Waste

A Certain Sword.

Dimitrios's P.O.V.

???: "Ah, he's just arrived..."

Malenia tries to let go of my hand......tries...but I just pull her in...Miquella letting go of her as if an offering.....pulling her closer to me. The Waterfowl's gaze never leaving mine before someone clears their throat.

Messmer: "Who gave you the right?"

I gently let go of Malenia's hand, taking the chance to lean down and sniff her hair. She doesn't pull away from me, no pushing away either-actually, she leans back into my arms. Resting against me in an....intimate manner?....Something purely blasphemous to the Golden Order if I dare say....yet Queen Marika doesn't do anything, instead continuing to observe us.

Dimitrios: "Lady Malenia?"

She smells of roses, my snout-like nose poking at her neck.

Malenia: "..... I hate you...you still continue to remain nearby no matter what I say..."

My head reeling to come up with anything to say.

Dimitrios: "............Y-You smell good..."

A small chuckle from her that spins my heart around but also makes me scared.

Sometimes it's best just to not say anything at all.....

She quietly snuggles closer, my breathing hitches, and muscles slightly twitching.....before ramming her metal elbow into my gut. Knocking the wind and happy thoughts out of me. I fall to my knees gasping for air and grunting as I quickly stand back up. Malenia and Miquella walking to their rightful thrones....not even glancing back at me....the Lords laughing at me........the heart hurts man.

I continue rubbing my stomach, closing my eyes and pacing my breath.

???: "Let me see your fingers.....your fingers."

Opening my eyes, I peer down at a little old lady...confused....I crouch down to sit on all fours.

Dimitrios: "Are you part of the Two Fingers?..... What is your name Lady of the Fingers?"

Enia: "Enia, young one....ahhh...such a Death Soaked soul.....come closer child..."

Gently placing my hands in hers. Before a flash of white overtakes my vision.

{????}

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I swing the blade horizontally, fluid in motion. Deadly precision enough to slice a falling leaf in half....then I go back to resting position, standing in the center of a large outdoor training court, drenched in sweat from the intense workout....workout? I look at my body, more toned and riddled with muscles than I've ever seen my own frame with-exuding an ominous power from within.....the heavy object in my right hand...holding a massive sword that glows a soft blue light....my eyes widen in horror. Yet the...future me? Seems absolutely calm, confident, and unshakable. As if the original owner of this blade has long submitted to my authority.

'Why do I have the Dark Moon Greatsword?....W-Where the hell am I?'

Heavy thick snowfall on the ground, in my dreads, and facial hair.

Melina: "Will you really keep us waiting for the rest of the night?"

I frown. Wanting to speak with Lady Melina, but an entirely different sentence flies past my lips...as if I'm a spectator inside of my own body.