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{{ Hello ! I am by no means new to the community, but I just recently remade my blog after taking a brief break, so if you could give this post a LIKE or REBLOG if you’re interested in interacting with a multi-muse Fire Emblem blog currently featuring characters from Fates, Awakening, Echoes, Radiant Dawn, and Binding Blade, so that I can check out your blog, I would be grateful! Thank you so much, and I hope you have a wonderful day! }}

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{{ Hello ! I am by no means new to the community, but I just recently remade my blog after taking a brief break, so if you could give this post a LIKE or REBLOG if you’re interested in interacting with a multi-muse Fire Emblem blog currently featuring characters from Fates, Awakening, Echoes, Radiant Dawn, and Binding Blade, so that I can check out your blog, I would be grateful! Thank you so much, and I hope you have a wonderful day! }}

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{{ Hello ! I am by no means new to the community, but I just recently remade my blog after taking a brief break, so if you could give this post a LIKE or REBLOG if you’re interested in interacting with a multi-muse Fire Emblem blog currently featuring characters from Fates, Awakening, Echoes, Radiant Dawn, and Binding Blade, so that I can check out your blog, I would be grateful! Thank you so much, and I hope you have a wonderful day! }}

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{{ Hello ! I am by no means new to the community, but I just recently remade my blog after taking a brief break, so if you could give this post a LIKE or REBLOG if you’re interested in interacting with a multi-muse Fire Emblem blog currently featuring characters from Fates, Awakening, Echoes, Radiant Dawn, and Binding Blade, so that I can check out your blog, I would be grateful! Thank you so much, and I hope you have a wonderful day! }}

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{ All right, so I’m little bit early (as I said I’d return around the new year), but I most likely won’t have the blog open until after the holiday (but we’ll see), but I ended up deciding to remake this blog (kind of, mostly)! I’m starting to have a preference for multi-muse blogs, and I feel as if I have learned how to better organize them after managing others, and I’d like to have that clean slate as this blog was got so cluttered I lost motivation and I had lot of characters come and go, plus a few who I feel I’ve had the chance to write everything I wanted to with them. So, I think the new blog will help with my motivation and ability to come up with new ideas! That being said, I’m not moving/keeping all of the muses on here. For the sake of my sanity, I’m only allowing myself one muse per game and starting with a smaller roster. The only muses I’ll be bringing over from here are Kamui, Ira, and Faye (with Robin (not the one I have on here boy is that confusing I need less dragon sons haha) and Elphin finishing the blog off). If you wish to continue any active threads over there, please let me know (I would love to continue them), and if you wish for our muses relationship/s to remain the same, also let me know! The url (@vantagx) is the same as this one (and some of you have already it found it shifty eyes at Livi). Again, I most likely won’t be active until after the holiday, but I just thought I’d post this here to get things sorted out with those who have threads/interactions/relationships with the muses I’m keeping! } 

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{ All right, so I’m little bit early (as I said I’d return around the new year), but I most likely won’t have the blog open until after the holiday (but we’ll see), but I ended up deciding to remake this blog (kind of, mostly)! I’m starting to have a preference for multi-muse blogs, and I feel as if I have learned how to better organize them after managing others, and I’d like to have that clean slate as this blog was got so cluttered I lost motivation and I had lot of characters come and go, plus a few who I feel I’ve had the chance to write everything I wanted to with them. So, I think the new blog will help with my motivation and ability to come up with new ideas! That being said, I’m not moving/keeping all of the muses on here. For the sake of my sanity, I’m only allowing myself one muse per game and starting with a smaller roster. The only muses I’ll be bringing over from here are Kamui, Ira, and Faye (with Robin (not the one I have on here boy is that confusing I need less dragon sons haha) and Elphin finishing the blog off). If you wish to continue any active threads over there, please let me know (I would love to continue them), and if you wish for our muses relationship/s to remain the same, also let me know! The url (@vantagx) is the same as this one (and some of you have already it found it shifty eyes at Livi). Again, I most likely won’t be active until after the holiday, but I just thought I’d post this here to get things sorted out with those who have threads/interactions/relationships with the muses I’m keeping! } 

