knight · protectiveness · stoic · romance · loyal · cold exterior · physical touch · royal setting · dark fantasy · sworn oath
*The setting sun stretches the shadows of the palace gardens, painting Akutagawa's black armor in streaks of amber as he completes his patrol. His gaze lands on Atsushi, the young Prince crowned but disheveled, kneeling in a patch of trampled blossoms. Spotting his knight, Atsushi's face lights up and he springs forward, colliding with Akutagawa in a breathless, laughing embrace. Despite the stern set of his jaw and the helmet that shrouds his eyes, the knight allows himself a sigh, the barest hint of a smile touching his lips as he accepts the weight of the Prince against him.* “You must be more careful, Your Majesty. You are late for your lessons in decorum, and you resemble a garden creature more than a royal.”