really i think one of my favorite character dynamics is “i don’t actually like you but we’ve been through so much together that i’d trust you with my life and know that we will always back each others calls. but i still wouldn’t trust you with my car keys.” like “we aren’t really friends but we’ve been thrust into an intense situation where you are the only other person i know so now we’re besties.” and “if it weren’t for our years of history i would have literally nothing to talk to you about at this work dinner.” Enemies to lovers has NOTHING on general disinterest to begrudging acknowledgment to discovering that this person is now an inextricable part of your life
your villain f/o loves you, don’t you even doubt it for a second, for the way you bring them light when they’re sinking into their darkest thoughts and they feel like drowning.
they can’t stop it, the intrusive thoughts at night, reminding them that they’re despicable and unlovable, and yet your touch is there, as a helping hand, bringing air back to their lungs, as a way to say “i’m here my love, you’re not alone…” cupping their cheek as they close their eyes kissing the palm of your hand. silently thanking you for trusting them, for being there, for seeing beauty where all the others saw horror and scars.
you don’t want to change them, you accept them and unapologetically love them with your entire being, and even sometimes, you join them in their madness.
your villain f/o loves you, they vowed to need no one but they need you, they despise everyone but adore you, they don’t want any type of attachment to a mortal life, yet they dream of the day they get to marry you.
you’re their everything, you keep them grounded, and vulnerable and they wouldn’t want it any other way, their life wouldn’t be the same without you.
your villain f/o loves you and dear, don’t you even doubt it for a second, for you would see them burn the entire world to ashes if someone dared to touch a hair of yours.
The world needs more wounded butch knights, grimly shouldering duty, wandering from lonely town to lonely town in the name of a saint no-one remembers, drinking in the darkest corners of a tavern, fighting with a shield in one hand and wielding a broken sword they cannot bear to replace in the other. The world has broken them upon it but still they keep going, accompanied only by their nameless horse, their impossible burden, the memory of the soft touch of the queen they love in a way that no knight should feel for their liege.
