"i am devoted to you," he said, thinking of cathedral windows and sunlight and red velvet cushions. "i will follow you to the ends of the earth; do anything you ask; i am devoted."
"i know," said the other, thinking of rough palms and sparking flint and clashing iron blades. "i know you would do anything, and yet i ask you to do nothing. i know of your devotion, and i know my own rests in you."
"it cannot," said the man whose devotion was like worship. "a king's devotion cannot rest in his hand."
"it does," said the man whose devotion was spawned from respect. "it may not have been something heard of until now, but i can say with full confidence that i am devoted to you."
and so it was accepted, and for the rest of time they remained: a hand devoted to his king, and a king likewise devoted to his hand.
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author's note
word count: 156
i wrote this line: "I will; I promise on my devotion to you," in my current main project, and it ended up spawning this idea. i'm very glad it did because i love this a lot actually.
anyways i don't really have anything else to say about this, so bye for now and have a great day!
-blu
(oh btw this is meant to be treebark :D)
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depollute me, pretty baby (short, soft mcyt oneshots)
Fanfictionsome short oneshots to make your day better (i hope). mostly hermitcraft and life series probably. title from we'll never have sex by leith ross
