here when its hard

Artorias gave a few breathless chuckles when the giant paw of Sirius swiped over his nose and eyes, helping to clean the boy up. It was very clear what kind of a father the Warlord was: loving and caring, despite his scary demeanor and volatile temper. He felt better after his emotional purge, managing a weak smile up at his godfather with an appreciative look. He still wished he'd been able to hold himself together, but it would be a good cautionary sign for Seer to know exactly what kind of condition Resin was in if it was getting the usually austere Artorias to break down like this. "Thanks," he said, his voice sounding tired and gutted of all strength. He would heal over time, that was assured, but the healing could only begin once the clock ran out on Resin, and that was a thought he didn't want to bear. Knowing that his recovery was tethered to his mother's demise.

Another laugh came from Artorias when Sirius said he owed it to the boy for bleeding his insanity out. "Literally bleeding it out," he remarked between his laughs, bumping Sirius' shoulder with his own while he turned back towards the training dummies. Making some of the sand dummies sounded like a great idea, and would give him a chance to train with something better suited for his new sword. It would also be a good chance to talk to Sirius about what his mother had mentioned to him.

"Sure, let's do it!" said Artorias, already on his feet. "Ulric keeps the materials for the dummies out by the training grounds in a shed. We can grab some and head to the beach while the weather's still nice." He moved towards the door, pausing to glance at Sirius again. "Hey, Sirius, while we do this, can I talk to you about leader-y and alpha things?"


"Artorias" | Thoughts | "Corbin"