Your metal gauntlets were not built for the tender gesture of grasping a loved one’s hand.
“I’m glad to have fought at your side, my lord,” he says, and god help you both, he still has the smile of an angel, all these years later.
Death comes as the end to a very long and happy story, but at least you go down swinging.
narugaa, medieval au
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