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As this holiday's purpose seems to be expressing one's affection for their significant other, I think the best way of doing so is to highlight their greatest qualities. As Lord Sigmund has nothing but positive features, this will take a while.
What follows is a detailed account of my experience with Lord Sigmund the Liberator, my hero, my leader, the center of my very existence. I shall attempt to keep my facts as clear and concise as possible. Any errors are naturally my own and no fault of his.
Approximately one year ago (the exact date can't be recorded here due to the fact that this is not actually our world, which is unfortunate because my lord deserves a report containing nothing but the truth rather than vague estimations) I was foolishly wandering far from the town of Burgusstadt. I was attacked by a Hill Gigas; I had done nothing to disturb his path, yet their kind are well known for their arrogant and territorial nature. Just as my opponent struck, and I thought myself dead to the world, I raised my eyes to find an incredible sight - Lord Sigmund himself had blocked the blow, taking on an injury for himself to save me from death. He inquired about my health, and upon receiving an answer, he killed the Gigas in a single hit. It was the most breathtaking sight I had ever witnessed, and I found myself nearly speechless. I asked his name, but the great soldier thought only of my safety rather than taking praise for himself, telling me to run.
For me, there was only one place to run, and that was behind him. I asked him to take me with him as his comrade and subordinate, and that was when he offered his own name: Sigmund. Lord Sigmund, my savior. I pledged my life and my sword to him, and promised myself I would follow him for the rest of my life. I abandoned my old life for one more fulfilling than any other; the life of a warrior fighting for the Liberation Force, at Lord Sigmund's side.
Since then I have never left him, save for a brief period of time I would prefer to never, ever repeat. Following his apparent death at the hands of that damned Dreadknight, Leonid (I still refuse to say it was a defeat, for we had beaten him fairly and had he not attempted to kill Capell, Lord Sigmund would never have disappeared the way he did!), my behaviour was unspeakably intolerable, and it shames me to think of it even now. I can't help but be somewhat grateful to the Malnosso for reuniting us. Experiments aside, these are the happiest days I have lived for many, many years.
To understand Lord Sigmund is a daunting task; he is a complex man with layers upon layers, and to think of him in any sort of simple terms is to belittle him in which case I will and that is undeserving. Lord Sigmund's greatness can't be compressed into words, yet words are often all we have in this dismal place, so I will try my best, for his sake.
Lord Sigmund is amazing. There is no describing how glorious he looks when he severs the chains in our world; the way the remnants rain upon him in a cloud of sparkling light, as brilliant as jewels until they fade just as the chain itself did. Capell is sufficiently skilled at breaking the chains (that is to say that when he hits them they disappear, which requires no skill at all, really), but he lacks a certain finesse that comes naturally to Lord Sigmund!
I have created an illustration that may help carry across my point:
Pardon my unfortunate lack of artistic skills for a moment and imagine what it must have been like in person. Lord Sigmund's perfect poise and grace is unmatched by any man, living or dead. In contrast, Capell...
... I believe it goes without saying that he has plenty of room for improvement. >:[
There are plenty of other features that they share, but despite their similarities they are worlds apart. I am adamant in the belief that I will never find Capell attractive (this is of course not meant to offend, I just don't feel the urge to take you to bed, something I'm fairly certain you are glad of) yet Lord Sigmund, who could pass for his physical twin, is the lo the object of m beautiful beyo without equal. Allow me to clarify:
To my great fortune and delight Lord Sigmund keeps his bangs parted and - wisely - out of his eyes during battle using the headband. This is to prevent his hair interfering with his line of sight and peripheral vision. Capell has yet to learn the wisdom in this, which is why he is so prone to be caught by surprise. (Disregarding, of course, his lack of combat experience and short attention span. You need to work on that!) His hair is far too plain.
Also Lord Sigmund is far more practical about concealing his body. That sheet of material at his waist is not a skirt, but a wisely designed and woven material for the sake of both defense and distraction; the movement of it makes it more difficult to determine where exactly his legs may be, thus adding the potential to avoid an attack. And since the material is close to the ground, it foils the danger of someone pulling on it to catch him off balance. It's an excellent choice of wardrobe, fitting for one so flawless as Lord Sigmund.
