❝ home is where the heart is, where you feel safe & warm & loved. ❞
ward paused, glancing down at his son as he spoke. he didn’t answer for a moment, instead letting the words settle over him. “and where’s that for you, matthew?”
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❝ home is where the heart is, where you feel safe & warm & loved. ❞
ward paused, glancing down at his son as he spoke. he didn’t answer for a moment, instead letting the words settle over him. “and where’s that for you, matthew?”
Prisoner....of JUSTICE! | Closed | Cynthia and Severa
"Yup!" Cynthia nodded as she boarded her Pegasus. "C’mon, prisoner." She watched as the other girl took her sweet time getting onto the flying horse, taking a seat behind her. "Off we go!" She exclaimed, and with a slight nudge from her feet to the horse’s side they were off, heading towards the bandit camp.
"Heh, get ready; our vigilance is about to be rewarded with a hearty amount of villain scum blood! I can only imagine those two’s- EEEK" Cynthia screamed as an array of shots narrowly striked them. "Crap, archers! Severa, quick, my javelin!" As she looked back an arrow struck her boot, pushing her foot off the stirrup and tipping her off the side of the horse. She grabbed the Mercenarie’s leg and held for dear life. "Ack… Sevvy! You’ve gotta steer us outta here… And quick!"
Needless to say, Severa once again groaned at Cynthia's endless nicknames she seemed to have for her. She was secured on the pegasus's back tightly. Then, a whole army of archers appeared. With a single yelp for help, Cynthia immediately grasped Severa's leg.
"You've gotta steer us outta here!" Cynthia exclaimed. Severa blinked, deciding to hand Cynthia her javelin first. With a gulp, Severa reached for the reins. You got this....mother is a pegasus knight. She actually did teach you how to ride one. But it didn't mean that I was good at it. Severa solemnly decided that she should just go ahead and attempt to steer them out of the way. No need for hesitation.....
Severa grabbed the reins, and tugged on them, hoping that the pegasus would respond. "....gods...." She muttered, "Please save us."
Lucky me!
2nd person has my muse as their prisoner for 24 hours
"……" Severa didn’t really know what to say. Ridiculous. She stared at the girl with the hero complex and simply sighed. “Gawds, why me?”
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Cynthia looked over the horse one last time before turning her attention back to her assaulter. “No, she’s fine…” She said, lips pursed with her eyes glaring. ‘You’re lucky nothing happened- or else super hero Cynthia would have to deal with you!’ She thought to herself. Just then, an idea popped in her head, and her intimidating demeanor vanished. “Sounds like you owe me, Noire!” She said, a hint of excitement escaping in her tone.
A wave of relief wash over her for the lack of injuries to the horse, however dread followed after not even a moment later with Cynthia's words. "I-I'm really sorry, C-Cynthia..! Y-You know I wouldn't do it on purpose." Noire whimpered, shying away from the Pegasus rider's gaze. "W-What do you want from me...?" Her eyes widened in fear, gulping at the girls new demeanor.
Cynthia bounced around Ylisstol square happily. Today was the day the merchants set up their trading tents, and she knew it was his job to refresh the stock on medical supplies. It wasn't long before she saw him talking to a trader about the pricing on some staves. After he handed the trader a sack of gold and turned around, heaving the staves, she jumped him from behind. "BRADY! I've been looking for you!!" She yelled. Surprised, the monk dropped the staves, scattering them across the ground.
Brady was at a merchant’s tent that specialised in carrying healing staves, and the supply in the convoy was running low. He was sent to buy some to replenish the supply. After having chosen the staves to buy, he picked them up which seemed to take a huge effort.
Cynthia popped up behind him and yelled making him drop all the staves and almost making him fall over. “Gah! Cynthia! Didn’t ya see me carryin’ all of those?!” He said rather frustrated, but quickly got a hold on his frustration as to not upset her. “Why have ya been lookin’ for me?”