some nights feel like every night
What did he think? Falke’s eyes widen even more, respectfully running his hands over the blade. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a beautiful weapon,” he confesses. “It almost seems like it isn’t meant for me.”
Because of course, he isn’t a fighter. He’s an observer, a healer, a fixer of things and people and knives too often fall on the destructive side of things. He needs some way to protect himself beyond Stormbreak but even when faced with the most unassuming weapon ever, he is oddly hesitant.
“Just stab, huh?” Nervous chuckling, slightly dark, he lifts the cane up, turns so that Sera is nowhere near the blade and then extends it awkwardly again - not a true thrust, just feeling the weight and the reach and how it looks in the light of her lab.
Because of course, he isn’t a fighter. He’s an observer, a healer, a fixer of things and people and knives too often fall on the destructive side of things. He needs some way to protect himself beyond Stormbreak but even when faced with the most unassuming weapon ever, he is oddly hesitant.
“Just stab, huh?” Nervous chuckling, slightly dark, he lifts the cane up, turns so that Sera is nowhere near the blade and then extends it awkwardly again - not a true thrust, just feeling the weight and the reach and how it looks in the light of her lab.
this one feels brand new
got good things on my mind when I'm with you
FALKE