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{ All right, so I’m little bit early (as I said I’d return around the new year), but I most likely won’t have the blog open until after the holiday (but we’ll see), but I ended up deciding to remake this blog (kind of, mostly)! I’m starting to have a preference for multi-muse blogs, and I feel as if I have learned how to better organize them after managing others, and I’d like to have that clean slate as this blog was got so cluttered I lost motivation and I had lot of characters come and go, plus a few who I feel I’ve had the chance to write everything I wanted to with them. So, I think the new blog will help with my motivation and ability to come up with new ideas! That being said, I’m not moving/keeping all of the muses on here. For the sake of my sanity, I’m only allowing myself one muse per game and starting with a smaller roster. The only muses I’ll be bringing over from here are Kamui, Ira, and Faye (with Robin (not the one I have on here boy is that confusing I need less dragon sons haha) and Elphin finishing the blog off). If you wish to continue any active threads over there, please let me know (I would love to continue them), and if you wish for our muses relationship/s to remain the same, also let me know! The url (@vantagx) is the same as this one (and some of you have already it found it shifty eyes at Livi). Again, I most likely won’t be active until after the holiday, but I just thought I’d post this here to get things sorted out with those who have threads/interactions/relationships with the muses I’m keeping! } 

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{ I figured I would drop this here (and I’ll probably reblog it on my other blogs eventually), but if you didn’t see my last OOC post on here, I am pretty much no longer active on this blog and no longer accept new threads here. I will NOT be following any new blogs that follow me here, I’m very grateful, but I also don’t want to confuse anyone into thinking I’m going to start new threads on here or anything (so it is 100% not personal if I do not follow you on here, I just don’t see the point as I’m no longer interacting with anyone new on this blog, it would just feel like I’m promising someone an interaction that I’m not offering, you feel). If you see me post replies (which are really slow, and I’m on a hiatus for pretty much all of November), it’s only me trying to finish up the last few threads I have on here. I’ll be re-joining the FE fandom sometime after Three Houses comes out, and I’ll promo whatever blog I decide to make back here when that happens in case any of you are still active! 

These are my active blogs (again, I’m on a semi-hiatus through November so I’m not fast on them either haha): 

@moon–wake (canon multi-muse)

@asteriiism (OC multi-muse)

@kogxrashi (Souji Okita - Peacemaker)

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{ I figured I would drop this here (and I’ll probably reblog it on my other blogs eventually), but if you didn’t see my last OOC post on here, I am pretty much no longer active on this blog and no longer accept new threads here. I will NOT be following any new blogs that follow me here, I’m very grateful, but I also don’t want to confuse anyone into thinking I’m going to start new threads on here or anything (so it is 100% not personal if I do not follow you on here, I just don’t see the point as I’m no longer interacting with anyone new on this blog, it would just feel like I’m promising someone an interaction that I’m not offering, you feel). If you see me post replies (which are really slow, and I’m on a hiatus for pretty much all of November), it’s only me trying to finish up the last few threads I have on here. I’ll be re-joining the FE fandom sometime after Three Houses comes out, and I’ll promo whatever blog I decide to make back here when that happens in case any of you are still active! 

These are my active blogs (again, I’m on a semi-hiatus through November so I’m not fast on them either haha): 

@moon--wake (canon multi-muse)

@asteriiism (OC multi-muse)

@kogxrashi (Souji Okita - Peacemaker)

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cirocchio‌: 

“–I… eh.” Her hands pause for a moment ( she’d noticed his flinching, too, wonders if she’d hurt him ). “We don’t, really talk. It, uh, was a bit a-awkward… I left.” Like he did, she supposes.

“…I like that name.” She doesn’t say it out of polite conversation-making: genuinely likes its sound, it reminds her of lotus and lavender flowers, and rain; sometimes she wishes her own was something a little more special, feminine, sometimes she wonders if a different name would’ve made her a different person, too. ‘Ciri’ doesn’t convey images of elegance, the whiff of perfume or the pleasant soft chiming of bells; – perhaps dried hay and dirt-stained hands, or patched up clothes and splintering wood. Well, then again, she doesn’t particularly dislike anything about herself; is just all too aware of how simple she is. Unlike him. If Ira is a polished, richly decorated piece of wood ( the hilt of a sword ), then she is a functional, plain, freshly cut block ( something like a simple chair or the likes, easily ignored ). Even maimed, one can tell the difference between the two.

