensation. She forced her face to remain clear, smile firmly locked in place even as he turned to look at her with gold eyes— not right, that’s not right. Was she meant to be fooled with such a piss poor masquerade? Even if she hadn’t spent these many months getting to know him deeper as a lover, she still would’ve noticed if the shade of blue had been off by a single hue, but this? This was just laughable. ❝ Of course, I’m always happy when I’m with you? ❞

She didn’t laugh, though. Instead, she reached out and touched his upper arm with a gentle tenderness, expression effortlessly shifting into a perfect performance of loving concern as he confessed the woes that plagued him. A bump to the head would be akin to that of a gentle breeze, for the Sword Saint, yet he claimed it had knocked the very memory of where they lived from his mind. ❝ Oh, my poor Reinhard... you’ve been working too hard lately for my sake. I’ve been telling you to take it easy and you don’t listen— you’re so stubborn! ❞

Base instinct told her to turn and run, to make sure this fake didn’t step a foot anywhere near her home, but she also knew such action would lead to an even bigger disaster. ❝ Yes of course, I was hoping you’d finish your duties early today, anyway! ❞ Without a doubt, this had to be the work of a Sin— she’d faced enough of them by now to be confident in such an assessment, but it was impossible to tell anything beyond that, yet. Even worse, she’d felt strange ever since the fight with Greed, and that strangeness inside her had only grown with every battle won— something she’d yet to bring up to Reinhard, for fear of worrying him further. Sometimes she caught him looking at her with a tight, unreadable expression when he thought she wasn’t paying attention, especially after killing an Archbishop, yet it’d always felt like the wrong moment to ask what it meant. Maybe part of her was scared to know.

She’d overcome her crippling anxiety for the most part after Greed’s abuse, and the night terrors were nearly nonexistent, but even so... she never got used to being in these situations, especially when she was alone. But she had to remain calm, until she could assess the situation, and pray that Reinhard would quickly sense something was wrong through the connection of their souls. Until then, she had to play her role, and manipulate the manipulator. As the lady began to leady her knight towards their destination, she dared to peer up at him with a demure look. ❝ I know you’re not feeling well, but... you’ll still keep our promise, right? You haven’t forgotten? ❞

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——— PROTECT HER, THAT WAS THE PROMISE. To stand before such a great terror as the weight of the entire witch cult crashed before them, if there was one regret he had, as horrid as it was, it was that he only killed sloth and greed. That wrath and gluttony (the siblings) where not there to end their reign of terror once and for all. And worse Pride was still missing, as they where the one who was gathering the cult. Purging it, these actions, attacks as well – calculated and more designed, directed than ever before.

She was alive, there was nothing else that mattered.

“Please my lady, calm down, they are scared.” He spoke within her mind, blessings still there, fortunate as well and needed. As he felt bad, to leave such a weight, but he could still protect her, even now. To pass on blessings to her and shield her from harm, it was not like – anything had changed, he could still – ugh – protect her enough and shield her from harm and guide her and as the lady of the estate, it was – her duty to keep her promise and not let it burn down around them. At least that had not happened as of yet.

“My lady!!” Such vulgar speech as well, unbecoming. As he did laugh a little bit, at her antics. Lady Nicolette was a force to be reckoned with. As the staff would recoil a little bit at such an outburst as wondering hands would lower for a moment and heads would bow, quickly, quickly trying to ask forgiveness. “Your too hard on them.” As he voiced, just watching as she would put her foot down and take control of the situation, that was falling out of control. It was not like anyone could have stepped up, and it was not like anyone noticed he was – gone? No one had cared to ask, no one had bothered to come here – no one ever came here unless they wanted a weapon.

As he remained still. A thick blanket of purple strands of hair to cover him and hide him from harm, as it was not needed, even now his concern was directed fully at her and her alone, no one else even came to his mind as what they had done – there was a scent on her, he smelled it, sensed it, even now it lingered on her, that she had been marked by a witch. “Your doing a great job.” Was all he could utter as fingers wrapped around him, to rustle through light feathers and hold onto him to protect him? When it was his honour and privilege to protect her.

“You have to sign documents and give out commands and they will help you, as long as you don’t shout at them even more, they are just trying – to help.”

