#gerome support

[bloodthirstymoonstone]

gerome is a curious child, perhaps so curious he gets himself into trouble, such as now as he pauses before the entrance to the stables that hold chetak in them. was that mother’s wyvern in there that he heard? ” nerva? ”

Chetak reared up on her haunches, preparing to give a defensive shriek at the intruder before her. Whoever it was, it was NOT her master. His heavy footsteps usually alerted and terrified her long before he ever came into view.

But then, her bright, curious eyes picked up the tiny, unimpressive specimen in front of her, and she lowered herself visibly, lilting her head in confusion with her long, elegant neck. 

She stepped forward inquisitively, long tongue darting out rapidly to smell the young boy. He smelled... different, somehow. Why was this human so tiny?

[cutestwyvernever]

"You’re tired, aren’t you? Worn to the bone." Though Gerome generally tried to keep Cherche at arm's length--and to that end, keep his nose out of her business--it was still hard not to say something when she was clearly overworked.

Cherche looked at her son, her eyebrow warily raised. Had it gotten just that obvious that she’d been over doing it? She supposed that must be the case if he was coming to her. “There’s just so much to do, and so little time.” She sighed, knowing she couldn’t hide it any longer. “Not much I can do.”

[flowerfortunesandfaceplants]

@leave-me-be 

Oh gods, it had been so long since he’d seen his mothers–his real mothers–before they were taken. It was difficult to say if Gerome even remembered their faces or not. Before meeting “them” anew, that was.

“I… I was,” he admitted with a small hint of strain to his voice, as though it pained him to admit, and, after pausing to recompose himself, added, “…you needn’t apologize. You did what you had to do.” Gerome knew that Sumia didn’t mean to die–that she always did her best, past and present, fighting included. Did she truly believe he resented her?

Sumia was relieved. She wasn’t sure how to approach Gerome and she felt guilty for it. No matter what, he was her son and she should put in the effort to talk to him. To get to know the man. She still felt bad for what happened, even if she couldn't do anything about it. It wasn’t her fault. 

“Thank you Gerome. I am sure it was hard. I know in my heart I would never have wanted to leave you and Cynthia without a mother. But I am sure I did it to protect you.” Sumia sighed, but she gave Gerome a small smile. “I have the chance now. To be there for you all of your life. Was I a... good mother?”

[flowerfortunesandfaceplants]

Lowering his eyes to avoid meeting Sumia's gaze, Gerome quietly said, "very early in my life it was already too late. I... never actually knew you."

VARIOUS STARTERS

Sumia wanted to reach out and pull Gerome into a hug. With Cynthia, she wouldn’t have hesitated to do so, but with her son, Sumia wasn’t sure if she should. He was right. They didn’t really know each other, although she’d be able to know the Gerome of this time. 

“I’m sorry Gerome. That I died before you could get to know me,” Sumia replied in a soft voice. What else was there to say? “Were you very young when it happened? I don’t think Cynthia had mentioned how old you both were when... when we didn’t return.”

[minorindech]

🧼

your  muse  bathes  mine  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

“Ow, ow ow, ow!”

Bernadetta sniffled, chin resting on her knees as she hunched over in the makeshift river. Her arm hurt. Her shoulder hurt. Everything hurt. She didn’t think she’d ever seen an assignment go so poorly in her entire time at the academy.

She hissed as she felt him scrub at the wound on her shoulder. This was definitely the worst part of the entire experience. Tending to the wound immediately was important, sure, and making sure it wasn’t full of dirt when she fell from a tree and rolled down a hill was also important, but to have a stranger doing it for her...her father was going to kill her.

Bernie buried her face in her knees, shivering. “You’d be better off just drowning me in the river! I’m the worst...”

[protectingthetruth]

@deeprealmheroes cont. from here.

He didn’t look up at her. There was so much Gerome already held regret over what was one more thing? “What does it matter? It needs done.” He stated.

”I know it does, but I don’t think that you went the right way about doing it.” Cherche shook her head and took a deep breath. “It helps if you can avoid burning bridges with those we consider allies.”

[servantofmila-blog]

Cautiously scooting a still-warm cup to the blue-haired cleric, who seemed a bit out of it, and drawing his hand back far quicker than was necessary once he felt it was sufficiently close enough to her, Gerome simply mumbled, "...Life is... trying. I hope this helps."

various starters

Silque took the cup, nodding a thanks to Gerome as she held it up towards her face. The scent was soothing and she hummed contently as she took a sip. It tasted as good as it smell, bringing a calming feeling to the young cleric. She smiled at Gerome once she set the cup back down into her hands. 

“It does. Sometimes it is the little things that can help when things are hard. I appreciate the gesture.” 

[haikusandstareyes-blog]

"...Mitama’s joined us/A remarkable wit, but/consumed by vice--sloth; in all seriousness, you would do well to address your proclivity for sleeping," Gerome lectured, adding, "and, erm, mind the poor attempt at poetry. That skill is not one I've honed."

Mitama had been feeling flattered by all the haikus she was receiving from such a wide array of people. Really, she’d never expected to be so welcomed with such a familiar art.

And then she read this one.

Mitama frowned. “Opinion given / without prompting or questions / harsh words attacking.” She huffed and crossed her arms. “My lifestyle is fine. If not creating, why rise? If not in danger, why not rest?” Really, who did this young man think he was, her father?