It’s difficult to say whether this topic makes him comfortable or no – but he’d responded, so he must not have any qualms; assumed he’d have said nothing or flat out told her so otherwise. Once finished with the cleaning, she starts applying a soothing balm, fingers dipping softly on his flesh.

“…I– think I understand why you think that’s necessary.” She’ll say no more of it. Her opinion is of no consequence, and it’s none of her business otherwise. But, thinking of his perspective, it seems logical. As the ally of a former tyrant, any association with him would endanger them… he acts aloof and cold, but there are glimpses of kindness in his actions. She smiles – and his question catches her off guard. Writing – oh, she hasn’t tried it for a few weeks, months now, and feels rather guilty being reminded of her neglect.

 “Oh. I, eh, yes. I, did. At first, he, w-w-wrote back. But, then he – stopped. So.” A pause; she bites her lip in hesitation, but then assuredly follows ( ensuring herself that a lack of news is good news ): “–He, is p-probably, some place else.” Yes, surely. Once the balm is applied, a new bandage is used to cover him.

Her tone grows more practical then, thoughts turning to their plans.

“I will ask the healer-lady to come by to-morrow. I won’t, tell her, we, p-plan to leave.” The woman is easily worried. It’ll be best not to inform her of their plan to leave soon; she’d suggest much longer. Ciri is growing restless, too, being used to moving from place to place. Perhaps Ira is the same, for different reasons. She’ll suggest they sneak away without a fuss, without an announcement – he seems to kind to prefer this; leaving like a thief in the night. It’s not her preferred way of doing things, but, it is a little exciting – and the most practical, considering how concerned both the healer and their host is. Finished with her work, the fresh linen is tightly pinned and tied, and she settles down in front of him once more;

“So–…How, eh, are you feeling?” She asks – referring to his injuries, as well as his thoughts on their plans, and his emotional state ( he doesn’t complain or appear troubled; that doesn’t mean he’s doing well ). There’s very little she knows about him, and he only tells when asked; Ciri can only assume that if she inquires often enough and pays attention, she’ll gather snippets of information that she can piece together.

    There’s little he can say on the matter - he’s always been something akin to an outsider within his family; he belonged far more to his country and king than he ever had his own family. Awkward wasn’t the right word to describe his own home life, as short and fleeting as it had been (as a child he had known no home other than the filthy streets of the slums and the courtyard of the castle). Strained would have suited it better, as if they had allowed, for a brief time, a wild animal to reside within their comfortable walls. Leaving is easy - solitude is known and familiar and comfortable to a feral dog who had lost his master and pack; he could, at least, understand that much.

    He can’t nod in agreement at her statement without hindering her, so,  instead he offered a soft grunt. Layla, he thought, was a name that shouldn’t have belonged to someone of her social status - perhaps her own mother had once held dreams of grander for her, but it suited her regardless. His own name sounded foreign in his head; he heard it so rarely, and thought nothing of it. He had lost more than his liege when the mad king had passed - he had lost his purpose for existing, and his own identity. And he had no desire to rebuild himself from the shambles of a knight and whatever else just barely remained.

    Her willingness to agree with his decision comes somewhat as a surprise given her continued involvement with his life, and how she values her own family. Though he hardly needed her to justify his actions, it appeased the tiny shred of guilt he felt. He remains still as he begins to feel her shift about and the change in the way her fingers tend to the wound; he can begin to guess at the process now, but it hardly matters. And it doesn’t startle him to find out her uncle stopped writing at some point, though he had a strong feeling as to the man’s fate, he didn’t give voice to his less than reassuring thoughts on the matter.

    “The war has displaced many families, perhaps he was forced to relocate.” It was hollow reassurance, but his voice is always level and without his eyes, it’s impossible to tell. While what he says is the truth, the amount of families the war had torn about was far greater - as was its civilian causality count, but he makes no note of it. Her belief that her uncle is still alive, and the faith she harbors in him is something he’s unwilling to shatter without proper proof. He will aid her in her search, even if he believes their mission to be an impossible one.