Although she fully expected her aggressive reaction to garner some complaints, Nicolette couldn’t help but click her tongue impatiently as Reinhard’s disappointed voice echoed within her mind, face flushing red with shame at being scolded. Maybe it was true, that she was a little more on edge than usual, but she simply couldn’t help it! Her knight was stuck like this until she could track down the only being that could change him back, and she’d found no leads as of yet. On top of that, the responsibilities regarding the estate’s care were becoming impossible to ignore, in the hopes that Reinhard would be back to normal before she had top figure out how to deal with them.

No such luck for her!

Nicolette was no good at these kinds of things, though maybe she deserved to feel a little bad, considering how much it was that he had to deal with, without any complaints. She’d already known for a long while just how hard Reinhard worked, but it felt different... suddenly being in his shoes. It was shameful that she had not been doing more, until now. She did manage to smile a bit, smug that her vulgarity had managed to get a laugh from him, despite his attempts to sound affronted. You’re too hard on them. ❛ They’re too hard on you, ❜ she thought bitterly.

❝ Christ— look, I’m sorry, okay? Please forgive my outburst, I’m just... um... worried about fulfilling my duties while the Sword Saint is away? ❞ The use of the title made her cringe, but the excuse seemed to do the trick in placating the poor employee wilting under her sharp gaze. Perhaps she simply sulking, missing her companion dearly despite the fact that he remained at her side. Cute as he way like this, it wasn’t the same— he was just as cute normally, and she could not seek the comforts of physical reassurance from a fucking bird.

❛ You’re the only one who thinks that, Reinhard. ❜ A great job? If it was true, she certainly couldn’t see the proof. Still, the praise earned him more petting, a fingertip brushing gently through the down feathers on his chest. ❝ Who... tends to the gardens anyway? And there should be a ledger documenting the staff’s wages— have someone get that for me, please. ❞

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❝ I’m FINE Reinhard, really! I promise! ❞ Despite her very confident sounding words, Nicolette appears very much the opposite and her knight doesn’t seem convinced at all. She sniffles, sinuses full and groans a bit. The tip of her nose is bright red, in fact, her entire face is red and for once it has nothing to do with shame or embarrassment. She sways a bit where she stands before attempting to step passed him, but that proves to be a bad idea when the world swims and she stumbles.

Reinhard is there in an instant, arm shooting out in front of her chest to catch her before both hands slide to her shoulders, ensuring that she is upright and won’t collapse to the floor. ❝ Ugh... seriously it’s— it’s not that bad, I’m just... a little tired, that’s all... ❞ It’s a poor excuse, and when his expression twists in doubt and concern, she feels hotter, this time with shame. ❝ I can still go on patrol with you... please? ❞

She looks up at him with wide doe-eyes and plush lips set in a pout, and the color that rises to his cheeks definitely proves that it’s affecting him, but he does not relent as he leans closer and rests his forehead against her own. He feels cool against her heated skin, and she lets out a soothed sigh without even realizing, long lashes fluttering prettily as her eyes fall closed for a moment. ❝ My lady, you’re burning up... you need to rest. ❞ They’re so close like this, and she can feel his breath ghosting over her face when he speaks, tone dripping with worry, but also with a firmness that says she will not be whining her way out of his decision.

She may be his lady, and he may be her knight, but one might be surprised just how quickly the control between them can shift, always given up easily. It’s a knight’s job to take care of his lady, after all, even when she resists.

❝ I knew it was a bad idea agreeing to take a walk in the gardens when it was raining, forgive me, my lady. ❞ He sighs, taking the blame upon himself for not being able to deny her when she’d given him a very similarly cute expression the day prior as she’d grabbed his hands and dragged him outside. Nicolette finds herself smiling at the memory as she sighs again. ❝ But it was fun... ❞ It’s a childish rationalization, and it seems to amuse his as he chuckles softly, brushing his nose against her own.

Her smile goes wide and dopey at the tender affection, making her giggle a bit as she reaches out to grasp the font of his white jacket. ❝ How come you aren’t sick, too? Isn’t it dangerous... being close to me like this? ❞ Her voice is a whisper, and she presses closer despite the question, as he smiles and shakes his head slightly. He tells her that he cannot get sick. That there is no danger, and even if there was... he would do it anyway. Nicolette feels herself shiver, though she cannot tell if it’s from the fever or the way his words settle pleasantly in her stomach.

