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“There is something about him that concerns me. I cannot describe what it is exactly, but it feels familiar, somehow. I worry that perhaps he is suffering, and simply choosing to hide it from those around him.”

#✟ ⊱⦃ ❝ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ?❞ ⏤ {ask.} ⦄⊰ ✟#✟ ⊱⦃ ❝ɪғ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏғ ɢᴏᴅ… ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴏ ʙᴇ ɪᴛ.❞ ⏤ {ic.} ⦄⊰ ✟#jasperlion #{Alm.}#{g o d i still have that thread in my drafts... the same hat thread..}#{i need to get to that}

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Meme || Accepting!

It is difficult, to speak about someone he has only had a brief encounter with-- one that, in truth, overwhelmed the archbishop a little, if only due to finding someone he never suspected would be so much like himself in some regards. He pauses for a moment, a single hand moving to grasp at his chin in thought. No-- all Saias has to go off of is that, and what those books in the library have written about the prince.

“Troubled, uncertain, honourable,”

#✟ ⊱⦃ ❝ɪғ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏғ ɢᴏᴅ… ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴏ ʙᴇ ɪᴛ.❞ ⏤ {ic.} ⦄⊰ ✟#jasperlion #{Alm.}#{i realised they've only met in the Same Angst thread but}#{shh}

He sets his shoulders, lets forth an exhale, and makes sure his posture is firm before finally approaching Rudolf. He had been mostly avoiding the man, but... He stands before the Emperor despite his desire to just run away, then presents him with... a little box. "... To be honest, I don't really know what you'd have liked." He starts, gaze flickering to the ground and back up to his father. "Might as well fix that now. This is... for you."

It would take an utter fool to not see how tense Alm happens to be. His words are met with the faintest of smiles etching themselves onto aged features, even if it does little to lessen the suffocating air Rudolf has long been aware he carries. It must have taken some courage, the father thinks, for his son to have gone out of his way to do this. His composure, for now, remains, deviating very little from his usual demeanour, and yet his heart cannot help but quicken in pace– to almost lurch uncomfortably at the thought of his son, his only child, deeming him worthy of a gift. Perhaps just this once, this would be enough to make her smile upon them both, rather than the boy alone.

“You did not need to give me anything, Alm,”

The response leave his form with only the intention to give his son a reason to relax– to not fret over whether or not he would like whatever lies within the box–, yet they also happen to be the truth. Although showered with riches, the emperor has never been one to place much importance on gifts– or, at least, not unless they involved his now-deceased wife. To put those thoughts into words, however, would be impossible for the man, lest he wishes to sound unintentionally cold or lacking in gratitude. Rudolf moves to take the box from his child’s grasp slowly, and with a uncharacteristically large amount of care, not yet opening it– or, at least, not until he has made it clear that the gift inside will filly him joy, regardless of what it is.

“There is no gift that could compare to having the chance to speak with you. Your presence alone is all I could have hoped to ask for.”

#⟡ — {ic.}#⟡ — {Muse: Rudolf}#jasperlion #{Alm.}#⟡ — {verse: heroes.}#{send help i'm crying...}#{these two...}#{he loves his son so much okay}

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“…There is something troubling about him. I cannot find the right words to describe what bothers me exactly, however… it is something that feels… awfully familiar– as though there is some sort of strange kinship between him and myself. Perhaps it is due to the fact that he is clearly hiding something… yes, maybe that’s it– someone who is holding a secret so important can often see when others are doing the same,”

“Regardless, I do not think he will readily tell someone like myself. If my suspicions are correct, then I doubt that it is something he would so quickly talk about to a stranger, lest he wishes for it to be spread around to the other heroes. I suppose I do not really have a choice– if I want to know what it is, standing around and brooding certainly will not help.”

