𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞,
𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬.
💙 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐒 "𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓" 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐀, 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 💙
Shrug.
Shrug.
Matthias smirks, crossing his arms over his chest as he meets that challenging gaze.
"Mortals from my world are just endlessly persistent too."
Leaning down to meet eye to eye.
Matthias just won't back down . . .
Matthias smirks, crossing his arms over his chest as he meets that challenging gaze.
"Mortals from my world are just endlessly persistent too."
Matthias just won't back down . . .
Picking at the part of the scar on his neck. Owie.
Matthias responds, pouting slightly.
Matthias just won't back down . . .
Matthias asks, standing up from the crouching position he was in - he was bent over a babbling brook, with his leather boots and captain's jacket off.
There was a slight look of panic on his visage as he approached the pirate with a sense of urgency — ,
"Have you seen a brown horse pass by here?"
Matthias asks, standing up from the crouching position he was in - he was bent over a babbling brook, with his leather boots and captain's jacket off.
Matthias responds, pouting slightly.
He does need emotional support but he isn't admitting to that.
Matthias responds, pouting slightly.
❝ Anything else you'd like to show me before the Styx takes me home ? ❞
"It's easier like this."
"It's easier like this."
[ It seems the Prince is getting the hang of it. He is absolutely beaming ]
❝ Would you want to take over here, mate ? ❞
"Here, use yer legs and yer core to stabilize yerself when steering."
"It's easier like this."
"Bwuff."
That's a yes, probably.
“How’s this? Better?”
He tilts his head, trying to get her to scratch behind his ears. His fur is soft and silky, but the hide underneath is thick, like armor.
"Bwuff."
That's a yes, probably.
" . . . I missed ya, so sue me."
He huffs, hugging her back with a gentle touch.
“Sweet of you to come see me too~”
Opening his arms to offer a hug, if she so chooses.
" . . . I missed ya, so sue me."
He huffs, hugging her back with a gentle touch.
"Here, use yer legs and yer core to stabilize yerself when steering."
❝ Heh... This is a lot more pleasant than I thought it'd be. ❞
[ The wheel starts to turn a little too heavily to the right ]
Surprisingly, it's actually quite weighty, but the way the sun kisses the prince's skin, the way the wind tousles his hair, the salty taste of the air.
"See ?"
"Here, use yer legs and yer core to stabilize yerself when steering."
"Yes. Ya do."
"Yes. Ya do."
"Yes. Ya do."