❝ Can I really not go? ❞ Finally she forces her eyes open, blinking a few times as her swimming vision clears out and she can stare directly into cerulean eyes. ❝ No, my lady. I am sorry. ❞ To his credit, he seems to mean it, looking terribly sympathetic and regretful, and Nicolette knows she will not win this, nor does she have the strength to fight it. She knows he’s right, even if she’s terribly disappointed. She can hardly think straight as it is, thoughts swimming as they recall his aforementioned immunity to sickness. ❝ But I promise I will be swift and return to you. You will hardly even notice I’m— ❞ Maybe it’s the fever, or his words, or his closeness, but she cannot seem to stop herself as she leans just a bit closer, lips brushing against his, forcing him to go silent. ❝ Hurry back... ❞

And then her head falls heavily against his shoulder, body collapsing against him... and she’s passed out.

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SLOTH GREED LUST

He had killed them all.

He didn’t wish for it. Time and time again he had tried, to offer them the chance to lay down there arms and surrender and he would spare them. Constantly he held back as well. He did not draw his sword, he did not use any weapon at all, as he fought them. As they threw the weight of there sins at him and he took it. He was the only one who could bare the brunt of there horrifying powers and abilities. As he let them crash into them, avoided them as well, when he struck, it was with his hands, to disarm them, or try and wound them enough that they would stop, but they never did.

They kept coming for him, for her as well. The situation growing more dangerous with each passing second, that he offered them mercy a thousand times and they would threw it back into his face and commit worse acts upon him, trying to kill him, killing there own followers, trying to destroy everything around them, further as well to kill him. As he saw it, the lack of humanity, the lack of souls, the lack of anything that was decent as he made the choice, asking for forgiveness. As he cut through them, each one at a time, not using his blade, but others that he had taken with him, to slay them all and end there reign of terror.

“Wait –?”

They had returned, back to the estate, to allow time to pass, the world to spin and things to take course, for the next movement. He felt like he was playing chess with an unknown opponent, who was checkmating him and becoming frustrated each time he overcome the impossible situations he was being placed into. The constant horrors and the pull from the city that seemed to sever one purpose, to see him and everyone he cared about killed. As he was defying it each and every single time, but somewhere, here within this estate was wrong.

“This is not you my lady –?”

Not how she spoke to him, not how – something was defiantly wrong as he stopped and dropped down onto one knee. As he felt it, the swirl within his stomach, the pull as well within himself. As emotions were being manipulated. Increased as well. She never spoke to him in such a manner before. As he felt it himself. Someone (wrath) was here and he could hear the staff, laughter from joy, cries from sorrow - growing worse and worse as well. Love for his lady? As she stood over him, as his hands gripped the side of crimson locks and pulled for a moment. A cough that escaped his lips. As he felt it for himself, what was being increased in himself, was his possessiveness, his protection of her, his feelings – being increased more and more on him, while the others were put into ecstasy, his was being pushed into madness.

“Yes –” As he turned his head to the side. Gritting his teeth as he struggled to stand, breaking eye contact with her for the moment as it was being forced now, harder, more. Emotions being pulled on everyone here, forcing them to boil and surface and be increased to the heights of pleasure, ecstasy. As he would blink and close his eyes and try and steady his breathing.

“My lady, don’t – act on them – don’t give into it – don’t – I – need you.”

HE HAD KILLED THEM ALL.

She knew even now that he had not wanted to do it— had seen the conflict within his eyes as he tried countless attempts to end the situation without death. It was all because... Reinhard was a good person. A kind person. A man with a pure heart. And Nicolette knew it was wrong, but she was not like him. She had wanted them dead. All of them. After all that they had done and the people they had hurt, the countless abuses at the hands of that man who was merely a monster, and how her body had been shifted and changed against her will— to let them off with mercy, would not have satisfied her.

She was still so angry, and so afraid, at her own weakness. How she had been taken from Reinhard by someone who thought they could own her, having her own heart taken though it belonged to another. She had not left her knight’s side for more than a moment or two, since that time... the slayer could not stand to be apart from him. The lingering trauma had only pushed her closer to him, making her want to latch on tighter and never let go— how she wished he would do the same.

