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@ronku-blog1
Just breathe
He had to be strong. He had to protect Inigo, his family. He had almost let him die.... How could he....
Breathing heavily, he pulled Inigo into a tight hug, desperately trying to keep himself calm. “Inigo... Thank the gods you’re sa-” He hadn’t even finished his sentence when he realized he was crying. He could have lost him.
“I....” He choked back a sob. “Inigo...”
“I can’t breathe”
He thought he had been alone. Alone was the only place where crying felt right. He couldn’t cry in front of the Shepherds. Or anyone for that matter. Even crying in front of Olivia felt wrong. It was so hard to carry an image of someone meant to be strong.
“I... apologize,” he muttered, turning his face away from the girl. “I didn’t think anyone was here...” Why now of all times? And a girl for that matter. He just wanted to be alone.
“Just breathe” (oh yeah.)
He wasn’t typically one to freak out over things, even problems that were less simple. His eyes fell on Olivia and he could feel his throat tighten, his fists clenched. In the situation they were in, he felt so useless.
“I just want the strength to protect you...” His words were weak and he could barely even keep his eyes from looking away. “Olivia... I-I....”
Send “Just breathe” for my character to break down in front of yours.
Alternately: Send “I can’t breathe” for your character to break down in front of mine!
‹ Oh! Thank you Naga. ›
‹ But if it’s some time together you are trying to imply here Father, I would happily spend some time with you. ›
“What did you have in mind?”
‹ I would prefer you avoid doing that…. ›
“Huh. I probably won’t.”
{x}
“I’m allowed to embarrass you in front of your friends. It’s my job.”
❤
“Are you one of them hot cougars that pick up young willing men?“
❤
“Hershey’s makes millions of kisses a day. All I’m asking for is one from you.”
❤ (i might divorce you depending on your answer)
“If beauty were time, you’d be eternity and I’d love to have a tiny piece of your time to dance with you.”
The dancer could see the uneasiness in his face despite the smile that she found on his lips. His discomfort around women had gone forgotten in her excitement to finally see him again despite only being separated for no more than a few days. She was proud to see that he could get past his fear of women to be able to hold onto her hands at a time like this. He was truly what she needed after the terrible loneliness she had faced.
“I-I never would’ve hit you with it! I try to use it as little as possible…”
Now that she was Lon’qu, all she needed was her son to feel at ease when it came to having a sound mind. Of course the situation was still terrifying but she wouldn’t be able to take a moment’s rest until she knew her son was safe as well… “Oh! Have you been able to find any food…?” Only gods knew where any safe food was… Olivia sure didn’t.
It was nice to know that she wouldn’t hit him. He had seen the way she was with a sword. He’d probably be unconscious for a few hours if she got a good blow to his head. And he could only imagine how scared she would have been had that actually happened.
“Food....? I haven’t found food but there are plenty of bugs.” Bugs were edible. They had protein. But he couldn’t do that to her. “We can probably make some traps but...” He looked down to his three supplies. None of these things would help with finding food. “I’m sorry, Olivia. I wish I were of more use to you.”
☠
☠: Their worst nightmare.
Before meeting Olivia, he had nightmares from his past. But as they grew closer, he began to picture Olivia in Ke’ri’s place. Unable to protect her from death.
Or perhaps being the cause of her demise…
☻: Person who could without a doubt make them happy.
“Do you even have to ask.....?”
The answer is a potato.
Headcanons!
☠: Their worst nightmare. ☮: How they keep calm. ♥: How they show affection. ♕: Would they rule, or be ruled? ★: Who inspires them.. ☼: Favorite season. ☁: How they feel about cold weather. ☻: Person who could without a doubt make them happy. ☹: A thought that makes them sad. ♫: Favorite music genre(s). ✍: What language(s) they can speak. ✖: A trait they despise in people. ツ: A guilty desire of theirs. ☃: Would they build a snowman…
His voice was one she had been hearing throughout the night. It was one she missed dearly and was overjoyed to finally hear once again. The shovel lowered until only a few fingers hung onto it gently at her side. If he had been any closer to the corner when she came around he would have been sent to the ground with a severe head injury… How fortunate for him he had been standing quite a distance from her.
“Lon’qu…!”
The serious expression on her face faded and she had forgotten the fatigue that plagued until that moment. Excitement carried her across the gap that stood between them before she dropped the shovel to grasp his hands in her own. “I’m fine… N-Now that you’re here, of course! Have you been here long? Are you healthy?”
His hands squeezed hers a little tighter as he held back his fear. He was getting better with it but it was still there. He didn’t mind if it were her... He smiled at her, happiness swelling in his chest as he listened to her speak.
“I would be doing better if I had a real weapon but I’m pulling through. I wasn’t expecting to find you with a shovel though.” He stared down at the makeshift weapon. “I thought I was going to lose my head...”
@ronku
Only a day had passed- she was geting used to this sort of solitary survival. The familiarity of her shovel meeting a creature’s head terrified her and only made her wonder if this was fate she was bound to. She missed the shepherds terribly and the sense of companionship they gave her. Now armed with only a shovel, rope, and a few tablets that she hadn’t been able to use- Olivia found herself out of her element.
She had sought out shelter in an abandoned building that she had deemed safe enough to rest in. Thoughts of those she left behind barred her from sleep and she only felt an unrelenting uneasiness in her stomach. The sun was only just rising into the sky when she stepped out onto the foreign street. Her feet guided her around a corner where she was faced with the shadowed figure standing far enough away that the lingering darkness of the dawn clouded their identity. The dancer raised her shovel in front of her as one would hold a sword.
“S-Stay away from me!”
Lon’qu had spent the last few hours wandering alone. He was used to this. He had spent enough time in his life fighting in the fields alone. This was his first time in such a strange place though. He wasn’t expecting to see such a familiar face in a place like this.
“Olivia!” he exclaimed, stepping back from her... shovel? He was really thankful that she didn’t take a swing at him. “Olivia, what are you doing here?” He was glad that she was safe but out of everyone to find here, he really wish that it wasn’t her. It was too dangerous. “Are... Are you okay?”
