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archerofpherae:
  ăâăâ Picnics are always nice! A good way to eat, relax, and enjoy the beauty of the land while bonding with another. He had never exactly been on a picnic, due to his duties and such, so his father had time to plan out the small father-son picnic they were going to have.
  Once Wolt had finally caught up with Wil, he took at look at the basket that Wil gesturing at. It certainly was appetizing, especially since Wolt was pretty much fine with eating almost anything on his plate. He couldnât wait until they go to the place they were going to be at for the day!
  â That sounds great! If you donât mind telling, where exactly are we going to have the picnic at? Or are you going to show me as we walk over there? â
âA little mix of both!â he replied, securing the basket, now holding it with both hands rather than just one, just in case his hands were more slippery than he thought- His worries werenât entirely unfounded, but his grip was more than enough. Still, the grin on his face never faltered, the giddy sort of joy still almost tangible in the air around him.
âIâm pretty sure you know the place- You know the forest west of here, right? And the field near it? Thatâs where weâre headed! And we have all day, donât we?â Wil laughed a little, perhaps a bit loud, but definitely genuine, before continuing. âIâm sure youâll recognise the place when we see it.â
ooc. recently revamped sain from fire emblem 7 here! some pages are still a work in progress but most of it is done! mind liking or reblogging this if you would like to interact with me? I do have verses for awakening and fates for sainy boy as well.
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  ăâăâ Wolt had responded his fatherâs waving with a wave in return. The enthusiasm of his father was very contagious, a smile was gradually growing on his face. After 16 years, his father had finally come back. A rather bittersweet reunion it was, as it resulted with Wolt yelling at his own father and making him cry. But that was the past, they get along much more smoothly now.
Eyeing the basket Wil held, Wolt could only guess of the food that was inside. To be frank, he will eat almost anything, as long as it isnât spicy. Some fruit would be very nice, as theyâre simple, but very delicious.
  â Definitely! What are we going to be doing today, father?â he asked as he walked up to Wil. This day was going to be great, he could just feel it!
Wilâs eyes shined as he met the other halfway, lifting the basket a little and gesturing at it with his free hand for emphasis. âPicnic! I saw a nice spot a while back, and I thought it would be perfect for one- I packed sandwiches, too!â
He had to hold himself back from burrowing in the picnic basket and showing everything to Wolt, but that could wait until they were there- An open field bordering a forest that Wolt probably knew of without a doubt, but it was a nice place, nonetheless- He could show his son his flawless sandwiches when they were there. But mentioning them wouldnât hurt, right?
âI even packed some sandwiches- Ham and egg and the like!â
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                          AÉ´á´ á´Ąá´'ĘĘ É˘á´á´ á´ Ęá´á´á´ sá´á´Ęá´ á´É´ á´Ęá´ á´ á´Ę ă
                    Ęá´á´á´ â  Ęá´Ęá´s â  á´sá´
Semi-selective Wil from Fire Emblem: Blazing Sword, 3+ years of RP experience.
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Heâs been hoping, wishing and planning for this day to come for ages, and now that the day was here, he couldnât help but be excited, filled with joy and energy and sheer anticipation from head to toe that he quite literally couldnât stay completely still, a fully-grown man hopping around in a bout of childish glee, picnic basket grasped in his hands firmly, because heavens forbid he drops it.Â
The basket itself was filled with food, what else, apples and bread and cookies and juice and all the good stuff you want at a picnic, especially a father-son picnic, and heâd never been this ready in his life- Making up for lost time, really, and heâs so, so glad.
Wil, spotting aforementioned son now approaching, positively beams as he waves.