The feelings within her had been growing as more time passed, and now it felt like they might consume her entirely. As the moment they had begun to walk through the estate, Nicolette could feel a heavy weight settling within her chest, throat constricting around words unsaid. Until suddenly she was speaking, saying things she would’ve never dared to utter before. Unspoken desires, to be yearned for by him, so much so that he could hardly contain it. This is not you, he said, but that wasn’t true, was it? She had felt that yearning in her heart too, she just never allowed herself to look at it directly, lest she let it slip and ruin everything. ❝ That’s not— ❞

Why was she allowed it to slip now? Her mind felt hazy, as she heard the echoed sounds of torment from down the halls. Yet she could hardly think clearly enough to focus on anything but Reinhard. Only him, as he fell to one knee for a moment. Yes, he breathed, and Nicolette wondered if that was an answer to her question. The very thought made her giddy, and she couldn’t help but reach out to him as he stood— why would he not look at her?

❝ Act? Act on what? ❞ As he wasn’t making any sense. She didn’t understand, what he was talking about at first. Don’t give in. To what? To her feelings? To him? Was it a rejection, even though she’d hardly confess yet, but then... I need you. ❝ Me too, Reinhard— ❞ She reached for him again, one hand grasping his arm while the other laid upon his chest, looking up at him with a look of need, of adoration, face flushed. ❝ I need you too, Reinhard... my knight. I only need you... ❞

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---------- They had saved her, but as much as she was annoyed, she was alive and that was something, not many lived that long after falling out of favour with greed or into the hands of lust. He was blessed, truly blessed before anything horrid would have happened, that he arrived just in time to protect her like he promised and take her away before they could do anything worse than such a cruel fate, that had befallen countless hundreds, even worse if rumours where to be true. As his blue eyes would widen a little bit as the stranger standing before him as he remained still.

“I wouldn’t’ friend.” A hand raised to stop them from reaching too far to the bundle of joy that was within dangled and messed crimson locks, as he held up his hand and stopped it from wondering any further than it already was and even then, it was too close for what he deemed to his liking. He didn’t want anyone to come near her, to spook her or make her feel even worse than she already was feeling. “She will bite you if you get to close.” As he lowered the hand down as he would shake his head a little bit. A bird? No it wasn’t as beautiful and tiny, fragile and delicate as it was, it was not as simple as that.

“It is my lady? I am sworn to protect her, no matter what, so please if you can, do not disturb her, oddly she finds my head the most comfortable place to rest.”

Nicolette had been doing her absolute best to peacefully rest despite the immense stress her poor, fragile body was under, when suddenly she could sense danger coming her way. Or, maybe not danger, but a nuisance for sure. Her small head lifted from where it was buried into the down feathers on her chest, to offer her strongest possible glare to the hand coming her way. It didn’t work all that well... considering her face was that of a dove’s— every part of her, was a dove, in fact.

She had been so sure she was gonna die back at that mansion, and while she was glad to believe alive... this torture was pushing her to her limits.

Thankfully, no one knew her better than Reinhard, and he was quick to stop the other before they could get close enough to even feel the sudden flapping of her wings. ❛ I’ll do more than bite them! Tell them I’ll claw their eyes out if they try that again! ❜ she shouted, though her knight was the only one that could hear the words within his mind, while the stranger simply heard melodic cooing. No one was allowed to touch her but Reinhard! To call her his lady, the passerby expressed confusion, asking if his actual mistress would be upset to hear she was being compared to a shabby bird— which Nicolette certainly took great offence too, burying herself further in those crimson locks as if to hide in shame. ❛ N—No way!! Am I ugly? This is the worst... I’m going to peck their eyes out! ❜

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❝ Sorry— ❞ there was a soft gasp, as she struggled to breathe, ❝ I’m sorry... I—I’m okay, I-- ❞ whispered words became cut off as her voice cracked, another chocked out sob tumbling from her quivering lips as it elicited a full body tremor. Attentive as he was, Reinhard noticed it immediately, wasting no time in wrapping the thick blanket around her shaking form, and though she wished to tell him the reaction was not caused by cold temperatures, she was sure he already knew. This too, was a way to provide comfort, and somehow it did. Something about the tightness around her, arms trapped against her chest as she hugged herself, seemed to help. It was as if it was keeping her together, like she might shake herself apart and fall to pieces, without it.