    The fewer people involved, the better, he believes. If the farmer and his wife were to learn of his desire to leave, they would most certainly protest or insist he remain. And though he knows his wounds will take an impossibly long time to fully heal, he can’t afford to idle here much longer. There’s little reason to endanger more people than he already had. Once he leaves, the farmer, his wife, and the healer will be free to continue to live their lives without having to worry for their safety for harboring a criminal. As for Ciri, well, he is still a knight - both in mind and body, he may have lost his sight, but he still knows the feel of his blade and the rush of wind against his skin; trusts that Suntaria will be capable of coping for the time being until he adjusts, if he is given the chance to do so.

    He can feel the familiar heat of the bandages as she finishes wrapping them, though he dislikes it - it makes the wound swelter and burn all over again, he doesn’t complain. “I’m fine,” he replies promptly. He offers nothing more; there’s no reason to. “Are you all right with leaving like this?” He asks in return. After all he’s told her, she must be aware that leaving with him might not be peaceful.

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@vantagx // continued from x

     There wasn’t one morning when he woke, and the sun shone brighter, nor did any storm roll through to sweep away his grief. Now and then a day would be better than the others and slowly, those better days came more frequently than the bad. He might find himself painting again after so long, or singing a tune in lighter air and forget his sadness, just for a spell. Though it always came rolling back as sure as the rising of the tides, those moments were far more than he had ever hoped.

     It’s early in his morning walk when he spots the soft blue bloom still dotted with dew. The color is a perfect match for Li’s eyes, he thinks. The thought of slipping the flower behind pink locks pulls a rare smile to the corners of his lips as he plucks it from the earth. It’s perfect.

     So his path shifts and he heads in the direction of Li’s garden. Though he hasn’t come this way in a while, he still knows every step. Li’s form appears just as he expects; a bright pink spot brilliant among the deep, lush green. His heart skips a beat as their eyes catch in that moment before Li turns away, though Shigure doesn’t hesitate as he kneels. His fingers make quick work of planting the flower behind Li’s ear before he can protest. “I couldn’t help but think of how it matches your eyes.”

     A soft pink dusts the tips of his cheeks at his forwardness, and he turns to look at Li’s work as if a simple shift could hide his face. “I thought we agreed that I would help you with the garden?” Shigure’s voice is quieter now, shyer. He knows he’s been hard to find as of late. “Would you still let me?”

     His fingers linger gingerly upon the flower for a long moment; messy braid leaning haphazardly over his shoulder as he stared at the collection of seeds and soil laid out before him rather than daring to lift his gaze to look up at Shigure. But he can feel heat begin to color his cheeks and ears as the comment slips from the other’s lips, regardless. Shigure’s presence is more of a rarity now, though Li hardly blames him for his frequent absence, it does make his voice strained and hesitant, and drastically decreases his former willingness to get into a disagreement with him (And Shigure’s forwardness catches him off guard this time). His earlier confession is still tucked away in the back of his mind; constantly creeping up to the forefront every scarce moment he has with the other, but he keeps those thoughts to himself - he’s already said everything that he possibly could have.

      “Hmm, I think it’s closer to the color of your hair than my eyes,” he hums, lifting his head and trying, but failing, to will away the faint blush still clinging to his features as he hesitantly reached out to pluck one of the petals from the flower and sticks it into Shigure’s hair. “Good luck finding it now,” he teased, a smile, though somewhat forced, climbing onto his face while he  shifted from his grass and dirt-stained knees onto his leg;  ignoring how bad of a choice wearing white pants while working on a garden had been.  

     The change of topic is somewhat expected, but he’s still surprised that Shigure even remembers that agreement. And though Li wanted to jump at the chance to spend time with him and hold him to that promise, it also felt a bit awkward asking Shigure to help him plant a garden he was specifically working on for him (how obvious had he made it; would the flowers he had picked out give him away). Then again, he supposed if actually planting the flowers could cheer Shigure up a bit that the flowers would still be serving their intended purpose.

     “We did,” he exhaled. “Well, I have to hold you to our promise then, don’t I?” He rolled back onto his knees - he hadn’t gotten to the flowers that had already bloomed; he hadn’t even finished replanting all of the seeds that had gotten kicked up by the storm. He almost felt bed for Shigure now.

