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"WHAT!? What did I even do?""

—-✿ “Something dreadful I guess, I dunno. I just got orders from- I mean- Er...because!”

—-✿ “Because...Because I said so!”

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"You want to be a hero, right? Tell me Cynthia... what is a hero to you?"

     "A hero is a person who believes in justice and chivalry, someone who's always there for those in need, someone who never gives up and always believes in the greater good!"

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"Cynthia, I don't mind you yelling your 'heroic lines' but the enemy aren't going to wait for you - you could have got yourself killed today!"

     ”B-But sir! I didn’t get killed, right? I got to present my wondrous derring-do and not get stabbed! And I think that brigand was just too quick to strike is all…” 

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flirtatiousdancer:

      “Sure, why not?” He didn't even bother to bring up, once again, that she had better luck than he. What was with that? “So other than that, have you been having a lovely day?”

     "Yep yep! My day's been going great, and I'm as chipper as ever!" She said, grinning from ear to ear. "How about you, Inigo? how's your luck with the ladies today?" She asked, tilting her head a little to the side.

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♔ FIRE FIGHTERS:

dubsword:

There’s Beano the Barbarian Queen, all grown up; and when you grow up, you apparently molt, because there’s no lance, no pegasus, and no flower crown. Then again, where’s his sword hand? They’ll have to call it the bucket tipping hand, or the time wasting hand, or something more humiliating than awe-inducing. Maybe instead of scion of legend, they can call him milk maid of local camp, because that’s definitely what he looks like right now.

“Okay,” he says. “Okay,” he repeats. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t have any discouraging words to say, or maybe it’s because he does and just doesn’t want to say them. He knows that Cynthia tried; she has always tried, she tries more than he does on a regular basis, and he’ll never put her down for not getting what she wanted. 

“Help me bring this, we’ll walk.” The smoke suffocates him and muffles his usually easy articulation— or is that his heart that clogs his throat? He chooses not do dwell on such trivial matters at all and give some space for Cynthia to carry the water with him, because it’s so heavy and he suddenly feels as if he’ll break

.      Nervous. Scared. Unprepared. Those were the words swimming through Cynthia's mind. She can't shake the thought of everyone being mad at her-- Including Owain. Nothing was going her way today. First, her lance, and now, her steed. It couldn't get any worse than it is.

        As she was nearing her tent, she spotted Owain, holding some buckets of water in his hand. The look on Owain's face was something she'd rarely see-- And she could tell that he was scared too.

       "Owain..!! I'm so so sorry! I couldn't find my pegasus! The whole stable was deserted!" She cried out, trying to hide the shakiness in her voice, but to no avail. She didn't want to look like an utter failure in front of her fellow justice cabal member, but there was nothing she could do.

                                         “Help me bring this, we’ll walk.”

       "A..Alright! I got it!" She quickly grabbed the buckets Owain was handling, and hurried off to where the fire was, trying her best not to spill the bucket's contents.

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♔ fire fighters:

dubsword:

      And so they split like in the movies that don’t exist yet, and Owain’s footsteps turn from soft to definite as he sprints to the well. The bucket is so haphazardly tied onto the rope that it nearly falls down the hole along with their hope for survival; luckily, he grabs it, breath caught in his chest, and fortifies the knot— how are they going to come in just in time if they’re late?

     Owain’s shaky and rapid cranks to lower and retrieve the bucket make a fourth of the water spill, so he goes and does it again. His once prominent preference in suspense has already dissolved, and in its place is fear and regret. “You’re an idiot, you know,” he tells himself, but there’s no time to self-deprecate when the smoke is making his eyes water. 

     Four buckets of water on his back, he returns to Cynthia’s tent, expecting her arrival as soon as possible, and eyes the beautiful, life-threatening sight that is a forest fire. Where is Sir Frederick? Where’s Uncle Chrom? Truly, they’re more befitting heroes…

     “Come on, Cynthia,” he whispers, and it’s as if he’s a child again, and they’re playing pretend. But that fire, it’s oh so real, and it burns as bright as his desire to go into the forest without her.

     Cynthia dashes out of her tent and into the stables, hoping to find her steed in her place, unlike her lance. She reaches the stable's entrance, but she freezes in her place once she sees that the entrance doors are wide open.This is most definitely her mother's doing, but she'll have to worry about that later. For now, her only priority is the forest burning down to the ground.

     She looks around for her pegasus, but there were no horses nor pegasi in sight. The whole stable was empty. "Gaaah..!! This CAN'T be happening! Gods, gods! Not now! Why of all the times now?!" Cynthia's mind was going haywire, and she didn't know what else to do. She clenched her hands into a fist, and she quaked in her boots.

     For the first time in a while, she was terrified. Terrified of what's going to happen if she doesn't make it in time. This situation wasn't something she could re-do like those little make believe plays they'd do as kids.This was happening for real and there was no stopping it.

     "No..I can't think like this! A hero always finds a way to save the day!..Right?"Cynthia was struggling to regain her composure, but she needed to. She tried to fix herself up the best she can. because she can't start panicking now, she needs to stay calm if she plans to extinguish that fire.

     "I shall not succumb! With or without a pegasus, I'm going to put out those flames!" She said, starting to sound more enthusiastic. She knows in her mind that she won't go anywhere if she just crumbles whenever a predicament comes up. And with that, Cynthia runs back to her tent, trying to find a way to explain to Owain how she couldn't find her steed.