#chalphyknight

[chalphylight-blog]

“maybe the universe didn’t want us together, but i sure as hell did.”

She steps closer, reaching for his hand and gently taking them in her own, they cannot even fully wrap around them.

❝ I think that...we were still fated to be together, I’ve never felt more...reassured and at ease than when I am with you; I feel drawn to you, as thought it were destiny, ❞ Deirdre feels as though she is rambling, but she gives him a small smile in reassurance regardless, ❝ But...regardless of what fate has in store for the both of us, I think that we can be together so long as we wish for it desperately enough.  We already went against fate by loving one another to begin with. ❞

[gaileon]

@chalphyknight

        ALM POURS A glass expertly for his unexpected dinner partner. “ I don’t drink as much as those friends of yours, but I’m down for a drink and a talk. My village deals in this stuff all the time. ”

Regardless of his excuse, no matter how true it was, there was still an odd vibe to be alongside a man who seemed so elegant as Sigurd. A prince and a pauper kind of deal he supposes, an unlikely opportunity he might as well take advantage of while he can. As such, once he’s poured himself a drink, he raises it. “ To comrades in arms under the summoner, yeah ? ”

[whitedawnd-archive-blog]

‘ lost things have a way of turning up. ’

SOFT FAMILY | @chalphyknight​​ | ACCEPTING

❛  WELL,  I’ve lost a lot of things.  ❜  Things and people,  that is.  They aren’t sure what else to say  -  all of their lost  ‘  things  ’  had been gone.  And how are they to react  -  when those lost simply show up,  staring at Kotaru blankly.  ❛  I-I just...  don’t know what to do about it.  ❜

[chalphylight-blog]

kiss kiss kiss

Her eyes squeeze shut momentarily, giggles bubbling out of her throat.

❝ S-Sigurd…! ❞ She squeaks out his name between more titters of laughter.

❝ That - that tickles! ❞ 

[chalphylight-blog]

hello? i love you

She lets out a small tiny gasp!

❝ I love you too, Lord Sigurd! ❞

[chalphylight-blog]

✧ Sigurd;

“ Perhaps. ” He answers quietly. As much as Sigurd tries to listen to her words, his mind is wrought with distress. “ I have shown weakness in different ways nonetheless. ”

She parts her lips to speak, but finds that words do not come to her.  Deirdre pauses, instead willing herself to step closer, lifting a hand to gently cup his cheek in her left palm.

❝ Sigurd...even if you feel weak, I see no reason to hold shame in being so. ❞

Deirdre lifts her right palm, cupping his other cheek.  Her thumbs stroke his face gently, following along his cheekbones.

❝ Humans are only capable of so much on their own, regardless of their station or position.  It is best one recognize their own weakness then force themselves to do the impossible.  Remember that you have others who wish to help and support you. ❞

Her love is strong, brave, so many wonderful things.  She thinks him capable of anything in this world, but one man can only do so much, she knows this.  If in some small way she can ease his burdens, his pain, she wishes to do so.  More than anything else.