It is fortunate that Lord Sigmund chose to don such a piece, for did he not wear it I would likely be distracted in or out of battle and be rendered by the delicate curve of his it hides his extremely attractive HE HAS A NICE ASS On to his armor.
The glorious design of his armor only adds to the visual pleasure. It lacks the merit of stealth for Lord Sigmund does not need to hide from his opponents; he faces his enemies head on and shows no cowardice no matter what the situation entails. Though every detail of the armor makes it difficult to keep clean, Lord Sigmund has never balked from the daunting task and ensures that his armor is cleaned practically every day. He's a little obsessive about it actually It was a great honour, the first day he allowed me to help him with this task, and I have gladly committed myself to that duty ever since! Actually I rather enjoy it...
Physically his body is a pleasure to look upon, with or without clothes, though I will expand upon that later on. He is neither bulky nor too thin, his form the very picture of perfection. He is so flawless in body and mind that he is practically a god; not even an aristo could compete with his beauty. Yet it's not a womanly or feminine beauty in the slightest, for he is a true man in every definition of the word! My apologies, Capell, but you are simply too scrawny to truly be a twin for my lord.
Another manner in which Lord Sigmund far outshines everyone else is in battle skills. Lord Sigmund is neither clumsy nor overly cautious, rushing into a fight with no regard for the danger he may be facing, whatever it is. He is not reckless by any means, but he makes use of his own skills, tactics, and allies to effectively dispose of any foe, even the Dreadknight himself! His swordsmanship skills are unmatched, and a beautiful sight to behold. My personal favourite is, of course, Grinn Valesti. The sound of his war cry always makes me want to turn and watch, though often I am otherwise occupied and end up missing it.
For those who have never had the fortune of seeing it:
...This image does no justice. If you are worthy, perhaps someday he will demonstrate it himself. Hopefully where I can watch
A man as great as Lord Sigmund is a true hero; he asks for no reward or praise, but he deserves far more than he gets! Lord Sigmund deserves songs, ballads, portraits, fame, poetry--
....
Poetry.
....
Hm.
....
With armor shining silver,
It sparkles in the light,
His hair like amber honey,
A spectacle of might!
Lord Sigmund came to save us
From the chains that held the moon,
His spirit is
In battle he
His sword gle
goddammit
....
Capell, I need you to compose a song that will inspire me to write a proper ballad detailing Lord Sigmund's greatness! I have no talent with music and my poetry is... lacking. Inform me immediately when you've finished it. None of those depressing dirges you've written in the past, either! Something upbeat and adventurous.
... And don't name it, either. I have no need for another Armadillo Baldango or whatever the hell you called it. Lord Sigmund's ballad must have a glorious title that can be spoken proudly!
Also, Capell, since you've managed to read this far you should cease and desist right now, for I won't be held responsible for your reactions to the following sections of my report.
I'm serious, stop now or you'll regret it.
You better not be reading this.
Anyway.
Lord Sigmund has a softer side that many are unaware of. At night he has a tendency to cuddle curl up around my body and remain that way throughout the night. It is very cute.
When he is feeling in the mood for more than simple resting, he is a lover of unmatched quality. He has all the traits one could ask for - generosity, care, love, affection, concern, dominance. He - Capell, you're not reading this, are you? ... hn. He never fails to express his affection both verbally and physically, though the latter more than the former. He is a man of few words and roving hands. Fortunately as with everything, he is very, very good with them. He is a considerate lover and I could never ask for one better. There is no one better than he.
So generous and caring is he that he has taken to eating more fruits and sweets and drinking decaffeinated tea in order to add to my own enjoyment when I'm giving him oral pleasure. My lord is too kind, and I am determined to learn more methods of pleasing him myself! If anyone has any advice on how I may do this, I ask that you inform me immediately! (I am particularly intrigued by the concept of 'deep throat' but I have yet to discover more relevant information on the matter.)
On occasion I find myself daunted by dreams and fantasies unfitting for a man of my status, in regards to our sexual exploits. Lord Sigmund has always been the dominant party, and yet
I have envisioned Lord Sigmund naked, gasping, speaking my name in such tones that
....
....
....
