#muse:archer

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[spiritusmuses]

Archer Cross

Age: 36

Occupation: Ex-Army Ranger, Teacher.

Archer was a child so full of life. As they say, a kid is always fearless. He grew up spending time with his father on the weekends and his single mother during the week. He was a product of a fling. When he was ready to hit the world on his own it was no surprise that seeking something and running from an alcoholic father Archer left his younger half-brother and his mother behind. He was enjoying his career as a ranger until he got hurt in action. He spent a few years adjusting to his new world, and discharged from the army after loosing his hearing he is no longer the apple of the man’s eye. Not that he cares, he settled in to teaching fourth grade and began working with at risk youth, helping teens through the pressure of high school and beyond. He’s not perfect but he hopes helping other kids in crappy situations that it will absolve him of some of the guilt he carries.

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Curious person, she was. Of all people, of all the men she could have won, she took the ragged heart of his, figuratively. He still couldn’t understand why the fuck an organ that pumps blood to one’s vessel is such a popular symbol of love. But he knew this much— she would get annoyed if he asks that. He decided to put that question aside. Maybe it’s because you’re most likely to die when you lose your heart, he pored. You give someone the power to decide your life and death. That sounded like great idiocy in his head. Only fools would give away their life for someone else. But then he realized that he had already done it before, and most likely would do the same again and again. He was one of the godfuckingdamn fools. That should anger him, but it didn’t. It was quite alright. The countless times he was brought down by the life, taking shots and bleeding out. To be strong, to be unbroken, he had fought the battles alone. Everyone is here for themselves, and everyone should fight on their own— that’s what he thought. He was wrong. No war is won by a soldier. He may have forgotten that simple principle over the years. And if he has to choose his comrade for this war called life, from these idiots called people, he would choose her. It’s her he wants by his side, the one he would entrust his life.