Hello everyone! I am alive!
Welcome to my third attempt at writing Maplestory fanfiction. To establish their personalities, as far as I've played, the instructors aren't given really given too much personality to work off of, so please bear with me and my (mis)interpretations. I haven't played Friendstory yet, so there will probably be some inconsistencies.
Also, Eckhart has golden eyes in the Friendstory trailer and it's my absolute favourite look for him, so therefore he has golden eyes and tan skin in all the sketches.
Enjoy!
On cold, clear nights when they went stargazing in Ereve, Mihile insisted they hold hands. As much as he'd hate to admit it, Eckhart liked holding Mihile's hand. The warrior's hand always fit into his comfortably, holding his hand loosely enough that he didn't feel trapped, but tightly enough that he didn't feel like he was slipping away.
They never said much. The stars from the floating island were especially beautiful, and they twinkled brightly against the dark sky.
Though they had been together for nearly two weeks now, neither had even mentioned the topic of holding hands whenever they liked to outside of the barracks in the bright of day. That meant a public show of affection, and there was no way to be sure as to how their fellow knights, Neinheart, or their beloved Empress would react.
The only time Eckhart remembers holding Mihile's hand publicly, if only for a moment, was the morning following Oz's birthday party.
Hawkeye had tripped over Mihile in his drunken stupor after the booze-filled birthday party, sending them both to the ground. Oz burst into laughter and leaned onto Irene for support, holding her stomach. Eckhart had reached out his hand to help him up, and the contact had lasted a moment too long than as if he was just helping him up. Not many had noticed the faint, shy smile Eckhart had flashed Mihile, and the one he in return. (Even if anyone did see, they were all too drunk or hung over to even consider it anything more than a friendly gesture)
But for the time being, Eckhart was perfectly content to stay in the ease the stars at night brought, and bask in the soft feeling in his chest with Mihile's hand securely around his own.