There was another sob, as it soon became not enough, and she forced an arm out from the bundle, reaching desperately for him, though she did not have to go far. He was there, right there, but not close enough still. Trembling fingers grasped tightly at the fabric of his shirt, weakly tugging him closer, as she seemed to lack any strength. ❝ Please— ❞ she begged, ❝ hold me... please hold me, Reinhard... ❞ And he did, without hesitation. His arms embraced her fully, pulling her flush against his chest, and her tear stained face buried against his neck as his pressed into her hair.

This was not the first time she had been in such a state, unfortunately. Ever since he had rescued her from that... horrid place... that awful man... she could hardly close her eyes, let alone sleep, only able to think of what she had endured. She could hardly stand to even be away from him for more than a few moments, before her heart became unbearably gripped by fear. Terror. She had woken up most nights to Reinhard’s concern and pain-stricken face, as she had fallen into a fitful sleep, plagued by nightmares, heard crying out or even screaming. Not enough time had passed, to ease the damage it had done to her.

The kind of abuse was nothing like what she’d lived through before. To feel her limbs ripped from her body, writhing in agony in a pool of her own blood one moment, and completely unharmed the next. To experience death... over and over again, but never die. How she had been utterly violated, to have her own heart ripped from her chest, all autonomy stolen as she was proclaimed to be nothing but a possession— something owned. Even with the many horrors she had endured in her own world, nothing had ever been quite as terrifying, as being trapped within that mansion, torn apart by that monster’s hands.

❝ Don’t leave me, please... ❞ She shifted closer, wetting his face with her tears as she pressed her nose against his cheek, breathing him in in an attempt to calm the rising panic. ❝ Please, Reinhard... don’t go... ❞ How her voice broke again, as he took her face into his hands, wiping at the tears even as they kept flowing. ❝ Stay, ❞ she breathed, ❝ stay with me... ❞ Only under his gentle affection, did she feel the dread that had once consumed her begin to subside, heartrate slowing so that she might finally catch her breath. Even then, she did not let go, as her gripped tightened and she pulled him closer onto the bed. He... was all that she needed. The only one that made her feel safe.

The one her heart truly belonged to.

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THERE WAS NO OTHER CHOICE. HE UNDERSTOOD THAT.

They were lost within this great nation. A mistake on his part to come here he knew that. He thought, the past was the past. That they would have moved on and respected there own code and laws, of the strong. He was wrong. That had never forgiven his ancestor Reid, for defeating all of there generals in combat and then bedding the empress and leaving her before she even woke up … nor had they forgiven his grandfather, for taking an arm from another general and defeating him in two duels … and for himself, to be accused once of a great crime and proving his innocent and then dueling there grandest general in all generations and refusing to harm him and continue out of fear that he would strike him down.

HE THOUGHT, THEY WOULD HAVE MOVED ON.

Bringing her here had been a mistake. He never knew of greed crimes here. There boarders were impossible to gain entry to. There generals, the strongest within the entire world and yet Greed had come. Ravaged there land, killed there people, destroyed there trade routes, but not to take a wife, he wanted a general. He killed one and had the disrespect to take his weapon and body with him and then, destroy an entire city as he left as well. He could understand, that they had mistaken her, for him. No amount of sense nor reason could change there mind. And now, they were lost, within an impossible situation, making fighting the sense, seem so simple now compared to this.

HE DIDN’T HAVE ALL OF HIS BLESSINGS.

They had been hunted, cornered and in the moment something terrible had happened. Something dark and twisted had just activated. He knew, it was not on purpose. Her life was at risk … but he didn’t think that’s what had done it. It was his life. How close they came to killing him. That force sent after them, the mocking, the insults. The threats that they fought among one another who would take his head back to the emperor and who would get his sword after he died. Just darkness. No sooner had it started, was it over.

He could read the movements, recognize the sins for what they were. Sloth, as she picked up armed forces and merely cast them away like they were nothing. Wrath, as people turned and fled, there emotions and will to fight shattering and they scattered. Lust, for those that were demi-humans, half animal and half human, there forms merely completed as they fled back to the forests were they belonged. Gluttony for a mixture of her movements and being able to snatch memories from enemies and crush them instantly, leaving them as blank slates, to start all over again. Greed … for how when she had been stabbed in the shoulder, from those who remained, they were there one moment … and then gone the next. Nothing left. Nothing remained. It was only them.

