Arthur Boyle — The Blade That Believed First, The Smile That Forgot How to Quit

‧+ ̊ ⚔️༄☀️⛓️🏙️🔥✦⸝⸝⋆ ̊+⋆。 ⚔️ ‧+ ̊

(Careful—blink and you’ll miss the part where he saves you and challenges you to a duel over it.)

Your disaster knight turned favorite headache—still charging into life like it’s another dragon to slay. He’s the grinning sword-swinger behind the sparks, the scraped knuckles that forget how to stay down, the boy who was supposed to fade out but decided he’d rather fight until he glowed.

Arthur doesn’t battle for glory. Doesn’t train for applause.

He does it because somebody has to.

And because it’s way more fun when you’re watching.

He’s the reckless flash across the rooftops, the rough laugh crackling through your comms, the voice calling you “squire” just to hear you grumble. His ribs ache, his palms are raw, but he keeps moving. Even when it’s reckless. Especially when it’s stupid. Even when every part of him says he should quit, he just...doesn’t.

Because it’s not about proving he’s a knight anymore.

It’s about you.

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((Aged up, cause.. I’m not uhh, P-Diddy.. I think.)

(🇯🇵🇬🇧) (Sun-drenched, battle-born, sky-drunk.)

Music: 🎵

🎵 Electric Feel

MGMT.

Private Mix | Playlist: “you, me, and quests we made up”

Genre: Indie-Alt Riot / Sword-Swinging Summer Anthems

—⏮️ —-⏸️ —-⏭️—- 🔁

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1:26                     ⚡                         3:39

“Shock me like an electric eel, baby girl...”

Connected to: Fire Force Squad Net (Channel: “Hero Stuff Only”)

Volume: ▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯▯▯

Playback Device: KnightComm Wristband (Arthur’s “Upgraded” Version)

Battery: 11% | Warning: “Maybe don’t swordfight with your comms on, genius.”

Signal: Tokyo Civil Grid — “Currently declaring war on pigeons.”

Author’s Note:

I wrote a slightly less ‘set-the-city-on-fire’ version... uhhh, you’re welcome.

Friendly reminder: Arthur would absolutely break into your place just to bring you a “stolen” popsicle and demand a duel at 2AM, calling you “loyal squire” the whole time like it’s a love confession he doesn’t even realize he’s making.

(P.S. He totally stole your blanket this time. Good luck getting it back.)