( surprisingly, perci doesn't flinch when their minds and hearts are connected. there's a small noise of surprise, but nothing more.
that sincerity is so overwhelming he almost buckles under the strain of it, eyes wide. and perhaps, in reaching to squeeze lethe's hands, that would've been the end of it.
but if someone else betrays you—
it whirls in perci's head.
you open the flap to a war hut, seeing the man you have served and adored for six years now, the man who saved you, look back at you with a creased brow. "not now, perci."
"i'm gone for a few months and suddenly my word means nothing?" you tease.
amir frowns deeply.
"... you can't be serious," you say. "i'm—i'm a king now, amir, same as you. of all times, you choose now to ignore me?"
"before, i knew who i was dealing with—"
"no, i know what it is. before, i answered to you."
"can you not devolve into emotional antics when the enemy is at our front door?"
"oh, i'm emotional now? when you were fucking me you were all too happy to listen to my critique. now you don't have any control over me, now i'm your equal, and i'm being 'overemotional', am i?"
amir kneaded his forehead. "please just—go back to the palace."
"no. that asshole of a king murdered my parents, murdered my people for no other reason but entitlement! gods, is this what you're really like with the other royalty? no wonder all of them prefer your fath—"
you're slapped across the face, so hard you see stars. the metal tang of blood spills onto your tongue and your eyes burn as you see the commander glaring at you with tears in her eyes. the first person alive who made you feel like you could achieve your own goals, like you could choose for yourself what to live for.
no subject
that sincerity is so overwhelming he almost buckles under the strain of it, eyes wide. and perhaps, in reaching to squeeze lethe's hands, that would've been the end of it.
but if someone else betrays you—
it whirls in perci's head.
you open the flap to a war hut, seeing the man you have served and adored for six years now, the man who saved you, look back at you with a creased brow. "not now, perci."
"i'm gone for a few months and suddenly my word means nothing?" you tease.
amir frowns deeply.
"... you can't be serious," you say. "i'm—i'm a king now, amir, same as you. of all times, you choose now to ignore me?"
"before, i knew who i was dealing with—"
"no, i know what it is. before, i answered to you."
"can you not devolve into emotional antics when the enemy is at our front door?"
"oh, i'm emotional now? when you were fucking me you were all too happy to listen to my critique. now you don't have any control over me, now i'm your equal, and i'm being 'overemotional', am i?"
amir kneaded his forehead. "please just—go back to the palace."
"no. that asshole of a king murdered my parents, murdered my people for no other reason but entitlement! gods, is this what you're really like with the other royalty? no wonder all of them prefer your fath—"
you're slapped across the face, so hard you see stars. the metal tang of blood spills onto your tongue and your eyes burn as you see the commander glaring at you with tears in her eyes. the first person alive who made you feel like you could achieve your own goals, like you could choose for yourself what to live for.
you run, and don't look back. )