d3rlord had been staying at avery’s house for the past few weeks.

the slime boy had taken the stray knight in refuge; ever since after discovering the golden knight all astray deep within the depths of the cave, behind those gates, avery had offered solace for d3rlord to stay at his personal abode. no matter how much d3rlord fussed, no matter how many times the knight glanced behind his back in fear of pursuit or the everlasting fear of stalk..

avery put up with it.

he accommodated to d3rlord’s every requirement—he kept the curtains wide open to satiate d3rlord’s constant fear of something lurking outside, even if it disturbed the slimy nature of avery’s skin.

& the knight was more than just thankful for this.

he decided to swear fealty. swear fealty to the one being considerate enough to not scoff at d3rlord’s every glance or second take. the one & only being courteous enough to not scoff at his oddities, but to instead smile with such a grin as beautiful as that whenever he fidgeted & fussed.

early the next morning, dawn just breaking, d3rlord crept out of his share of the bedroom. he slunk through the wooden hall over to avery’s room, where the slime boy was still resting, back on the bed, dozing away peacefully, curtains wide open as d3rlord had fussed so much over.

he silently crept over to avery’s bedside, getting down on one knee at the side of the mattress with a clunk of his armour. with hands quivering with sheer respect, he gently cupped avery’s limp palm in his own two golden gauntlets, bringing the boneless mass of beauty to his armoured mouth.

he hesitates. he doesn’t want to overpass any boundaries of his liege— & so he waits, for avery to wake up.

so he can swear fealty & devotion for good, to wake eyes & ears.