❥・❝ 𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞. ❞
↳ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a young lady valued by the fatui dearly finds her perfect match, who happens to be her colleague.
𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥�...
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You were sat in the infirmary next to Ajax, who laid unconscious on the bed from overworking himself using his Foul Legacy in a duel with Arlecchino, you sighed looking down at his body, patiently waiting for him to wake up. He had been out for seventeen hours already and you were starting to get worried.
He suddenly opens his eyes, and as soon as he woke up, he moved to sit up before a sharp pain runs through his body, causing him to wince and lay back down, squeezing your hand to try and ease the pain.
"Hey Ajax, careful now. You overworked yourself a lot in that duel, you did well though."
He looks up at you, "Thanks.. but how long have I been out for?"
"About seventeen hours."
His eyes widened in shock, "So long.. but Arlecchino.." he took a moment, recalling the fight from before.
"You did well you know, and Arlecchino is completely fine. I'm proud of you, you know? Guess my training did pay off, though I didn't really contribute anything to your strength."
"Thanks.. but I still didn't win.."
"Ajax, it is a well known fact that you weren't going to win, she's the fourth Harbinger, you're only an agent remember? Plus, that duel was only to test your true strength, to see what you were really capable of."
He pouts slightly, looking up at you. "I'm aware but.. I still wanted to win."
"Maybe in the future you could win, but certainly not now."
He sighed, his eyes now half lidded from exhaustion, "I guess that's true.."
"Also, don't move. Your transformation took a huge toll on your body." You chuckled, watching him wince in pain as he tried moving his body.
"Right... Damn it.."
He stopped trying to sit up and relaxed back against the bed. He was still tired and he still felt the strain of the Foul Legacy on his body now that he was out of the fight. He closed his eyes, resting his head on the pillow.
"How do you feel? Does anything hurt?"
He cracked open one eye to look at you and gave a half-hearted shrug , "A hell of a lot... But nothing I can't handle..."
"Don't try act like a tough boy, do you want some paracetamol or something to try ease the pain a bit?"
He huffed, though he secretly felt appreciated for you taking the time to offer him something for the pain. Though he was hesitant to take or ask for anything