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Hello, hello!! Light here with an independent Wei Wuxian RP blog from MDZS. He’s a hyperactive, righteous and selfless young man who doesn’t hesitate to stand out and help anyone as long as no one is holding him back. If you insult people he is overprotective of, he wouldn’t hesitate to punch you in the face. He also plays the flute—basically the Chinese Pied Piper— except he commands corpses instead of rats! 

    I also have another Jin Guangyao RP blog over at my sideblog @jinguanngyao which I will use upon request!

     I’m looking for more blogs to interact with so I’d be grateful if you can LIKE/REBLOG if you’d like to interact with me! I might be a little selective due to MDZS’s inflexible nature but I won’t be too selective! Current established verses are Fate and Fire Emblem Heroes but will add more in the future!

     P.s: non-rp blogs and personals please don’t reblog this post.

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{{ Hello ! This is a brand new multi-muse (mainly fandomless) OC role-play blog (currently featuring an over-sized pupper, a very grumpy, over-worked demon, and a walking cat-loving disaster) ! I am selective and private, but I welcome cross-overs, AUs, and other OCs! If you would be willing to interact, I would be grateful if you could give this post a LIKE or REBLOG so that I can check out your blog! Thank you so much, and I hope you have a wonderful day !  }}

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{ This is long overdue, but I’ve been debating about it for a while. I am only going to be on this blog every so often to reply to existing threads/plots/relationships, and will no longer be starting new threads on here! I don’t have a lot of motivation for this blog, save for a few threads here and there (and I feel as if a lot of the relationships I’ve established on this blog have reached a point where they’re completed, if that makes any sense). I’ve written nearly everything I wanted to when I made this blog over a year ago (thank you guys so much you’re amazing), and I find it difficult to maintain my motivation/have variety in my threads. That being said, I do want to finish the threads I have at the moment and I’m hardly leaving the fandom. 

Once things wrap up a bit more, I may consider making this a side-blog to another fe-related blog (I will inevitably make a blog for someone from the new game once it releases because we all know I’m trash, and if that doesn’t happen, I’ll probably go back to male!Robin again, whichever happens first, regardless of if I make this a side-blog or not, I will still have some sort of blog tied to this fandom in one of the two ways mentioned above). I will, at the very least, be moving Ira over to my multi OC blog, and I plan to move/add one canon muse to my multi-fandom blog. So, I’m most certainly not leaving the fandom or anything! Nor am I archiving this blog because I don’t enjoy the series or fandom or anything negative! I’ve had such a fantastic time with this blog, and will still very much be a part of the community in some way, shape, or form! I’m just ready to move onto something new!  

I adore it and everyone who has written with me, I just don’t have motivation for this blog because I’ve gotten so much out of it and I feel like a lot of my more recent interactions lack the same excitement I had for interactions in the past, and thus I feel my most recent writing has been bland, simply because I’ve had the chance to explore so much here. Again, I plan to keep replying to threads here until they’re finished (unless my partners wish to drop anything), I just won’t be doing anything new here and will slowly be phasing this blog into an archive! 

@moon--wake is pretty much my main blog at the moment and I’m (gasps) fairly consistent there with replies. @kogxrashi is my Souji blog, but I pretty much only pop on there when I owe replies so I can go a while without posting anything there (it’s just a super casual blog on my part). I have FE verses for Souji, as well as for Yasusada on my multi. And @asteriiism is my oc multi I’m remaking and should be releasing this weekend. And if you solely want FE on your dash, as I mentioned above, I’ll either be jumping back in once the new game releases with whatever character I decide on or I’ll go back to writing male!Robin at some point). 

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@vantagx || Leon & Soleil || X

“Dearest Uncle Leon! It’s great to see you again!”

Soleil bound up to the throne. Despite her parents trying to stop her. Despite the looks from the nobles of the court. None of them she cared not for. The young woman was OVERJOYED to finally be back at the castle. To finally see her kingly uncle. It had been so long since they’d visited after all. The court be damned if they dared to scoff at Soleil greeting her family!

“Your favorite niece has returned! To see both you and the many beautiful faces that align your castle!”

