Idrila blesses me in your warmth - Argenti
.ೃ࿐𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : ̗̀➛
-‘๑’- summary -- Argenti checking in on you since you've grown more distant despite aiding him in spreading the word of Beauty (perhaps against your will but who would deny such a kind heart?), but you couldn't help but feel your feelings grow for him by the day.
-‘๑’- pairing -- Argenti x gn! reader
-‘๑’- status -- friendship, he made you a co-worker as well after he saved you, hidden feelings
-‘๑’- situation -- SFW, comfort, Argenti being Argenti, helping Argenti spread the word of Idrila (if it means you're under his protection of course).
You don't even know how you found yourself upon his journey across the stars, spreading beauty and worship in awake.
Well, you do, but that's only because the brave knight in dashing armour and red, luscious hair saved you from a catastrophe with the legion. But alas, he swooped in by some divine timing and blessed you with his utter devotion to this Idrila Aeon - who may or may no longer exist.
Though, you wouldn't dare tell him that.
You sighed at the memory, knowing how you promised to aid him in spreading the word of his grand Aeon. You don't even know if letting him believe you're honourable to the duty he had bestowed upon you is cruel.
But damn stars in hell, he was far too kind and generous for his own good, it made him incredibly...naïve? Gullible? It made you feel bad in all honesty. He's a gentle soul in other words.
He took his kindness seriously.
Extremely seriously.
You bit your lip, your eyes scanning over the words of a novel you tried to focus upon, finding yourself thinking of the knight with hair as red as a rose and eyes like glimmering emeralds. It was unfair how one could truly be so beautiful.
You grimaced, cursing yourself to become so distracted again that you didn't even hear the soft clank and clatter of armour approaching you from behind the comfy chair. Everything within the 'One-and-Only' was comfortable and dashing.
Your fingers fidgeted upon the corner of the page.
"What troubles you, my friend?", red and silver dashed in gold came from the corner of your eye, alerting you of the Knight of Beauty's presence. That silken voice of his could only melt the frown upon your features.
You glanced up at him, watching as he bowed in greeting, a smile upon his face. You cleared your throat, trying to bite back the blush threatening to spill across your cheeks, "Nothing, I mean, I was just...reading?" You struggled to avoid those sweet, kind eyes of his, biting your lip before shaking your head, "is there something you'd want to talk about, Argenti?"
A soft chuckle escaped those lips of his, causing his eyes to close and to reveal those thick lashes of his as he straightened himself, "My friend, do I need a reason to speak to someone I hold dear to my heart? A friend whom has travelled with me across the stars in hopes to spread the word of Beauty?"
You cheeks could only flush.
"No", you stammered out, bringing your knees to your chest and closing the book, shaking your head as you gave him a small smile, "feeling lonely in the cockpit?" A soft laugh vibrated from his chest, making his eyes twinkle and the corners of his lips to upturn, "Silence allows one to admire the beauty around them and to see things one would not notice amidst sound. Though, lately, you've grown quieter, I just merely wished to see how you are fairing, my friend."
He lowered his head in sincerity, placing his hand upon his chest in emphasis to the genuine words that flowed from those lips of his.
Your smile slightly faltered, "I'm sorry, Argenti, a lot has been in my mind lately. I didn't mean to seem so... distracted." You sighed, straightening out your legs and placing the novel down upon the side table, only to see a rose placed before your face - the suddenness of it caused your eyes to widen and for its delicate smell to fill your nose.
"Perhaps this small gift shall make your smile brighten once more like the stars that adorn the night sky. This rose a symbol of innocence and beauty that adorns you and all that dwells around you." He gently slipped it behind your ear - this time noticing the smooth stem instead of the thorns that usually adorned it.
He must've trimmed it so it could perch itself behind your ear without causing you pain or discomfort. Your eyes could only glance up into his own in disbelief and a flicker of...vulnerability? "You didn't have to, Argenti...", you softly spoke, tearing your eyes away from his own as your fingers brushed along the smooth petals, "but thank you."
Your stomach tightened and your cheeks reddened before you slowly leaned forward, kissing his cheek gently - only to lean back against the chair once more and bring your knees to your chest before grabbing onto the book once more.
His eyes had widened at the gesture until they softened, his smile widening in its kindness and warmth, "do not thank me, it is only my pleasure. You have helped me in ways I could never do myself, so for that, it should be I that is thanking you." He gently took your hand away from the book, sliding his fingers upon your palm before bending down once more and placing his lips against your skin.
His eyes fluttered closed while the warmth spread through your system, leaving you breathless and your heart to stammer.
"I should return back to the front, but do not be afraid of seeking me if you wish to converse. There is beauty in sound as well if you listen closely", he softly whispered, straightening himself up as you feel his fingertips linger upon your own before he withdrew them. His smile was soft and kind, like always, "Idrila blesses me in your warmth and comfort."
As he walked back towards the door, you couldn't help but close eyes and smile. His fragrant, flowery smell filling your nose while the softness of the petals of the rose he had gifted you felt warm beneath your touch - you knew this came from his heart.
All the more reason to treasure his kindness and honour in every way you can - even if it means putting up your jealousy for an Aeon who may be dead.
A soft chuckle spilled from your lips at that thought.
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#𖤓 artwork: artist unknown
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I WAS FUCKING RIGHT LMFAO
"I'm not exactly what you call alive." - Boothill
A TRIBUTE TO THE GUNSLINGERS THOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO ACCORDING TO BOOTHILL, THEY WERE CALLED BOOTHILLS-
Oop-
Do you think Boothill's name was always Boothill since the name was actually used for gunmen who had passed on and were buried with their boots on since the tradition was for them to be buried in what they were wearing? Plus, Boothill's heels are actually permanent too, perhaps his feet are the shape of the boots he wore?
Maybe he changed his name because the man he was died along with the rest of him?
Or so I theorised that, or perhaps he chose to lose his body to become something better and more advanced...
He really is a mystery I cannot wait to dive into~
(Also Boothill is a given name for a cemetery)
What do you guys think?
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