#awkward starter?

[one-who-remembers]

Starter

@thefirstdragonmaster

Ever since he came to Leafre, Eunwol had always been looking for dragons. All kinds of dragons. Be it wyverns or other sorts, Eunwol found them fascinating to watch. It was Freud who sparked the interest in Eunwol, his interactions with Afrien left Eunwol curious about dragons in general. 

Now that Freud was... gone, per say, Eunwol had taken to following footprints. His days as a mercenary certainly came in handy, as he tracked down dragon after dragon to watch their interactions with their own kind. Sometimes he got hit, sometimes he got attacked. But Eunwol never stopped. 

It was that particular day in which Eunwol had followed after a dragon’s footprints. It seemed injured, and he was hoping it would be alright. Eunwol followed after the footprints, coming to a stop when he heard gentle dragon breathing. He quickly hid behind the bushes, peeking out. Was the dragon okay?

The scene before him, was something he didn’t expect. In fact, instead of spotting the dragon first, Eunwol spotted something else. Someone familiar. 

That familiar dragon headband and the red and white outfit... It couldn’t be... could it? Athena Pierce was wrong all along?

“Freud? Is that... really you?” he whispered.

[one-who-remembers]

Starter with Aran

@pronouns-and-polearms

It’s been a long time since he was on this ship, wasn’t it? The last time he had been on this ship, it was moving towards the Temple of Time. Even then, Eunwol wasn’t given the chance to explore. Everyone was far too focused on the upcoming battle. Especially Aran. At the thought of the warrior, Eunwol felt his heart squeeze slightly. Quite a long time has passed ever since he saw Aran in Rien. They were... different. Didn’t remember anything about him. Well, alright. It was fine. They had lost all their memories. But the fact did little to numb the pain. In fact, it made it worse.

Eunwol didn’t care much about it any more. He knew the curse was never going to be lifted. A sudden crash, and Eunwol fell to the ground from where he was standing. Getting up, he looked around. He could see Phantom yelling away at the top of the ship, giving out orders and cursing at both Resistance members and Cygnus Knights. They were on their way to confront the giant ship known as Black Heaven. Eunwol looked around. There were many people here besides the Heroes. The Adventurers, the Chief Cygnus Knights, the Resistance... and the Heroes. He sighed deeply. 

He walked away from the main door, towards the bow. As he neared it, his eyes spotted white hair. Was it... It was Aran. Eunwol paused. It was a little awkward for him, but he had decided to live his life as ‘Eunwol’ instead of ‘Shade’. And that means making new friends, even if they were old ones. But how should he approach them? Making friends with someone you know really well was a little harder than he thought.

[rosetylerdwrp]

moving on

“I’m going out on a date.”

She mentions it so casually that she might have been talking about socks.

Of course she doesn’t expect him to /take/ it casually, and she’s not surprised when he shows up, later, crashing her date, because of an /emergency/. ‘A real one,’ he adds, petulant child, because of the look she gives him.

The beau gets dragged into it and she’s sure the Doctor expected it to show her that she was being STUPID for giving this guy the time of day. It gives the beau a good opportunity to show off what he’s made of, and prove to all that he’s not some nefarious alien in disguise. The Doctor’s plan backfires on him.

It hurts. They were both hoping he was another David.

Rose does not drift away. She does draw more lines in the sand. Bigger ones. She doesn’t cross over them, anymore; not after her first anniversary. And she’s not doing any of it to make him jealous – she doesn’t walk on eggshells about it, but she’s gentle. Gentle as she tears herself apart from the Doctor. This isn’t a ploy (though God and Rose and the Doctor know she’d leave the man in a heartbeat, if he asked her to).

“This is really happening,” she wonders, breathlessly, as she reveals a small, diamond ring to the Time Lord who’d seen better.

The beau, now fiancée, is an actor – no surprise there; she had a type. Lots of travel (lots of it boring) and a big personality. He’s a good man, even to the Doctor. He knows all about the Doctor. Enough to be jealous. Doesn’t stop Rose from going to him – doesn’t even ask her to.

She wears his ring. They haven’t set a date, yet, but Rose wears /his/ ring. She’ll come back. She always has.

None of them say, ‘So far.’