     He, of course, can’t hear the girl when she enters the room, but he can feel the vibrations that course through the floor beneath his armored boots as she bounds up to the throne. Crimson irises lift slightly from the document he had been reviewing to the disgruntled and wrinkled faces of the nobles gathered about before shifting over to the energetic figure coming to greet him without even the slightest hint of hesitation slowing her pace. He cares little; however, for the opinions of nobles, nor did they hold the power stop him regardless of the decisions he chose to make (he was not so easily influenced by wealth and power, after all).

      His gaze shifts to her lips as her mouth begins to move. Beautiful was hardly a term he would have used to describe the stuffy faces currently gawking at the girl, but he supposed she could do what she pleased short of causing him too much grief, though such a thing was rare. “Good morning Soleil,” he offers, standing up to make his way down towards her before inclining his head towards the court for a moment, “We’ll continue this another time, I’m taking my leave now.” There was no room for them to argue - he wasn’t as just and merciful as his brother would have been in his position; it made his words absolute. Orders rather than suggests. “Come.” He turns his attention back to the girl, using her as an excuse to prolong the issue the court desired to bring up.   

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     Not worrying? Her lips purse as if in disapproval. Truth be told, that was a bit easier said than done, for it had always been a central part of her persona to become so effortlessly concerned. Of course, this naturally coincided with her serious nature, which was why she had such  LOW  tolerance for silliness in general. Perhaps Ira found it redundant, but at the same time, Say’ri doubts she could have stopped caring about him, even if he had told her to. Bad habits were hard to kill, after all; besides, she never once gave up on Yen’fay, even upon being relentlessly turned away by him. Then again, she supposes a part of it was due to her stubbornness and the fact she still loved him dearly, despite the strange circumstances entangling their fateful encounters. Either way, Say’ri wasn’t the type to leave Ira be, especially since he played such a pivotal role in rescuing her. Like it or not, she will always involve herself regarding his personal affairs.

     “ Nay, I doubt I can cease altogether. I care for you, sir Ira, hence why I shan’t be well at ease until I ensure you are mentally and physically in good health, ” Say’ri states upfront, accompanied by a single shake of her head. At this point, with how it’s proven she worries way too much for her own good, he wouldn’t have been wrong to consider her a bothersome nag. When it came down to it, Say’ri just couldn’t help the extent in which her compassion entailed. Regardless, the moment she registered his next words, a frown plummets  ALONG  the corners of her lips. Granted, she couldn’t sense arrogance lacing his tone, but the faint sorrow emanating from each syllable was enough to haunt her conscience. “ ‘Tis admirable for one to harbor unparalleled loyalty towards their homeland, yet… do you not believe you have a higher purpose than your knighthood? Surely, there is still much to live for beyond it’s protection, ” Say’ri points out.

     Though she wasn’t as naive as to believe that every life is precious, Ira’s resolute remark wasn’t made any less disheartening by how he seemed so adamant that he will one day die an honorable death. Of course, she could somehow relate, since Chon’sin happened to be so dear to her heart, she wouldn’t hesitate defending it to her very last breath… still, she wasn’t pessimistic enough to arrive at the conclusion she would die.

     Little by little, her gaze swerves back towards Suntaria, before allowing it to soften. If nothing else, Say’ri supposes she was thankful Ira at least had a companion that made him feel  LESS  isolated. Why, she even dare claims they deserved each other. As mount and rider, their bond appeared to be considerably strong. “ Ah, a lovely name, ” Say’ri admits at long last while remaining motionless by the stall. Under normal circumstances, she would have reached out to stroke the noble creature’s mane, but for now, she didn’t necessarily have permission, so she restrains herself. “ Indeed, lady Suntaria looks most content in your presence, ” Say’ri soon observes.

     Her stubborn reply doesn’t come as a surprise to him; he knew little about her outside of what he had learned on the battlefield, but he had the sinking suspicion she wasn’t one to readily roll over. Though her concern is hardly a hinderance to him, he could rather she directed it elsewhere – it was wasted upon someone such as himself. But he’ll not argue with her further. If she wishes to waste her compassion on him, he’ll simply have to accept it for the time being. He rarely entered battle in Askr, he doubted her worry would last long as the summoner only asked for his aid when they had no other choice. And he was grateful to them for the that – he’d been involved in more than his fair share of wars and, though he had little desire to retire, he was becoming rather jaded and he lacked passion for the battles waging here (he had always been a dog of the mad king, and, despite the fact that he had sworn himself to the Queen that had taken his place, his loyalty still belonged to a dead man).

