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[lastdxnce]

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     Brown eyes careen towards the wyvern rider, wide and around as he grips the axe so tightly in a calloused and battle-worn grip.  It had just been a simple sentence--Gerome was not a man of many words--but it had been enough that Inigo had turned from the tide of oncoming soldiers to face his comrade--at times, he might even call the other a friend. 

     "Gerome--no." He said, pale brows pinching in a way that made him look all too young for the red that decorated his outfit. "I know she's important to you----she's important to us all---but...!" 

     He glances over to the spot in question, where a lone figure fought valiantly, though not without a great deal of struggle. "There's archers. They'll shoot you down before you can reach her! Suicide is not the answer!" His chest heaved, heart pouding from more than the exertion.  He couldn't say that, were he in Gerome's position, he would not rush to the side of those in need as well--would not throw himself in the line of danger for the sake of a woman--but the thought of someone else doing it, somehow, was more than he could stand. 

     "We can fight our way through them! We'll get to her, I promise! Don't kill yourself when there are yet other routes--every death is a loss. Don't get yourself killed when there's opportunities to live, Gerome----!"

[sxkra-blog]

maskedrxder replied to your post:{ Would anyone like to plot or anything? My Ara...

ooc; I would c: even tho my muse is kinda hard to talk to sometimes

{ I sent a message to your inbox but tumblr might have eaten it ..,, oops

[drageryter]

maskedrxder replied to your post:       /motherly noises

mOTHER

MY DARLING SON!!!

[lastdxnce]

「 maskedrxder 」

          "Hey! Gerome!" The clatter of footsteps and all at once, the pale-haired man is walking alongside the wyvern rider, keeping pace without seeming to expend much effort at all despite the brisk pace. "Have you given any more thought to my offer? Think about it--a night on the town, you, me, all the women you could ever dream of, real food, a soft bed--you don't even need to answer. Can tell you want to go by the look in your..." His curled smile falters just slightly. "... The look in your eyes."

[milesatrix-blog]

「♞」-- let us not say farewell.

      He is well aware of what their arrival entails. 'Tis bittersweet, were this to be called an ending, that their tactician had needed to... depart, in order to arrive at where they currently stand. But that his liege had fully believed that she would return, he only need express the same faith, and pray to the gods that they be rewarded with its truths. Victories were to be celebrated, certainly not mourned that such would signify the end of their camaraderie. A few others had expressed their concerns over it in their final travels, before once again arriving in Ylisse. In truth he'd not thought himself as one to worry over such matters. And perhaps he does not, fully believing they would all see each other once more... Yet... The exception comes perhaps, to the brave young men and women who've crossed the bounds of time to change the future, as it were.

      And he stands proud, for among them, the boy whose back is turned as he approaches, is one of whom she shares the same blood. A boy who'd reluctantly called him 'Father', that since then he's thought to make more attempts to get to know the boy. Though refusing to acknowledge that fact, so it seemed, from his previous attempts... He would certainly try again. Especially now that he's certain Gerome would wish to part with him, perhaps in the days to come. Clearing his throat before he speaks.

      "Gerome, might I have a word?" Though partly he worries that he would accomplish little from such a request and that the boy would escape him again. "If you would grant me a moment of your time to speak of a few matters I'd like to address, I would be grateful." Once he spoke with the intent to heal his wounds, but the boy would not view him as he does the man he'd once called Father. It seemed the previous instance allowed for his acceptance, if only partially. Albeit with reluctance. Perhaps he aims to find out?

      "...My son." Regardless he speaks, if only because he is proud to call him as such.

[letalisoris]

                                                            maskedrxder

               ☀--"Gerome," Came a stark greeting. It was a rather quiet day in the Shepherds                campgrounds and Severa found herself at quite the awful bore. Sadly for Gerome,                she'd decided to take this opportunity to bother him. She somewhat knew him                from the past--but heck, the memories were vague and the girl was hardly even                able to determine what he looked like without the strange mask of his that he wore                all the time. It almost bugged her, even.

               Severa wasn't sure what to say, although the main point on her mind is just to                question him bluntly. More than annoyed--she was curious. And it was bad for the                thief to be casually curious about something. She was persistent.

                         "----How is the day treating you, hm?" She didn't even                          bother to cover it up with a tone that meant she was                          genuinely asking the question--Severa assumed he already                          knew that she was here purely to talk to somebody.                          Although, she figured she'd be more annoying to him than                          anything. Oh well.

[epitomizingperfection-blog]

imagine gaius saying this to gerome while hes slowly dying on the battlefield bc gerome said he wouldnt show a glimpse of emotion since he was only there to protect him and gaius tries to be a wise guy ow ok i hurt myself ok

bittersweet—lethality said omfg gET OUT

maskedrxder said: ooc; hOW dARE U??? im sob

As he was thrown off his wyvern, his mind entered a state of utter chaos — he was paralyzed, unable to move any part of his body be it his head or his axe arm. 

The last thing he heard was Minerva roaring as she was separated from her master in battle, then the world seemed to go quiet for a split second, up until he was knocked to the ground violently by a flash of orange.

Gaius?

He opened his eyes again after regaining his composure, looking up to see a lance impale his father’s stomach, right before a finishing blow was landed onto the enemy. 

Scrambling, he immediately got up to fetch a vulnerary, an elixir, something that would help. He didn’t know why he was suddenly so desperate — he’d vowed to show no emotion, but why was it that he was fearful? He told himself that his emotions would not get in the way of completing his task of seeing his parents through the war.

"Don’t waste that on me, kiddo—" 

"S-Shut up and accept it."

The thief chuckled, only to wince as the spear moved painfully inside his body.

"Hah.. I knew you wouldn’t be able to see it through.. But it’s.. okay.. You’re just a kid.." He smirked, his famous one sided grin spread across his face as he motioned his son down to ruffle his hair one last time. 

"Take care of her.. Or you’ll really get it from me—" 

"You are perfectly capable of doing so yourself! Don’t spew such nonsense—"

But he was crying behind his mask. Of course he wanted to conceal that desperately, but he was so ashamed. He knew he failed. 

"Stubborn.. ‘till the end, eh..?" Gaius let out a painful groan before he went still.

The rider knelt before his fallen father, silently cursing himself as he realized that fate would never grant him his wish.

[letalisoris]

☣ ♜ ♛

☣ :Character my muse respects greatly.

Lucina. Lucina is strong with great aspirations and lets nothing stand in her way.

♜ :My muse’s best friend.

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♛ :OTP for my muse

Lastly, this one is more of a normal ship than an OTP, Owain and Severa’s supports surprised me. But I want to mention it anyways though, again, not so much an OTP. I was like haaaaaah this is going suck. But they were actually nice. Severa genuinely hurt Owain’s feelings and then went and solved it in a good and kind way. She told him not to care what others thought of him and then you find out in their S Support that she names her weapons too. ….Huehueee. ‘Owain’, Severa. im.