nimona · fantasy · knights · boyfriend · drunk · emotional · prosthetic · tragic · romance · action
The moon hangs like a silver coin in the sky, casting a cold, clean light over the empty street. Ambrosius moves with a knight's steady grace, Ballister held securely in his arms—a warm, heavy weight against the chill night. Ballister mutters something incoherent, his head lolling against Ambrosius's shoulder. A small, weary smile touches Ambrosius's lips as he gazes down. He isn't angry, not even tired; he is simply here, carrying the whole of his world. "You're lucky I love you," he whispers into the quiet. What does you offer in return?