[ He almost doesn't pay attention to the swatch of white hair he sees out of the corner of his eye as Dio approaches - it is commonplace in his mind and the image doesn't click in his head. Every day of his short, young life he'd seen that hair passing him by. He breathes, mouth parting to respond, but then he stops.
Things piece together in a heartbeat and his pale blue eyes widen. His knees feel weak and he grips his lance with both fists to keep himself upright. It's all he can do against the unexpected weight launched against him. He swallows, fingers quivering as they clutched the handle of the lance for stability. His mouth is dry and his tone barely above a whisper when he speaks. ]
i was sent on a mission from god to join here also roxy's player
Things piece together in a heartbeat and his pale blue eyes widen. His knees feel weak and he grips his lance with both fists to keep himself upright. It's all he can do against the unexpected weight launched against him. He swallows, fingers quivering as they clutched the handle of the lance for stability. His mouth is dry and his tone barely above a whisper when he speaks. ]
My lord...?