can I fucking help you, my liege
*walking down main street sweeping my scythe back and forth in front of me* watch out bitch! watch out bitch!
God's well aware that I'm not his strongest soldier and he's not giving me his toughest battles, but I won't lie the battles I am getting are kicking my ass
Top of the mountain is cold, even though it's closer to the sun? How
the sun is cold
i do think there's something quite intimate about dressing in the pelts that my knight has personally hunted, retrieved, and prepared for me. to pull furs closer around me and wrap myself so literally in his protection... to cloak myself in the spoils of his labor – to send the message of our mutual favor to the entire court...