âWolt! You ready?â
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ăâăâ As expected, Wolt immediately regretted what he had said to his father. The sudden slam of the table and Wilâs response startled Wolt, not knowing what to do until he noticed the other was crying. Oh man, he screwed up big time. The uncomfortable feeling in his chest hit him like an arrow, the sensation beginning to make him feel terrible from what he had done. Shit, shit, think up of something quickly-
â W-wait⌠Youâre crying⌠I didnât mean to come off in such a way I- â
A sudden pause as Wolt shut his mouth and lowered his head. The damage had already been done. The feeling of regret was definitely taking a toll on Wolt now. Unsteady breathing, his body shakking, he was guilty of his actions. With that, Wolt looked at his father in the eyes, though his vision began to cloud due to the tears that threatened to stream down his face. Without caution, Wolt went ahead and gave his father a hug, before he managed to choke out a few select words.
â I just want you to stay. â
Heâd been too harsh. He shouldnât have slammed his hands on the table, shouldnât have yelled, it wasnât Woltâs fault, he should be yelling at him, it was nooneâs fault but his own. Lowering his head, Wil had already closed his eyes to stop the tears, but they kept coming anyways, not ready to open them again until Wolt says something, anything-
Until the other began tearing up too, breath irregular and voice cracking, and his eyes flew open, just in time to see the other- his son- look straight at him with watery eyes and fling his arms around the brunet.
I just want you to stay.
Wil hiccoughed, swallowed hard, almost at a loss for words, but only almost, as he found his voice again.
âI want to stay this time, too.â The archer choked out. A pause, as he raised his own arms and returned the gesture. âI- I will stay.â
âDoes this shop always have such long lines?" [pheraenbowman]
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âI donât think so,â Mark sighed, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently. Although he was grateful that Wil had come along on their supply run, Mark hadnât at all anticipated that theyâd encounter lines like this. Who else could need supplies this badly? Normal people? Well⌠that made sense, but still.
âSorry about this wait, â Mark said with a nervous laugh, not entirely sure what else to say. âI hadnât expected, well⌠this.â Mark motioned to the line ahead of them with his hand as he spoke that last word. He just felt that he needed to say something, since there wasnât much else to do while they waited.
Wil just shrugged in reply, not nearly as much at a loss as Mark was, but still somewhat surprised. At least it meant he could look around and, er, appreciate the slight lack of decoration this particular shop had. And the wares. Of course, the wares.
âNah, itâs okay. Guess we just came during the rush hour, huh?â The archer replied, scratching his eyebrow, then giving a little frown. âIs a sale going on or something? Iâve never seen a single shop so full before. How often does this happen?â
" Surprise! It's a butterscotch-cinnamon pie!" [florina] [pheraenbowman]
     â âahâŚn? â her shoulders tense quickly as she was startled by the sudden voice, and turned her head to see the archer, who stood with a broad grin and a single plate held in his hands.Â
     â âŚfâŚf-forâŚmeâŚ? â florina confirmed in surprise, eyes a bit wide as she looked up at wil, holding her balled hands to her chest as she looked back down at the dessert. she hadnât even known that he could cookânonetheless, that he was so good at itâthis pie looked just as amazing as the ones that fiora always had made for herâŚbut, why offer such a treat to her, of all people? she hadnât recalled doing anything surprisingly extraordinary, as of lateâŚ
âOf course! I mean, we can share if you want.â he chirped back in reply, holding the plate a little closer for emphasis, glad that he seemingly hadnât startled her too badly, and hoping he wouldnât do so later. In all honesty, he just ended up cooking the first recipe that came to mind out of sheer motivation to do so- The pie- And since it didnât use too many ingredients, it should be okay... Right? If not, he guessed replacing the used ingredients should be enough.
âI thought youâd like it! I really hope youâre okay with butterscotch, though.â
wil, what do you think of your son?
âIâm proud of him, of course! Heâs bright and dilligent, and thereâs no reason I wouldnât be. Iâm just⌠Kind of upset I couldnât see him grow up. Be with him, yâknow?â
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ăâăâ A sudden influx of emotions took over Wolt. Confusion, happiness, anger were some of the more dominant emotions the archer felt. Especially anger. He was dead silent for a few moments, trying to take in what Wil had said to him. â Iâm sorry for not telling you earlier. â That simply wasnât going to cut it. His own father, the one that was supposed to be there for him and support him- is now trying to apologize for all those years he didnât have a father? He wasnât going to take any of that. Not today.
