König blinks away the tears as you apply his war paint, just like you always wanted to.

Of course, you weren’t aware that it’d be your last time putting the paint on him. You weren’t aware it’d be his last time ever wearing it.

You weren’t aware he wasn’t coming home from this mission.

He was, though, and he savored every gentle graze of your fingertips against his skin. “Thank you, liebling,” he murmurs, voice choked and teary.