“Here …”

They were further away, within a forest. Knowledge would soon by passed, a general will be sent next, they needed to create some distance. As she sat there, oddly silent, as he slowly approached, standing before her as he would push the wet cloth into her shoulder. Cleaning the blood from the wound as he took his time, to clean all traces of her blood … other peoples blood … from her as he removed the cloth and placed his hand there and push down, closing it tightly as there was a faint glow, as the spirts still flocked to him, those small bright orbs biting at her skin and attempting to heal it as best they could.

“You fought so well …”

He could not lie, she had … fought on a level higher than anyone else he had ever seen before in his life. Close to a dragon without a doubt. Close to something like that. Deep down he knew, she had done nothing wrong. They had forced her hand, it was a difficult decision and choice to make, he would have done the same …. If her life was in danger for even a single moment, he would cut down any who had brought harm upon her, no matter whom they where , so he didn understand, the confliction she held and what was going through her head.

“Hey, you have to keep faith, things … will get better, we will fix this, me, you … us and we can go home again.”

She could do nothing but sit there, silent and stark still, staring ahead with wide eyes as small hands meticulously wiped away the evidence of her awful act. There was a heavy weight that had long settled within her gut as if she’d swallowed a handful of stones and an agonizing pain exploding behind her forehead, spreading all over her skull. She wondered if this was her punishment— it felt simultaneously too severe, but also not enough, to make up for what she’d done. Fair skin prickled with the sensation of blood cooling all over it, slimy and tacky, yet it was, unfortunately, not an unfamiliar feeling. It wasn’t any worse than being covered in Reinhard’s, though nothing could ever really be as terrible as that, she supposed. Still, this was a close second. Even as the fluid was removed, the feeling remained, and she could not help the way her body visibly shook through a violent shudder as the damp cloth pressed against the weeping wound on her shoulder. She did not register the pain, but rather the action forced her to recall how she’d received the injury in the first place.

The sound of his voice was initially indecipherable, muffled and far away as if her ears were filled with cotton, but his gentle compliment broke through it all and hit her like a slap to the face. She flinched, before lowering her head, plum strands falling like a curtain around her face, hiding her expression. ❝ Don’t lie. You don’t mean that. ❞ Though she tried to sound firm and commanding, it came out more like a desperate plea, her voice a pathetic, broken whisper. Teeth grit together, jaw clenched so tight it ached, but it was not enough to fight back the tears as they filled her burning eyes and spilled down her cheeks.

For all that she had ever been through, Nicolette had always prided herself in being able to moderate her emotions and swallow her pain. She’d gone much of her life without ever letting it show just how much she was truly hurting, physically or otherwise. No matter how wounded she got fighting demons, she managed to get through it all without so much as a single tear. Admittedly, Kyojuro had cracked those walls a bit with the sheer force of his overwhelming kindness, but even then, the worst she’d ever been... was when he’d died. And yet... despite all of that, she supposed Reinhard had turned her into a bit of a crybaby. She’d cried in front of him the second day she’d ever known him, and since then it seemed that tears came easily as a result of his gentle affection and unbreakable loyalty. Those walls she’d built, he’d broken them down entirely, and there had certainly been a lot to cry about, as of late.

Now that she’d started, she couldn’t seem to stop, as if every little thing was rising and crashing over her like a wave. And she was drowning.

❝ Stop... please, stop lying— ❞ she begged, sobbing into her shaking hands as they moved to cover her flushed face. The thought of going home with him... she wanted nothing more than that, and yet... she did not believe him. How could she, after what she’d done? How could she believe that everything could be fixed, when it felt so fucking ruined beyond repair? ❝ Be honest, ❞ Nicolette whispered, ❝ you think I’m a monster, don’t you? ❞ She could not bring herself to look at him, trying and failing to stop the words. ❝ That’s why you hid it from me, right? ❞ Now she’d really gone and done something... monstrous. Worst of all, she didn’t regret it. They had forced her hand, threatening his life, fighting amongst themselves on who would claim the honor of presenting his head like a trophy. Twisted and cruel, they were monsters too, and she had given into the power just long enough to do the world a favor by killing them. It was exactly what he’d tried so hard to avoid, and yet here he was, telling her she fought well. She couldn’t believe it, couldn’t let herself believe it, because maybe, just a little, there was some guilt there, after all.

