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MASTER   OF   THE   TIRELESS   BLADE. priv.   lon'qu   of    fe13.

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two years

two years

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nd i’m still the best and most politically aware lon’qu on this godforsaken site

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THREE YEARS

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*   ☽      /      HOSHIUMIES·.

               ❛   make no mistake , i am not here out of concern , or anything .   ❜   tooru meanders his way next to his fellow soldier’s side , his pegasus reined to a tree nearby . he hands the other a bowl of … well , it’s something ?  ❛   everyone was getting very rowdy . i did not like the noise . and i thought i might as well get two tasks done ; find some solace , and hand you tonight’s rations .   ❜   despite what he’s said , it’s quite evident that he’s made himself quite comfortable in that spot already . not like he’d reveal this aloud , of course . and should it be brought up  ?  well , he has plenty of ways to deflect such inquisitions .   /   @astraed

❝   I  DID  NOT  ASK  YOU  FOR  THIS.   ❞   still,  with  the  bowl  shoved  into  his  grasp,  it  made  refusing  difficult.  one  hand  leaves  his  blade  —  which  he  was  sharpening  moments  before  —  accepting  the  gruel.  the  beige  lumpiness  seems  reminiscent  of  potato  stew  and  evokes  a  rather  content  huff.  ❝   but ...  thank  you.   ❞  his  routine  usually  demanded  he  eat  in  solitude  once  the  halls  cleared.  at  least  on  this  evening,  he  would  not  dine  at  midnight.  ❝   if  you  come  seeking  solace,  not  conversation,  you’re  in  luck.   ❞

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*   ☽      /      EXALTFATE.

❛  i will not ignore those who are in pain.   ❜  voice firm, words forced out in one heavy exhale. he scolds with purpose.  ❛  that includes you, lon’qu. the injuries you’ve sustained during our last battle might not seem troublesome to you, but i will not allow you to overwork yourself.   ❜ a pause for another intake of breath and to shift his stance. ❛   you need to fully recover before you hurt yourself even more.   ❜   /   @astraed

❝   MY  PAIN  IS  SOLELY MY  BURDEN.   ❞   he  answers  curtly,  lon’qu’s  eclipsed  scowl  fixated  upon  the  bandages  he  continued  to  wrap  around  his  sliced  bicep.  ❝   it  is  my  weakness  which  caused  this.   ❞  by  his  feet,  the  killing  edge  lies  in  wait.  the  barest  inclinations  of  a  wince  pinch  at  the  corner  of  his  eyes  as  fresh  blood  seeps  into  the  bandages.  saddled  with  a  reopened  wound,  he  sighs,  reaching  towards  a  nearby  table  for  more  cloth.  ❝   and  i  did  not  ask  to  be  coddled.   ❞

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' train with me. '

❛  we haven’t had an opportunity to train together, have we, lon ‘qu?  ❜  melancholic as his words may sound, there is a hint of a smile at the edge of his features —— a ghost ‘pon his lips, if you will.  there is a sense of fondness when he is able to spend time with his soldiers, his army. after all, these people are not just simply awaiting a gruesome martyr’s death for their nation —— no, chrom would never have it that way.   ❛  khan basilio speaks highly of your skill. it would be an honor to train with you.  ❜  

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two years

two years

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nd i’m still the best and most politically aware lon’qu on this godforsaken site

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two years

two years

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*   ☽      /      LAEVITICUS.

calamity meets at world’s end —– there, ironically, he finds peace. and it is but the same fog that lingers on the cobblestone streets; in fortresses and corridors, drapes the innocents and exorcists in their beds with a soft veil —- peace, tranquility, solace. it finds its place here. ❝ i would be lying if i said you didn’t. ❞ a tug at his lips, a small smile. the truth was he often thought of all those he left behind. it was —- until now —- another secret thrown atop a pile of many others.

a sudden ache and constant pangs of his chest would render him speechless. eyes close and he looks not at the hand that now caressed his own. receding now would only stir up regret —— and he couldn’t muster enough energy to even move his own hand. the long lectures and scoldings that he would earn if such act was public, it tempted him to take back his hand. but he doesn’t. ❝ it’s been awhile. ❞    ( i missed you, he meant to say. )

THE  FULL  MOON  CUTS  THROUGH,   dripping  in  a  pale  moonlight  —  his  smile,  thin  but  so  familiar,  evokes  a  similar  softening  upon  lon’qu’s  expression.  but  even  so,  it  only  remains  for  a  few  stray  moments  before  his  gaze  hardens.  the  regret  comes  first,  spilling  out  into  his  chest  and,  face  now  reddened  even  further  from  shame.  their  station,  their  scriptures  of  their  shared  duty,  echoes  through  the  stone  hallways,  shadowing  him. 

❝   MY  APOLOGIES.  I  WAS  NOT  THINKING.   ❞   he  forces  out  quickly  in  a  gruff  voice,  face  still  stained  with  rose.  his  embrace  is  retracted,  right  hand  resting  upon  the  comfort  of  his  blade’s  hilt.  ❝   how  long  are  you  here  for?  perhaps  we  could  —   ah...   ❞  the  voices  trails  off,  brown  eyes  unsure,  drift  downwards.  their  garden  of  flowers  had  bloomed,  he  had  thought,  but  never  was  he  so  adept  at  keeping  secrets.

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*   ☽      /      LAEVITICUS.