     “Very well, do what you will.” His voice lacks the frustration that might have been expected. In fact, it’s largely devoid of feeling to begin with. At times he was too much of a knight; a scarcely human demon that roamed about tirelessly to protect a country that had rejected him time and time again. Being here made him restless; made him wonder what was becoming of the only home he had ever known with so many being pulled away from it and shoved into yet another war. Did the nation still stand, and who was still guarding it in their leave? He suppose mulling over such things now wasn’t terribly productive, but the thoughts still buzzed around in his head regardless (the sooner this war ended the better).

    “My loyalty is not so admirable as you believe,” comes his sharp reply as he runs his fingers down Suntaria’s neck. His devotion is something more akin to an ugly scar or old wound – unwavering and vie. He’s well aware of the fact that Lord Ashnard’s actions were both cruel and extreme, yet he had mourned for him when he had been murdered; still held resentment in his heart for the boy who had every right to take his lord’s life, and still carried on – glad in armor that belonged to a dead army and loyal to a madman buried some six feet under, if they had even given him that right. No, his loyalty was an ugly, unholy thing, and he would surely find himself in the depths of Hell when he was finally released from this Godsforsaken life. “My lord died years ago, I am nothing more than a cur without a master. My life hasn’t held value in years. My death will come as a blessing.”

      His fingers come to a halt for a moment at her remark. He’d forgotten, for the most color, what she looked like. He could feel the scars that marred her muscular frame when he ran his fingers along her fur, and knew her armor resembled his; knew her coat was black simply because Lord Ashnard had favored black mounts and he had remembered noting that the day she had been gifted to him. Perhaps she was content now, he would never know. He had asked so much of her and, yet, she had never once complained. “Yes, I suppose it is. My Lord named her many years ago.” Truth be told, Suntaria was hardly young. She had served him through numerous wars and countless battles, and been with him since he had been a teenager. She had been young then, but eventually she would have to retire if she would allow such a thing. Perhaps he’ll follow her then, but he doubts he’ll live to see that day.    

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She was tired. He was tired. Both was evident by the direction their conversation was going in. They were taking nothing more than pot shots at each other. Hoping that one of them would falter and let their walls break down. But that wasn’t going to happen. Leo knew he was stubborn - though he wouldn’t admit to the fact. And Gods knew that the archer before him was no different. They BOTH planned to hold their ground. They both wished to drill their view points into each others heads.

And though the prince wished to see where the woman was coming from - he could not. Some of her points were spot on. He admired that she wished to protect her friends. Admired the fact she wished to grow stronger. But at what cost? He had to keep asking himself that as the two went back and forth. The prince soon having to rub at his eyes as a means to do away with the growing exhaustion. Letting out a sigh as he let the other’s words sit with him for a moment. Allowing an awkward silence to grow between them.

He knew he was unlikable. Her words didn’t sting at the level she thought they would. His own kingdom DESPISED him over nothing more than rumors that THEY had created. Leo had long since grown used to being hated. Unwanted. The archer’s statement meant so little to him. If anything, it just yet again proved that they were taking low blows at one another. Digging their heels into the ground as a means to FORCE the other to give up.

“Have you died here? Have you fallen in battle? Have they had to bring you back to life through the magic they wield here?”

Finally, he allowed his hands to fall from his face. He forced away the pent up frustration and irritation. Tried to make himself look sincere. Because in the end he WAS just trying to help. Though he knew he had a lousy way of showing it. He was always one to criticize rather than offer a form of sympathy that was laced with advice.

“They’ve had to bring me back. TWICE. It is not enjoyable. It feels as if you are being torn from your body and then thrown right back into it from twenty miles up. And no matter how strong you claim to be, no matter how much you train, no matter how much you grow. Coming back to life isn’t something you just walk off.”