The scowl on his face wasnât exactly helping Wil either. Â It showed the young archerâs anger at the other. He made eye contact with the other, as is he was glaring into the otherâs soul. Hands clenched, he tried his best to control his temper. But it was no use. He needs to say something about his fatherâs actions, and he couldnât bottle up his feelings any further. This had to be done.
â After leaving me and my mother for practically all my life, was it really worth the effort just to give me a simple apology? Why did you leave so long ago? Are you even worth my time to be around after you have been gone for 16 years? Will I even be able to have the father that I never had in all my existence?! Will you promise not to leave me again after all you had done? That is all I ask for, and IDEMAND an answer! â
This was so much like the time Rebecca had kicked him in the stomach that it was almost amusing in a really sick way- Just that the physical pain had translated into a double load of guilt and emotional pain, and Wil was about to snap under the pressure. The brunet flinched back at first, taking the shouting with wide eyes and a pained expression, before he finally bit back, his hands slamming onto the table louder than he had intended, voice cracking, shaky-
âDo you think I wanted to leave? Do you think I didnât think about that? I know I broke my promise, I know Iâve been a horrible father, I knew sorry isnât gonna cut it, I-I know-â
Wil stopped, his throat closing up as he broke off, ignoring the eyes fixed on them as he lowered his head again, unable to look Wolt in the eye anymore, hands curling into fists as he blinked harshly. If he couldnât keep his promise to Rebecca to never leave her again, how could he trust himself to promise the same for Wolt? The archer choked.
âWhat else am I supposed to say?â
(( wil u fucked up
(( Added a music player! Still a bit iffy on the song selection, but should be enough for now.
Rebecca:Â Do you guys want chips?
Wil:Â IâM ALWAYS A SLUT FOR DORITOS
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ăâăâ Wil⌠That name sounded so familiar to him. Where did he hear that name from again? He has heard stories of the brave knights of Caelin, taking back their land when Lundgren attempted to take over. â Wil? Pleasure to meet you, although your name sounds familiar to me⌠Not sure where I heard of it, allow me to think⌠â  In deep thought, Wolt was trying to remember exactly where he heard that name. All of a sudden, a memory came to him.
It was of him and his mother talking to one another. He had mentioned about who was his father and what happened to him, and she gave a frown to him. Once she gave him that face, he knew that he had to tread carefully. She told him what his name is, a bit of who he was, and that was about it. Taking that previous knowledge, he took a look at the archer in front of him. Could it be? Of course not, it was just a coincidence! That is what he had hoped.
â ⌠I think I may know where I heard your name from. Do you know of a person named Rebecca, by any chance? â
The flash of recognition in Woltâs face is all the hints Wil needs to falter, and the greenet mentioning Rebecca, of all people, is enough to make him deflate entirely, fake grin dropping off his face for the how-manyeth time that day, gaze lowering as he winced.
âIâm sorry for not telling you earlier.â He replied, before his brain could catch up with his tongue, and the guilt in his gut multiplied tenfold in a matter of seconds- A simple âyesâ wouldâve completely sufficed, but there he goes, spouting stuff that he really didnât need to. Great job, idiot. The archerâs shoulders pulled upwards as he shrank into himself.
âI- I...â he floundered, eyes darting to not meet the inevitable anger that was going to be there (worst case scenario, wolt disowns him,) and clamped his mouth shut before anything else could escape- A wise decision on his part, probably, knowing that a sorry would definitely never be enough to cover for disappearing on oneâs son and wife for fuck knows how many years.
(( blargh i dont remember art being this difficult???? i spent like an hour on the head alone, this isnt normal but i couldnt get his forehead right