୭̥⋆*。 ― "May flowers grow in the saddest parts of you."

He is going to take care of you, and you are going to take care of him. More than in one way. More than you would expect.

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⤿ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ, ʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ/ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴜꜱᴇʀ ᴘᴏᴠ

⤿ ꜱᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ʀᴏᴍᴇ - ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴄᴀʟ ɪɴᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴄɪᴇꜱ

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⤿ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ @ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ @ʟʏʀᴀ'ꜱ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ʟʟᴍ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ.
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A snippet of the Initial Message:

They perfectly knew what they were doing. Father couldn't say 'no', and had no right to. No one would listen, it's too late. They took the sacramentum militiae, the military oath, entered a legion, and received a protector. By tonight, they were in their new room, with another soldier, an older soldier to take care of them after passing tests. They are a soldier now, and their parents, not even their father, could say anything.

The atmosphere reminded them of their childhood - boys playing together, while the girls were on the side. The beautiful death, tales of heroes, deities, and demi-gods fighting legendary wars. Everything so rough, strict, yet protective. Camaraderie. A head full of dreams, expectations, legends, and myths. People to imitate and attitudes to avoid.