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William(2)| The Story Behind that Mask

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part 2 to Just Put a Mask Over it

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——————☘︎︎The Story Behind that Mask———

The magic knight squinted her eyes as the ceiling light woke up the passed out maiden, blinking a few moments to get her drowsiness away. She rested her palm on the soft mattress as she held herself up, [e/c] eyes staring to the objects she was very familiar with; cupboards, her mirror, and the dolls she previously made lying on the floor.

Ah, she was in her dull room...

but wasn't she fighting Langris awhile ago?

"You passed out, Y/N." Her neck snapped to the side at the soft voice, eyes softening when she was met by her caring captain. William smiled when a small grin came up the vice captain's face, hands darting to the tray on the table beside him. The both of your eyes were still onto each other's as the Captain approached "You did great...as always." The man congratulated as he handed the food, fingers brushing a bit as you took the tray from his hands. The man internally flinched at the touch.

You were cold

Terribly cold..

"Thank you Captain-"

She paused at the sound of her voice, setting down the food on her legs as her hands darted to her face. Her breath hitched when she felt the touch of her fingers, trailing to the rough edges of the remains of the porcelain that once covered the horrible state she's in.

She looked up, expecting a dissapointed  look from the captain, only to find the sweet smile he's always had. She staggered a bit as her hands reached for the loaf of bread, bringing up to her face as she took a big bite. A chuckle escaped the man's lips, the sound making you tilt your head. "Are you perhaps... hungry as well?" He shook his head at your question as he sat down at the edge of your bed, watching you munch down on the meal he, himself prepared.

He frowned when he saw your clouded irises that were probably wandering back to your self deprecating thoughts, and of course he was right.

You were currently stressing at what your parents would think if they found out you lost to someone younger than you. Their shaking heads and squinted eyebrows were once again playing inside your head on repeat, different voices scolding on how you should've been wiser, stronger, better than anyone.

'I shouldn't have rushed in'

'I should've been more careful'

'I should've made him approach me, not the other way around'

'I was doing so well.. so why-"

"I will tell you the story..." William started off, his voice making you come back to reality as your eyes made contact with his amethyst ones. "..behind my mask."

Your confused irises watched him reach for the said object, eyes widening at the sight of purple scars that covered the upper part of his features. "Do they.. hurt?" You asked as concern laced your voice. William smiled when your fingers came in contact with his cheek, happy that you're concerned for him. "I was born with these scars.. so it's quite fine." You retreated your hand at his response, a sigh of relief escaping your chapped lips as you continued listening to his story.