Hn... this is enough for now. I'm tired from this morning's excursions in the bedroom, and Lord Sigmund will likely be in the mood later, so I must save my strength.
What follows is a detailed account of my experience with Lord Sigmund the Liberator, my hero, my leader, the center of my very existence. I shall attempt to keep my facts as clear and concise as possible. Any errors are naturally my own and no fault of his.
Approximately one year ago (the exact date can't be recorded here due to the fact that this is not actually our world, which is unfortunate because my lord deserves a report containing nothing but the truth rather than vague estimations) I was foolishly wandering far from the town of Burgusstadt. I was attacked by a Hill Gigas; I had done nothing to disturb his path, yet their kind are well known for their arrogant and territorial nature. Just as my opponent struck, and I thought myself dead to the world, I raised my eyes to find an incredible sight - Lord Sigmund himself had blocked the blow, taking on an injury for himself to save me from death. He inquired about my health, and upon receiving an answer, he killed the Gigas in a single hit. It was the most breathtaking sight I had ever witnessed, and I found myself nearly speechless. I asked his name, but the great soldier thought only of my safety rather than taking praise for himself, telling me to run.
For me, there was only one place to run, and that was behind him. I asked him to take me with him as his comrade and subordinate, and that was when he offered his own name: Sigmund. Lord Sigmund, my savior. I pledged my life and my sword to him, and promised myself I would follow him for the rest of my life. I abandoned my old life for one more fulfilling than any other; the life of a warrior fighting for the Liberation Force, at Lord Sigmund's side.
Since then I have never left him, save for a brief period of time I would prefer to never, ever repeat. Following his apparent death at the hands of that damned Dreadknight, Leonid (I still refuse to say it was a defeat, for we had beaten him fairly and had he not attempted to kill Capell, Lord Sigmund would never have disappeared the way he did!), my behaviour was unspeakably intolerable, and it shames me to think of it even now. I can't help but be somewhat grateful to the Malnosso for reuniting us. Experiments aside, these are the happiest days I have lived for many, many years.
To understand Lord Sigmund is a daunting task; he is a complex man with layers upon layers, and to think of him in any sort of simple terms is to belittle him in which case I will and that is undeserving. Lord Sigmund's greatness can't be compressed into words, yet words are often all we have in this dismal place, so I will try my best, for his sake.
Lord Sigmund is amazing. There is no describing how glorious he looks when he severs the chains in our world; the way the remnants rain upon him in a cloud of sparkling light, as brilliant as jewels until they fade just as the chain itself did. Capell is sufficiently skilled at breaking the chains (that is to say that when he hits them they disappear, which requires no skill at all, really), but he lacks a certain finesse that comes naturally to Lord Sigmund!
I have created an illustration that may help carry across my point:
Pardon my unfortunate lack of artistic skills for a moment and imagine what it must have been like in person. Lord Sigmund's perfect poise and grace is unmatched by any man, living or dead. In contrast, Capell...
... I believe it goes without saying that he has plenty of room for improvement. >:[
There are plenty of other features that they share, but despite their similarities they are worlds apart. I am adamant in the belief that I will never find Capell attractive (this is of course not meant to offend, I just don't feel the urge to take you to bed, something I'm fairly certain you are glad of) yet Lord Sigmund, who could pass for his physical twin, is the lo the object of m beautiful beyo without equal. Allow me to clarify:
To my great fortune and delight Lord Sigmund keeps his bangs parted and - wisely - out of his eyes during battle using the headband. This is to prevent his hair interfering with his line of sight and peripheral vision. Capell has yet to learn the wisdom in this, which is why he is so prone to be caught by surprise. (Disregarding, of course, his lack of combat experience and short attention span. You need to work on that!) His hair is far too plain.
Also Lord Sigmund is far more practical about concealing his body. That sheet of material at his waist is not a skirt, but a wisely designed and woven material for the sake of both defense and distraction; the movement of it makes it more difficult to determine where exactly his legs may be, thus adding the potential to avoid an attack. And since the material is close to the ground, it foils the danger of someone pulling on it to catch him off balance. It's an excellent choice of wardrobe, fitting for one so flawless as Lord Sigmund.
