(weeeeeee sheeeeeeesh)
The only thing that AK could think about while running on the battlefield was the past. His green eyes, cocky smirk, and the way his abs would shine in his sweat. (I couldn't think of anything else for the last oneeeee) The way that, when he left, he somehow became more handsome. AK saw Varian on the battlefield. He readied himself. He knew that their swords would clash.
He saw him and grinned, and AK watched as he held his sword with one hand, the blade slowly becoming ablaze with green flame, lighting up Varian's eyes a bit and causing them to sparkling with the flickering fires. He trailed closer, watching as a horde of soldiers descended upon him. With a lazy flick of his wrist, they all froze midair, leaving an open path to AK.
"You always do manage to overlook my magic, don't you sweetness? I suppose we couldn't both have brains and brawns...at least you have a pretty face though, hm?"
Catches the sword with his gloves. The sword was sharp. And cut through his gloves. The cut went deep into his arm. (He missed the sword when he caught it a bit) AK winced at the pain but he picked picked his sword up, tripped you and it seemed like he was going to cut your neck up but instead. He put it right by your neck. AK bends over and whispers softly into your ear. "We need to end this Varian. We have a chance to end this endless war. They kicked you out because you're a different race. (Idk .-.) You have magic. What do you say Varian? Truce?
A shiver went through his spine at feeling AK's warm breaths against his ear, blushing a little. He looked up at him, lips slightly parted. He stared up into those amber eyes and for a brief, shining moment, everything was perfect and they were just sparring in the training grounds again and he was happy-
His eyes darkened and he glared at AK
"I will never end this war."
He disappeared