He’d gone through it. He’d seen others experience it too. It was…traumatizing. To say the least. Gods forbid he wished to minimize the risk of others being put through it too. Gods forbid he wished to be a CAPABLE young woman become like a shell of her former self after experiencing death one too many times.

“You want to call me a coward? Fine. You want to tell me I need to train more? I HAVE. And still I cannot be out on the battlefield to protect my own friends and family because I run the high risk of dying for a THIRD time due to how my magic is effected here.”

Leo had to bite the inside of his cheek. Force himself not to raise his voice. it wasn’t the archer’s fault. He knew it wasn’t.

“You can grow here. You have that capability. And for that, I commend you. In no way am I taking out some form of frustration upon you. I’m not that petty. I just rather not have yet ANOTHER capable and kindhearted hero have her growth stunted by experiencing death numerous times.”

       She was aware of the words that tumbled out of her mouth; of what she was trying to accomplish by digging her filthy boots into the ground and clutching the hem of her tattered dress as she barked petty insults and assumptions at him. But it didn’t matter anymore – all of the low blows and pointless nitpicks were just her exhaustion running away with her tongue just so she could say ‘I didn’t give up’ when push came to shove and they finally ceased their stubborn argument. She was far more prideful than she let on; far more passionate and unyielding than one would imagine when they first bumped into the typically meek archer. But she knew, if nothing else, that she wouldn’t be the ‘the simple farm girl who got her wits handed to her by some gaudy prince’.

      It was a petty, selfish reason for her to keep taking shot at him just to see which one would stick, but at this point it felt like she was fighting for more than just her inane pride. Her friends would have held their ground; would have held their heads high and proclaimed their beliefs without flinching. She wasn’t that strong yet, but she could at least defend her ideals until her last through gritted teeth and timid tumbles. And, maybe, really she was just trying to prove her own worth to herself and not to him.

     She blinked back the blurry fog of sleep as it threatened to creep in on her, and swallowed the yawn that tried to follow. Her tongue felt dry and her throat barren, but, even so, she didn’t want to give up. But the awkward silence he had allowed to build up between them was long and dreadful. It made her fingers stiff and sore and her eyelids heavy. She; however, wasn’t naïve enough to believe he would simply walk away now after all that had been said and done.

      And she’s right, he doesn’t. But the words that follow aren’t what she expects and she pursues her lips hesitantly as they roll off of his tongue. Whatever petty insult she had been saving up until this point slid back down into the pit of her stomach as she mulled over his words. She hadn’t seen much of battle since she had arrived here; it was a sore spot for her. Once again having to watch her friends march of to war without her help, believing her too weak and fragile for battle despite the fact that she had trained beside them. Despite the fact that she had fought beside them, and saved them – despite how she had killed for them. So, no, she’s never died here and can’t relate to his concerns.

      She doesn’t protest as he continues; waits until he’s through with his story before forming her own thoughts on the matter. Her friends hadn’t fallen in battle yet either. She was aware the magic here was capable of bringing fallen soldiers back to life, but had never witnessed it or experienced it herself. She had only heard rumors other heroes spread throughout the castle about it – whether they were true or not she wouldn’t know. But she would have been a moron if she didn’t believe him; he had no reason to lie to her at this point in time.

      “I haven’t,” she finally parts her lips to speak and digs her meek voice out from the depths of her lungs. A part of her knew she always teetering on the edge; that every life she took was another part of herself that she lost. But she had always been willing to throw away pieces of herself if it meant keeping the people she loved safe. She wasn’t foolish enough to believe she could endure being brought back to life – her mental fortitude had always been weak, but she would sacrifice everything for her friends if she had to. “I’m not taking death lightly.” Even if she only had one life, she would carry on in the same manner, but she dared not inform him of that.

     A sigh tumbled from her lips, and she pried her fingers from her dress in order to twist them into the ends of her frayed braids. “I’m sorry,” she finally forces out – if only because she does know what being left behind and looked down upon feels like. If only because she knows exactly what it’s like to watch her friends and family enter into a battle without her, and knows what it’s like to become an onlooker when those she loves are fighting for their lives; when they may very well never come back again.

      Maybe he’s not petty, but she had been and she bites down on her lower lip to ease the guilt she felt spring up within her chest. “I’m not kind,” she mutters to herself.