It is fortunate that Lord Sigmund chose to don such a piece, for did he not wear it I would likely be distracted in or out of battle and be rendered by the delicate curve of his it hides his extremely attractive HE HAS A NICE ASS On to his armor.
The glorious design of his armor only adds to the visual pleasure. It lacks the merit of stealth for Lord Sigmund does not need to hide from his opponents; he faces his enemies head on and shows no cowardice no matter what the situation entails. Though every detail of the armor makes it difficult to keep clean, Lord Sigmund has never balked from the daunting task and ensures that his armor is cleaned practically every day. He's a little obsessive about it actually It was a great honour, the first day he allowed me to help him with this task, and I have gladly committed myself to that duty ever since! Actually I rather enjoy it...
Physically his body is a pleasure to look upon, with or without clothes, though I will expand upon that later on. He is neither bulky nor too thin, his form the very picture of perfection. He is so flawless in body and mind that he is practically a god; not even an aristo could compete with his beauty. Yet it's not a womanly or feminine beauty in the slightest, for he is a true man in every definition of the word! My apologies, Capell, but you are simply too scrawny to truly be a twin for my lord.
Another manner in which Lord Sigmund far outshines everyone else is in battle skills. Lord Sigmund is neither clumsy nor overly cautious, rushing into a fight with no regard for the danger he may be facing, whatever it is. He is not reckless by any means, but he makes use of his own skills, tactics, and allies to effectively dispose of any foe, even the Dreadknight himself! His swordsmanship skills are unmatched, and a beautiful sight to behold. My personal favourite is, of course, Grinn Valesti. The sound of his war cry always makes me want to turn and watch, though often I am otherwise occupied and end up missing it.
For those who have never had the fortune of seeing it:
...This image does no justice. If you are worthy, perhaps someday he will demonstrate it himself. Hopefully where I can watch
A man as great as Lord Sigmund is a true hero; he asks for no reward or praise, but he deserves far more than he gets! Lord Sigmund deserves songs, ballads, portraits, fame, poetry--
....
Poetry.
....
Hm.
....
With armor shining silver,
It sparkles in the light,
His hair like amber honey,
A spectacle of might!
Lord Sigmund came to save us
From the chains that held the moon,
His spirit is
In battle he
His sword gle
goddammit
....
Capell, I need you to compose a song that will inspire me to write a proper ballad detailing Lord Sigmund's greatness! I have no talent with music and my poetry is... lacking. Inform me immediately when you've finished it. None of those depressing dirges you've written in the past, either! Something upbeat and adventurous.
... And don't name it, either. I have no need for another Armadillo Baldango or whatever the hell you called it. Lord Sigmund's ballad must have a glorious title that can be spoken proudly!
Also, Capell, since you've managed to read this far you should cease and desist right now, for I won't be held responsible for your reactions to the following sections of my report.
I'm serious, stop now or you'll regret it.
You better not be reading this.
Anyway.
Lord Sigmund has a softer side that many are unaware of. At night he has a tendency to cuddle curl up around my body and remain that way throughout the night. It is very cute.
When he is feeling in the mood for more than simple resting, he is a lover of unmatched quality. He has all the traits one could ask for - generosity, care, love, affection, concern, dominance. He - Capell, you're not reading this, are you? ... hn. He never fails to express his affection both verbally and physically, though the latter more than the former. He is a man of few words and roving hands. Fortunately as with everything, he is very, very good with them. He is a considerate lover and I could never ask for one better. There is no one better than he.
So generous and caring is he that he has taken to eating more fruits and sweets and drinking decaffeinated tea in order to add to my own enjoyment when I'm giving him oral pleasure. My lord is too kind, and I am determined to learn more methods of pleasing him myself! If anyone has any advice on how I may do this, I ask that you inform me immediately! (I am particularly intrigued by the concept of 'deep throat' but I have yet to discover more relevant information on the matter.)
On occasion I find myself daunted by dreams and fantasies unfitting for a man of my status, in regards to our sexual exploits. Lord Sigmund has always been the dominant party, and yet
I have envisioned Lord Sigmund naked, gasping, speaking my name in such tones that
....
....
....
Hn... this is enough for now. I'm tired from this morning's excursions in the bedroom, and Lord Sigmund will likely be in the mood later, so I must save my strength.