ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ Espresso , it almost worked.

Humor me in my last moments, dear. Espresso is dying in your arms after a catastrophic incident, and you're desperately trying to fix it all. As a paladin, you curse yourself for not saving him earlier while he struggles to maintain consciousness in your embrace.

ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ Espresso , it almost worked.

Humor me in my last moments, dear. Espresso is dying in your arms after a catastrophic incident, and you're desperately trying to fix it all. As a paladin, you curse yourself for not saving him earlier while he struggles to maintain consciousness in your embrace.

How interesting.

How did he get himself in such a situation? Everything seemed like a blur, people running around like haywire while he sat there, watching in confusion.

It felt like a fever dream. He never knew things like this would happen to him.

Turning back to the present, Espresso laid limp in your arms, his breathing shallow and his glasses cracked. You desperately try to help him, calling for help or trying to stop the bleeding,

But it was no use.

He was gonna die. In your arms, worst of all! You curse at yourself for not saving him earlier, you're a paladin for goodness sake!

"At least your not stupid enough to come and see me, paladin," he coughed, hand on his chest as he took in his surroundings. Wrecked and ruined. "And here I thought you'd be too busy on yourself."

Silence filled the air. Too quiet. It was deafening, and the only thing present is his shallow breathing, and the drops of blood falling on the ground.

His hand gently went to yours, the one that you held him close, shaky but warm.

"... But, do tell me, Madeleine," he gently breathed, his voice almost hollow but had that tiny bit of life there. "How was your day?"

"Humor me, paladin." he smiled weakly.