❝ I’d do it again if I had to, you know? I’m everything they say I am... you must think so too, you don’t... you don't have to pretend, for my sake. ❞ Though she was overcome by grief, she could not resist reaching out for him— her only anchor to keep from drifting out to sea. Her hands grasped his small arms like a lifeline, desperate but terribly gentle, as if afraid anything more might shatter him like glass. ❝ I’m so scared, Reinhard... not of this power, but that... you’ll come to hate me, because of it... ❞ And there it was, the fear she had buried deep and tried to ignore, poisoning her even more than the hurt of his lies. ❝ I can’t... I can't, without you, but... I don’t want you to feel trapped, either. ❞ Her voice broke, the tears still falling. ❝ If... if you really wanted it, I’d let you go, but I don’t want that... I love you... I don’t want to be without you, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please... don’t hate me... ❞

#fallesto #( FALLESTO ; REINHARD 11 )#GOD THIS HURTS!!!!!!!!!#↳ PRIVATE AU ; ISEKAI || ❛ fragments of a past that it wont let me forget / a blurry silhouettе ❜ ( fallesto )#↳ SHIP ; REINHARD VAN ASTREA || fallesto ❛ i would sacrifice it all to guide you / never have to battle alone ❜#long post

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𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 » ACCEPTING

@fallesto asked: sender and receiver cuddle while watching fireworks.

IT WAS BEAUTIFUL.

She had only witnessed such a sight once before, though that time felt so long gone and far away, now. Buried deep within her heart, never forgotten, but thought about less and less, as the days passed. Maybe they had become distorted, as she was sure now, that the display before her was even more extravagant than whatever she had witnessed in the past. Colors brighter and more vibrant than any she’d ever seen, exploding across the sky as if by magic.

HE WAS BEAUTIFUL.

At what point... had she stopped watching the sky, eyes moving instead to behold him with such adoration and longing that Nicolette was sure she might drown in it. How close they were like this, as she fit right up against his side, as if she were made to be there. His arm was draped across her back, hand fitting into the curve of her waist like a missing puzzle piece, holding her flush against him while her head rested upon his shoulder. Her face remained upturned towards the display, but turned slightly towards him now, gaze naturally drawn to admire his profile, so close her nose nearly brushed against his cheek.

How easy it would be to catch her staring, and yet she did so anyway, openly. As lovely as the bursting streams of light were, there was something far lovelier right before her. It always felt like she was fixated upon him whenever he was looking elsewhere, turning away before she could ever be caught, but as more time had passed... she found it harder and harder to look away. Harder and harder to not be caught, longing for him. ❝ So beautiful... ❞ She breathed, without thinking, her arms tightening their hold, wrapped around his waist. She felt her cheeks grow warm as she quickly tore her eyes away, pretending as if she’d been paying any attention to the sky.

❝ Yes... ❞ she heard him say, missing the way he turned to look at her, as he said it.

#fallesto #*VIBRATES UNTIL I EXPLODE* YEARNING!!!!#↳ SHIP ; REINHARD VAN ASTREA || fallesto ❛ i would sacrifice it all to guide you / never have to battle alone ❜#↳ PRIVATE AU ; ISEKAI || ❛ fragments of a past that it wont let me forget / a blurry silhouettе ❜ ( fallesto )#↳ ASKS ❛ since you’re lookin i’ll put on a fuckin show ❜

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@fallesto

❝ You broke our vows before you even finished saying them you stupid ugly bitch— ❞ You’re not even dressed appropriately for our wedding either, you forgot your clown shoes you little freak!!

