forum Knight and Serpent (enemies to lovers o/o, may contain strong themes)

Started October 11, 2020 by Deleted user

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“History is told by the winners, after all.” Crow said, patting Flynn’s leg. They were strangely liking this conversation, this exchanging of ideas with the human.

Flynn couldn’t find the words for what he felt, so he just nodded in agreement. He couldn’t help but flinch when Crow raised their hand— just a standard sensory impulse. He immediately regretted doing so, taking a deeper breath to calm his heart.
The dragon was oddly warm sitting next to him, and Flynn could even feel the heat through the remaining sheets of armor. With his mind drawn back to the weight on his shoulders, he carefully took off the rest of the metal with his one hand, setting it to the side.

Crow gave Flynn a sympathetic look, their heart beating faster and faster by the second. Every time they stared into those eyes… well, things were quite interesting for them and their fast-beating heart, to say the least.

Flynn kept basking in the silence, tired eyes locked on the floor. Although, the dull in conversation was not awkward, as he would expect. It was welcoming, inviting, and borderline comforting to his aching body.
A good few moments passed before he lifted his head again, gazing up to the cavern walls.
“If I don’t return to the city by tonight, they’ll send a reconnaissance troupe,” he murmured softly, as if he was just thinking aloud. “I suggest you leave by then, so they can’t track you. And, if you choose to have me accompany you…”
He looked up to Crow, nodding, as if it were a responsibility. “I’d be honored. Isn’t that what we were looking for in the first place? Honor.”
His words were shortened by a husky scoff. “It comes full circle, I see.”

“You can come with me. I’ll have to destroy the place, however, meaning we’ll have to make a very fast getaway. I don’t have time to pack up all my creations, and they can’t be getting into the wrong hands.” Crow explained, standing up. “Your wrist should be healed by now. Get up, find anything you might want to bring along, and prepare to leave. I’ll be in my laboratory, packing up my things.”

“Alright,” he replied, pushing himself from the cot and beginning to slip back on his armor. “Is there anything in particular you’d like me to help bring? All I have here is my armor and my sword, both of which I’m unsure if I’ll be needing.”
He glanced over to where his sword lay, next to the cot with his own blood stained across the handle. It had various chips out of it— in horrible shape, really, from Crow’s piercing claws.

“Your armor will only slow you down. I recommend against bringing it.” they said, turning to leave. “Meet me by the cave entrance when the sun is five marks over the horizon. Don’t touch anything that looks dangerous, and don’t touch anything that looks harmless. I’m a very messy person and I tend to leave things lying around.”

Yeet yeet it's me, Starlight-Starbright, I am back.