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@roguehunteralphonse
Hey Everyone!
So I have decided to bring the grumpy asshole who is Alphonse back!
BUT
I have created a new tumblr for him. Seeing as this blog seems to have died of most everything, I think it'd be best to start on a clean slate!
The link to the new tumblr is: sealgairduine
See you there~!
Notes From the Rogue
As I wander around, I wonder if leaving was such a good idea. Perhaps it is, since the danger people go through because of me.
And I never consider otherwise.
It was strange, when I was in France I thought I saw him. But that's unlikely, I suppose it was just my mind playing tricks on me. The past chasing me down, not allowing me to leave it like it was nothing. Funny, I guess the wicked never sleep.
Though, after seeing what looked like him, I left France the next day. Can't afford to be found, can't afford to be brought back. I won't go back, never.
Alphonse had finished packing his bag, looking over his home one last time. He didn't care about everything that was there, he didn't need it all. Just a few books, his cash, some clothes and Mable. The pup's tail wagged as she panted happily, she liked trips in the bike. Alphonse smiled lightly as he pet her head.
"Layts gae Mehble," he said softly as she followed him on his heels. There was nothing left for him in England, the Scotsman had worn his welcome in the town. He had killed enough, lived enough, experienced the people. But everything moves on, and so must he. Looking over the flat one more time, he closed the door and led Mable to his bike. She leaped into the sidecar immediately, Alphonse mounted the bike. His backpack felt a little heavy, what of the people who he had met?
They would find him, if they truly wanted to. They could find him if they followed the blood, the money, the booze, that tough brogue that was the image for what he really wasn't. The man was sentimental, and genuinely kind when he found someone who would not kill him that he could trust.
But, people drift apart. The Scotsman smiled sadly as he started the bike, it came to life with a roar after he had kicked up kickstand. He then took off, leaving a full home behind him and perhaps a person who may or may not search for him. But, these things didn't mean much to him at the time as he rode off.
The sounds of the motorcycle echoed in the dark streets before the sound completely faded away in the distance.
The Hunter was gone.
and a small bonus because I got carried away while making gifs…
Echo- Jason Walker Hello, hello Anybody out there? Cause I don't hear a sound Alone, alone I don't really know where the world is but I miss it now I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name Like a fool at the top of my lungs Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright But it's never enough Cause my echo, echo Is the only voice coming back Shadow, shadow Is the only friend that I have
You Belong Here - Anberlin
Alphonse, Emery, & Brianna Hunter
You belong here. You were meant for me. You belong here. You were meant to be with me. You’ve got the better part of me. Always have and always will You’ve got the better part of me, oh. And you know that I’m right. And I know I’m asking too much. And I know I’m taking control. But, a heart that’s not worth breaking isn’t worth much, not at all. Isn’t worth much at all. You belong here. You were meant for me. You belong here. You belong here with me. You were meant to be with me. You are the better part you’ll see. Always have and always will. You’ll be the better part of me, oh, for the rest of my life. And I know I’m asking too much. And I know I’m all control. But, I’ll give you all I have. It isn’t much, much at all. I’m not much at all.
"Al." The demon said softly behind the hunter.
Alphonse jumped as he quickly turned to face her with a slight defensive glare before he relaxed. "Dinnaw dae tha' Rayd," he sighed.
Rùn || Alphonse
Alphonse was never aware of the existence of Father’s Day. Yes, he realized it was a holiday but he never had a father to celebrate it with. So, he zoned out the holiday’s existence entirely.
He hummed as his eyes opened slowly at Em’s kiss and yawned a bit. “Moornin’ hen,” he mumbled with a light smile.
A bright smile broke of Emery’s features when Alphonse responded. “‘Appeh Father’s day,” she told him softly, making sure to keep her tone low so as to not disturb the still sleeping baby. She shifted and sat of the edge of the bed as she ran a hand through his messy bedhead.
