taken from a current roleplay with a friend. Generally, I match reply length unless doing a time skip, using multiple characters, setting something up, intros, ect


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The knight let out an apprehensive sigh at Brenner's persistence. There was little time for rest, not when there was sure to be a corrupt army or a swarm of bandits lurking some rivers away; the latter seeming more and more ominous than his former brothers. They had dodged the main roads, sure, but bandits were the scum of the forest, and it was unlikely that there would be a path they did not know. Slow to notice the shift in their positions due to the exhaustion he would have preferred to continue ignoring, Gilbert finally felt the gentle weight nudging him, and the more intense stare focused in his direction. The knight was torn. Not obeying the heir further went against the codes he had already broken, and would inevitably leave him sluggish and more of a hindrance in the event they were found, but submitting meant he wouldn't have a careful watch on the prince for some time.


Standing in silence, his own forest green eyes uncharacteristically holding onto the younger man's gaze, Gilbert could finally feel the weight of the day-long journey and the fight that had proceeded it baring down on him. He had no choice in the matter, after all. Breaking eye contact with a tip of his head, the blonde knight sighed softly once more. "I...understand, sire. Forgive me for making you worry." He could feel the coils of embarrassment tighten in his gut at the realization that had made his prince plead for something, more so than anything else that had happened up until that point. Gilbert tugged the cloak around Brenner's shoulders a bit more firmly before motioning toward the shabby, run down house. "Wait for me inside, your majesty. I'm going to tie Stormbreaker and fetch him some water, then I'll join you." Hesitantly letting his hands fall from the smaller shoulders of the prince in front of him, the knight once again chose not to wait for approval. His words hadn't been a request, after all, but closer to an order for the third time since the castle; his voice focused and unwavering despite the continued inner turmoil.


Tugging at the white steed's reigns, he led the large creature to a crooked fence post some steps away. Securing the leather retainers around the wood, Gilbert gently