wading in waist high water [tradwives.vs.sk] day 2 / 11:15am
Oct 20, 2024 1:06:23 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Oct 20, 2024 1:06:23 GMT -5
s t o n e k n i g h t .
He doesn't need to rest.
But some part of him still tries to tell him to and so he listens every now and then. He doesn't need to rest because a stone is a stone. There is no flesh here beneath the stone armour, no restless words laying in wait below a silken tongue. There is only the knight, with veins of gold and the slow erosion of all that he is.
He doesn't need to rest but even when the cracks in his mask finish fusing back together, the knight does not rise from the bottom of the pool he lay himself down in. Instead, he watches the sky from his place below the surface. The water wraps itself around him, slips its cool hands over the crevices of the armour and flattens itself over the solid stone knight.
He does not live, the stone knight.
Perhaps it's not even correct to say that the knight once did. Whoever he once was is long gone, leaving only behind a sense of duty so strong that even a curse couldn't slow him.
It is peaceful there, at the bottom of the pool. His thoughts, always swirling endlessly and moving too quickly for him to hold onto them, begin to slow.
Perhaps if he stopped trying so hard to keep them, they could fade.
There could be an end to it.
"Protect the kingdom."
The command ricochets through him and the stone knight sits up with a jolt.
Water cascades off of his stone armour as rises to stands in the pool. Movement in the corner of his eye, the knight's head turns slowly, scraping stone against stone, and then it stops.
He stares at the two youths standing on the bank of the pool for an agonisingly long time.
Then he slowly draws his sword and the sound of metal against stone bounces off of the glass surfaces of the pools.
And the Stone Knight brings his sword up over his head and swings it back down.
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[ Shallow Cut on Right Calf -- 3.5 damage ]