#regulus worst husband of all time speed run #you won't believe what happens next--#↳ ( DASH COMM )#↳ PRIVATE AU ; ISEKAI || ❛ fragments of a past that it wont let me forget / a blurry silhouettе ❜ ( fallesto )

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not reid talking shit about nicolette to lyric as if he wasn’t practically on his knees begging for a chance. mans got turned down and now he’s bitter. @fallesto @lunarscaled

reid rn:

i get it though i’d be desperate for a chance with nicolette, too. 1 like = 1 prayer for reid’s blue balls 😔

#↳ OOC #IM FUCKING LAUGHING #desperate for pussy but was forced to starve #im so sorry king that must be so hard for you #suggestive text tw//#↳ PRIVATE AU ; ISEKAI || ❛ fragments of a past that it wont let me forget / a blurry silhouettе ❜ ( fallesto )

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GRAVE SUGGESTIONS ASK MEME » ACCEPTING

@fallesto asked: ‘ for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress. ’

❝ Mm... I know... ❞ The peaceful look upon her face shifted, soft features hardening into melancholic empathy. They had taken a walk through the garden as per her request, huddled close to fend off against the bite of the chill, autumn air. Before long she’d found a particularly cozy looking spot and insisted they sit down to rest, after which she revealed her true intentions for coming out here despite the cold, when her hands had gently pulled him closer and maneuvered his head to rest upon her lap. It was clear that Reinhard had been under an unfathomable amount of stress, as he had been for practically his entire life, and though she was sure he was normally quite good at ignoring it, he had grown too comfortable in her presence to hide it. His smile could not fool her, but at this point she wondered if he even really wanted to. Deep down, he must’ve always longed for someone to see the truth and welcome it. To accept all his fears and selfish desires, and love him anyway.

In a way, Nicolette understood the sentiment, too. Felt it echo in her very marrow, an unspoken wish she’d carried since adolescence, when her path had been violently chosen for her. To be normal, free to live without the constant feeling of burning gazes upon her back. Their circumstances and burdens were not the same, but she was intimately familiar with that endless rift that expectation placed between oneself and others. Eyes implored as much as they judged while mouths pleaded to be saved. All it did was widen that endless chasm that separated the self from their duty. Possessing the strength to protect people was a blessing. To save lives was a great honor. But it was also a curse. It was exhausting.

Being a hero was not something to romanticize, as others seemed to think it was. Though she had never once considered herself as such, every demon killed only solidified the false image people had created of her in their mind, when she rescued them. Every bit of praise and gratitude became another crushing burden that grew heavier with time. She did not regret it, nor did hate their weaknesses, but in a way... she resented them. She was not a hero. She was just a woman. One who had been broken down but remained too stubborn to die. She was a victim, too. The only difference between her and the people she fought for, was that no one had shown up to save her. She’d been forced to save herself, and it had nearly destroyed her completely to do it.

❝ You must be so tired, my love... you’ve worked so hard. ❞ Her voice was soft and heavy with emotion, words sincere in their sympathy. Pale fingers gently soothed through crimson hair, nails lightly dragging over his scalp as she gazed down at him with great adoration. They wore the weight of their expectations differently— Reinhard’s in the extensive legacy of his family name as well as the despicable laws that seemed to begrudge his very existence, and her in the copious scars that forever marred her body, acting as visual proof for years of abuse and heroic deeds— but they bore it, all the same. Two people that suffered because of strength, once innocent children that had been handed a sword and told how to live. Irrevocably hurt by the people they should’ve trusted most. It was but another thread that connected them so profoundly. Tethered by shared trauma, and anchored through love.

❝ Maybe we should run away to someplace where no one knows us? ❞ The smile she gave him was soft, the suggestion light— said half in comfort, half in jest. Reinhard was unlikely to abandon his duty no matter how much it hurt him unless she commanded it. This, she knew, and there was no world in which Nicolette could ever make such a cruel demand of him. ❝ No matter what, I am here with you... ❞ The promise was whispered as a single digit fondly traced the shell of his ear, tucking some hair behind it. ❝ There is nothing that could tear me away from you, Reinhard. ❞

#fallesto #i'm weirdly really proud of how this turned out #and i just really really missed writing them #i've been so sad lately i needed to write something like this #↳ SHIP ; REINHARD VAN ASTREA || fallesto ❛ i would sacrifice it all to guide you / never have to battle alone ❜#↳ ASKS ❛ since you’re lookin i’ll put on a fuckin show ❜#↳ PRIVATE AU ; ISEKAI || ❛ fragments of a past that it wont let me forget / a blurry silhouettе ❜ ( fallesto )

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