Total Eclipse Of My Sanity

I'm a Warrior, not a cowardly Knight

"I'm a princess that will save herself!"

The bright eyed woman declared boisterously, as the meek Scholar stood next to her, carrying the woman's much too heavy armor.
A hand ran up to scratch at the smooth texture of their skin, soft and supple, not yet unafraid to express or outwardly display their desire to be...

Someone else.

So they were content serving someone else.

"You most certainly are, dear friend."

They repeated, over and over, like a broken child's toy.

Dresses, bodices, flashy jewelry that displayed gemstones of all arrays
Makeup that covered the skin in ways that weren't akin to war paint or tattoos
These things did not suit the Scholar, but they did not yet know.
What they were.
Or who they were.

And yet as that same Scholar sat amongst boxes, ready to move unto a land where the self-proclaimed Knight would not be able to find her,
Months after cutting the knight off,

They paused.
And brushed a hand against the budding roughness that now patched itself along their jawline.

Sometimes they'd still sit and wonder if what they were doing was right

Some others would insist that the Scholar should forgive the knight

That they should allow the knight a second chance

But.. in many ways,
The Scholar had given the Knight many chances.
And it hurt more that now, now that the Scholar decided to let go
The self-proclaimed Knight only paid attention.

"You should remember forgiveness
I made mistakes
I was in a bad place!
You shouldn't just drop me, you should give me another chance."

Trailing their hand down, stubby fingers tangled themselves around the carved stone that laid atop their chest, gripping it so hard that it was sure to leave indents in their tanned skin.

'I don't have to remember forgiveness. I have been forgiving for years to others. It's time for me to be forgiving to myself for once, without thinking of you first and allowing myself to burn amongst the flames of your self induced destruction.'

Rising to their feet, the Warrior rolled their shoulders before dusting off the dirt that had settled on their jeans.

'I shouldn't have had to beg forgiveness from someone who refused to grant me my freedom, when they shouldn't have owned it to begin with. That is not a mistake I will make again.'