#✟ ⊱⦃ ❝ɪғ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏғ ɢᴏᴅ… ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴏ ʙᴇ ɪᴛ.❞ ⏤ {ic.} ⦄⊰ ✟#jasperlion #{Alm.}#✟ ⊱⦃ ⏤ {verse: Heroes.} ⦄⊰ ✟#{a prequel for the thread maybe??}#{gfdhjk i hope it's okay though}

@jasperlion || Because Wulf forced my hand

Rudolf has never been the sort to show affection-- or, at least, not since that fateful day. In fact, what he wishes to do feels utterly foreign to him, with the warmth in his heart both painful and yet so very distant. The last time he held his beloved son in his arms, Alm, in his arms, the boy was only a babe-- a newborn child, unaware of the world around him, and certainly not filled with this much pain and loathing that Rudolf presumes his progeny now harbours. It feels like an eternity passes by, with each step that he dares to take towards the other’s form, and if he were to concentrate on himself enough, perhaps the quivering of his fingers might have been noticed. It was worth a try, right? Even if Alm were to reject his actions, at least the emperor-- no, former emperor now-- could walk away knowing that he tried to extend the figurative olive branch to his son.

His movements are awkward-- stiff, and almost as though part of him wishes to protest against doing this--, extending his arms out so that they might wrap around the boy’s shoulders, and leaning down to meet Alm’s height a little better. He planned to say a few words, but mere moments into the embrace, Rudolf finds himself without any inkling as to what should be said-- not when he feels a clawing sensation at the sides of his throat, and the first tears within years dare to pool in the man’s eyes. Perhaps it was better this way-- perhaps saying that he is proud of him, to see his son step up to a position the former emperor knows must have been paved with pain and heartache, would only make things worse. Rudolf can only pray that Alm will at least accept the gesture.

#⟡ — {ic.}#⟡ — {Muse: Rudolf}#jasperlion #{Alm.}#{I lied. I didn't get my tea first}#{I'll get tea now}

"You have this stern sort of look sometimes... I'd give it a four, since you seem approachable most of the time." /intimidation meme

How intimidating am I? || {Accepting!}

“…At the very least, it is reassuring to hear that I appear to be approachable. After all, I have no qualms with others consulting me– it would be a disservice to Lord Bragi if my appearance alone was enough to deter those in need.”

#✟ ⊱⦃ ❝ɪғ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏғ ɢᴏᴅ… ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴏ ʙᴇ ɪᴛ.❞ ⏤ {ic.} ⦄⊰ ✟#jasperlion #{Alm.}#{i still have that thread to reply to}

@jasperlion || Semi-Plotted

Perhaps the archbishop does not go out of his way to speak with the heroes that he does not happen to recognise-- that is, of course, aside from the few who attend the meetings regarding tactics--, however, in this situation, something compels him to step out of his comfort zone. Be it the expression that the younger male wears, or the general air that surrounds his form, Saias cannot help wish to speak with the other, and discern what it is that has him at least looking so very miserable and engulfed by deep thought. Maybe he will be verbally pushed away by the other, and told to mind his own business, but at least, in that case, no-one could fault the young man for at least trying to help out another member of the Order. After all, such melancholic behaviour can prove to be quite infectious.

“...Forgive me for intruding,”

His word are gentle and light, though the tactician does not dare to inch any close to the green-haired other-- or, at the very least, not until it is made clear that such a thing is not pushing any sort of boundaries. It would be far too rude to simply assume that this stranger is comfortable speaking to him, and even more so to push ahead without the slightest bit of politeness seeping into his words and actions.

“You wear such a grave expression... Is something ailing you?”

#✟ ⊱⦃ ❝ɪғ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏғ ɢᴏᴅ… ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴏ ʙᴇ ɪᴛ.❞ ⏤ {ic.} ⦄⊰ ✟#jasperlion #{Alm.}#✟ ⊱⦃ ⏤ {verse: Heroes.} ⦄⊰ ✟#{ghdfjk here it is.... late but here}#{let me know if it doesn't work}

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“...Lord Alm, you are only going to encourage his childish behaviour. Do not come to me when Lord Julius begins to throw another tantrum to get what he desires because he has learnt you will yield to them.”

#✟ ⊱⦃ ❝ɪғ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏғ ɢᴏᴅ… ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴏ ʙᴇ ɪᴛ.❞ ⏤ {ic.} ⦄⊰ ✟#{ dash commentary }#jasperlion #{Alm.}#{Alm no... what are you doing...}