Disclaimer: I do not own Ragnarok
This is just a short story/poem-ish kind of thing that's popped into my head. The idea hit me kinda hard, so I couldn't help but write this story. I ended up almost giving up on it, and then returning to finish it up. It's in a format I'm sure everyone's seen before, and I learned about in creative writing, so I decided to try it out. Tell me what you think.
Best Friends
Isabelle and Rianne are best friends, and they've always wondered why.
Isabelle, is a crusader, a warrior of the church.
Rianne is a knight, a warrior for the king.
When Isabelle sits, it's all dignity and strength, none of that ladylike nonsense.
When Rianne sits, it's in a relaxed, slightly flirtatious position.
When Isabelle fights, each move is careful and calculated, and her face is set in an emotionless, hard mask.
When Rianne fights, it's all fury and strength, never mind strategy. It's never been important to her anyways.
When Isabelle is flustered (Usually because of Rianne) her face turns a deep shade of red.
When Rianne is flustered, her cheeks grow a slight pink and she gives off a high pitched (And annoying!) laugh.
When she is angry, Isabelle is silent, and no one can tell (but Rianne of course)
When Rianne is angry, everyone can tell
Come Christmas, Isabelle is unusually happy, because she can spend time with her mother and younger sister.
Rianne doesn't have any family to celebrate with, but she's unconditionally happy anyways, because she can spend it with Isabelle.
They are both very, very different.
But maybe, just maybe…….maybe that's why they make such great friends.
End
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