❝ admittedly, i heard word of more units dispatching —— i’m just … surprised to see you were among said units. ❞ home long since abandoned, he became inspector only to leave behind the family he cherished. the familiarity in the other’s company, alone, is as unnerving as it is relieving. a paradox of his own making, of course. ❝ forgive me, i doubt you’d want to listen to me ramble. ❞ he sighs, lifting a weight from his chest :  ❝ i am glad to see you are safe. ❞ 

A  CRESTFALLEN  DROP  TO  HIS  GAZE,   brown  meets  crimson  and  his  breathing  staggers  for  a  mere  moment.  he’s  forgotten  how  striking  they  were,  dripping  a  elderberry  ichor  into  his  veins,  his  spine  shivering.  ❝   i...  am  also  so  glad  you  are  safe.   ❞  and  despite  the  rumors  that  surrounded  his  latest  assignment,  the  only  solace  he  could  find  were  in  link’s  skills,  his  vaunted  abilities.  it  somewhat  sated  the  pangs  of  worry,  a  weakness  leaking  into  his  joints.  ❝   i  pray  i  haven’t  caused  you  worry.   ❞

HESITATION  CLOUDS  HIS  ACTION,   but  without  warning,  his  hand  ghosts  forward.  selfishness,  a  flaw  he  cannot  seem  to  swallow,  as  he  grabs  for  link’s  hand.  callouses  run  against  back  of  his  hand,  soft,  familiar.  he  opens  his  mouth  but  only  a  silence  follows,  eyebrows  pinching  together  —  yearning,  and  submerged  in  the  folly  of  man,  of  flesh.

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you save everyone but who saves you

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“Chon'sin is one of many small countries in Valm. Most of its citizens are Myrmidons and Swordmasters, but the nation is generally peaceful. Many of its aspects parallel feudal Japan in terms of culture and customs. Chon'sin houses an ancient crypt where the bodies of many famous swordsmen lay to rest. According to Say'ri, genealogy is important as every citizen can trace their lineage through the legendary names of their ancestors.“

anyways so lon’qu is korean thanks and chon’sin aka japan colonized his homeland

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if u think abt it, me hc’ing that lon’qu is illiterate mirrors when japan colonized my country, they literally banned korean from being taught + spoken and tried to force japanese on my people instead

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Me planning my next petty move

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never was size 14 arial font so fuckging sexy until i saw @voidsung on tungle dot com

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I adore tumblr user astraed with my entire being thankxjs so much for tuning in !

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(I SHOVE A NINTENDOR DS UP MY * **  ) I LOVE VI FIRE EMBLEM

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“Chon'sin is one of many small countries in Valm. Most of its citizens are Myrmidons and Swordmasters, but the nation is generally peaceful. Many of its aspects parallel feudal Japan in terms of culture and customs. Chon'sin houses an ancient crypt where the bodies of many famous swordsmen lay to rest. According to Say'ri, genealogy is important as every citizen can trace their lineage through the legendary names of their ancestors.“

anyways so lon’qu is korean thanks and chon’sin aka japan colonized his homeland

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HEADCANON  DUMP   (   1  /  ??   )

001.   LON’QU  IS  ILLITERATE.   this  is  rather  straightforward  but  lon’qu  raised  himself  on  the  streets.  he  explains  to  his  child  that  as  a  youth,  he  was  forced  to  act  rather  dishonorably  in  order  to  secure  a  meal.  he  has  never  received  a  proper  education  and  once  becoming  a  feroxi  pit  fighter,  found  no  need  to  develop  that  skill.

002.   WHILE  HE  IS  FROM  CHON’SIN,   that  is  not  a  tangible  part  of  his  identity,  hence  why  he  leaves  and  adopts  regna  ferox  as  his  home.  in  chon’sin,  a  citizen’s  ancestry  defines  their  placement  in  society.  it  is  stated  that  citizens  of  chon’sin  can  track  their  familial  legacy  through  centuries  of  generations.  however,  lon’qu  lacks  any  sort  of  traceable  ancestry  in  chon’sin  and  because  of  that,  was  forced  to  grow  up  on  the  streets.  despite  being  born  in  chon’sin,  he  and  his  parents  are  not  from  this  nation.  rather,  their’s  was  a  nation  colonized  by  chon’sin.

003.   LON’QU  HAS  A  STRICT  MORAL  CODE.   during  the  shepherds’  exploration  of  an  outrealm  littered  with  innocent  villagers  struck  down,  despite  having  fought  in  countless  battles,  lon’qu  notes  that  he  cannot  stop  the  trembling  of  his  hands  at  the  sight  of  such  violence.  he  tends  to  compartmentalize  the  horrors  of  war,  but  it  deeply  affects  him.  while  he  views  himself  as  a  weapon,  ready  to  fight  and  kill  for  the  khan  of  regna  ferox,  that  does  not  necessarily  mean  he  is  willing  to  take  a  life  without  question  or  remorse.

004.   IN  A  SIMILAR  VEIN,   lon’qu  has  a  deeply  -  instilled  sense  of  honor.  this  falls  in  with  the  culture  of  chon’sin,  where  even  small  offenses  seem  to  fall  onto  the  shoulders  of  the  individual.  despite  the  fact  that  he  was  a  starving  child,  he  mentions  that  he  still  regrets  stealing  food,  and  promises  his  child  that  he  will  try  to  not  disgrace  them  in  such  a  way.  he  sees  favors  from  others,  be  it  a  cleric  healing  his  wounds  or  an  ally  watching  his  back,  as  an  act  he  must  pay  back  by  any  means.

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THANK GOD 4 @voidsung THE LADY OF THE LAKE THE LADY OF MY DREAMS

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