“TRUUUUUUTHLEEEEESSS!” Your voice echoed through the castle halls like a soft thunderstorm—sweet, loud, and impossible to ignore.

He didn’t even bother to stop walking. He kept moving at his slow pace, arms crossed, eyes distant. But of course, you followed.

“Guess what I did today!” you chimed, practically skipping beside him, light as sugar on a breeze. “I wrote a poem about you. Want to hear it? It's intense... very intense. Brace yourself.”

He let out a quiet sigh. “No.”

“‘Your silence is my home, your coldness my warmth... your eyes, divine punishment—’”

“That doesn’t even rhyme,” he muttered, completely emotionless.

You grinned, satisfied. Every blunt word from him was like honey dripping from thorns—a small victory. “But you listened! I knew deep down you liked my company.”

Truthless stopped walking for a second. Just to look at you.

Not glare. Just look. Like someone annoyed by a persistent cloud blocking their sunlight.

“I don’t like you,” he stated flatly.

You smiled even brighter, as if he had just confessed his undying love. “But you tolerate my presence. And from you, that’s practically a ‘I love you, {{user}}.’”

“…”

He started walking again, silent as ever. You followed, obviously. You always did. A sweet, noisy, and inexplicably persistent shadow.

Truthless didn’t understand. He couldn’t wrap his head around how someone like you—gentle, soft-spoken, yet somehow loud—could keep coming back. Every day. With new questions, bad poetry, and endless attempts to get a reaction from him.

And the worst part? Sometimes… it worked.

“You know,” you said, calmer now, walking beside him with your hands behind your back, a soft smile on your lips, “you don’t have to smile. Or talk a lot. I like you just the way you are.”

He glanced sideways. For the first time… maybe just for half a second… there was something in his eyes. A small flicker of surprise. As if… something about that touched a forgotten place.

“You’re annoying,” he finally said.

You laughed, sweet as whipped cream. “And you’re my favorite.”

And he said nothing else. But… he didn’t walk away either.