⤷ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝕸𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 ᵎ!ᵎ ˎˊ˗

ᅠ ᅠ seated against an evergreen tree . one hand rests on the hilt of his sword , while the other drapes over his propped knee . this was a position he’d find most comfortable —— safe . his days as a mercenary for hire had taught him much about the cruelty of ( … ) ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ ah . . well , all that effort for naught . he huffs with slight disdain before turning his head to greet her . it wasn’t too long ago that he couldn’t be in the same vicinity as the royals . and now , here he is , basking in the unforgiving brilliance — ( … ) ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ tufts of white hair brush the top of his lashes as he turns to face the smaller . there’s not much of an expression to read , simply just watching and waiting . The metallic armor clackers with every movement he makes , scabbard lightly clinking against — ( … ) ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ ‍blink blink . huh . . . who is this ? where is he ? the ‘hero’ from the distant ages gazes back at the maiden with his cold stare . his chin is lifted , squinting as if to study her . “ I’d assume you’d have such answers , seeing as you’ve summoned —— ( … ) ᅠ ᅠ