Emery nodded towards the tray at the end of the bed. “Ah made ya breakfas’,” she told him, still having a hard time keeping the smile off her face.
"Fathers Deh?" he asked tiredly as it hit him, though he had to admit seeing Em as happy and excited as she was now. It made him crack a light smile as he leaned into her touch. "Thenk ye hen."
Rùn || Alphonse
Emery woke early, leaving Alphonse and Brianna asleep in the bed. Today was a special day for the woman who had lived all over the world. She was going to pick up a rather American tradition, and since they’d moved to the States it seemed like the right thing to do.
Father’s day. Emery had never had a reason to celebrate it. Never thought she would, until Alphonse had surprised her and gifted the massive ring on her finger and his adopted surname. Emery leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to both the baby and Alphonse’s foreheads, leaving them for the moment as she went to make Alphonse breakfast. She didn’t get terribly fancy with it, simple eggs, bacon, toast, and jam. Coffee was added to the tray along with a little box. It wasn’t much as Emery didn’t want to spend any of the money Alphonse had saved up to keep them floating until they could get everything sorted out.
Excitement played along her lips as she padded back to their bedroom, tray balanced in her hands before she sat it on the end of the bed, so as it couldn’t be easily knocked off. Stepping around the mess of blankets on the the floor - she’d fold those later - she leaned down to kiss Alphonse gently on the lips. “Wake oop, sleepeh,” Emery mumbled happiness keeping her from letting him sleep longer. And she was being selfish, wanting to spend time with him alone before Brianna awoke also.
Alphonse was never aware of the existence of Father's Day. Yes, he realized it was a holiday but he never had a father to celebrate it with. So, he zoned out the holiday's existence entirely.
He hummed as his eyes opened slowly at Em's kiss and yawned a bit. "Moornin' hen," he mumbled with a light smile.
“Moornin’,” he smiled lightly as he kissed the top of her head, not bothering to try and get more information from her. They both were in the same job, so he understood her being apprehensive to not tell him something. “Hoo’ ye fehlin’ thes moornin’?”
Emery smiled lightly at the little kiss, closing her notebook, and setting the pen on top of it. “Soore,” she told him truthfully, tipping her head back to look up at him, amused in the change of height now. If she had been standing Emery would have been the tallest. ”An’ ya?” Emery would keep the subject of work silent unless it involved him directly.
"Ah'm joos' a wee tahered es all," he assured as he looked down at ther with a soft smile. He wasn't sure how much he enjoyed being taller than her, but he did enjoy it nonetheless. "Yer soore? Dooes et have soomethayn t' dae weth meh?"
“Well, that is certainly a face I’ve missed seeing.”
“Disappear for a few months and I had begun to think something tragic happened to you, Mister Hunter.”
"Tha' sae lass? Wayll, Sorreh."
"Ah gawt a bad joob, aynvoolved a lawt oof blackmehl an' had t' gayt rehd oof th' bastrit mahsaylf whayn Ah coul'. Sorreh lass."
SPREAD THIS SHIT LIKE WILDFIRE BECAUSE IT IS AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE.
“Hen? Ayverethin’ gaein’ alraht?” Alphonse asked as he leaned on her desk, not meaning to break her concentration if she was but something seemed off as she was thinking. Maybe he was just because he had someone to worry about, and it made him…a bit sensitive.
She glanced up quickly at the sound of Alphonse, almost having forgotten that he was here, that in tune to what she was doing. Not that she could ever really forget about him. Her body wouldn’t let her, oh no. “Woork,” Emery told him rather vaguely. Not any slight to him, just merely how she was. “Good moornin’,” she ended giving him a warm smile.
"Moornin'," he smiled lightly as he kissed the top of her head, not bothering to try and get more information from her. They both were in the same job, so he understood her being apprehensive to not tell him something. "Hoo' ye fehlin' thes moornin'?"
Skull and Crossbones sugar cubes
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