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Archibald simply watched her, eyes glazing over in their typical stoic way, the statuesque warrior forming once more in the wake of his heartbreak. Loretta turned and walked around Archibald, finally resting beneath him, leaning against his cannon with her shoulder and her cheek on his knee. Her amber eyes still stayed pinned on the soft golden eyes--so much like Archibald's own eyes and still so different altogether--of the girl, though her tail curled calmly over her white paws. In Archibald called her to be civil, she would obey, for in his state, disobedience would surely lace a new scar on her thick pelt. Resplendence spoke and Archibald lowered his head some, shaking it, as he scoffed. He did not scoff at her, but at himself, at the sorrow and rage that clawed away at his blackened heart. "My injuries cannot be mended by herb or by magic. Only time." He closed his eyes for a moment, and he doubted his own words. No time would heal the void within his soul. Circe was gone, and there was no repairs that could ever be made.
He lifted his head once more, however, to look the dun in the eye when she continued to speak. He set his jaw, listening, and his eyes watched the dragon drop from the trees and land on her bonded. Archibald nodded, a respectful but stoney nod, and introduced himself in turn. "Archibald the Dauntless, Loretta. Newly crowned King, as you've been made aware." Archibald recalled their previous meeting, and the young winged boy she had brought into the Edge with her. Her reaction to his title change had been predictable, the slight way her jaw and hardened and her eyes had widened, it was something Archibald did not fault her for. She probably thought Kaj's head was laying somewhere, his body thrown off the cliffs over the edge of the world. This was untrue, of course, but his history played otherwise. He had not touched a dark hair on the head of their delicate queen, either. Archibald had earned his title, as he had in the past, and he would keep it with honor and steadfast dedication.
ARCHIBALD the DAUNTLESS Call out to nobody, call out to me Chip on the shoulder, the dime in the teeth |
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.
please tag me
