"when will you learn your lesson?"
your lip trembled, eyes narrowed and shoulders clearly quivering with the intensity of your anger — mouth forming a thin line, you did your best to hold back your frustration, despite the tears threatening to spill right through your eyelashes.
why did he have to be so... death crazed.
he claimed not to be reckless; he claimed not to have a death wish. and yet, he threw himself into deaths arms, as if it were the embrace of a lover long lost, time, and time, and time again.
you were sick of it. you really were.
when will this knight learn that chasing a forgotten deity is not a goal worth risking his safety for? when will he learn that theres someone who would be torn, driven to the depths of madness, should any harm come his way? he had saved your life before, yet seems to be all too happy discarding his own for the sake of others — for the sake of idrila.
still, you didnt want to snap at him — not when his body was drenched in crimson blood the color of his hair, skin adorned with gashes and stabs that told of the fierce battle he had once again taken upon himself to fight.
argenti looked you in the eye as your hands continued bandaging his gaping wounds, and spoke, in a voice as quiet as a whisper, "im sorry, my beauty."