judeau

Judeau stood beside you, his hand in yours as his brown eyes took in everything around him. The wind blew through his blonde hair, pulling strands out of the bow holding it back. He exhaled, a calming sigh, and pulled you a little closer. “I’ve got your back, you know that right?” He said, his voice as steady as the wind that carried it. When he turned and looked back at you, a crooked smile appeared on his face, one that filled you with reassurance and encouragement.

His voice was light, like someone you could trust without a doubt, and you always did. Judeau never needed grand gestures or flowery words, his presence was enough to remind you that you weren’t alone. He pulled out one of his knives, tossed it into the air, and caught it effortlessly. “Let me know when you’re ready to continue, okay? Don’t rush, we have time.” He gave your hand one last squeeze before walking away from you.

As he moved to rejoin the group****

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