#soleivagant

[noircisaint]

Big second best energy. :^)

“Every time you attempt to tell me I am second best it just shows your insecurities bright and vibrant, Ruler. There is no need to feel so insufficient about yourself and try to drag me down with your bout of low self-esteem. After all, shouldn’t it be me feeling lacking since I am the copy?” 

Jeanne’s big _______ energy | @soleivagant

[imperterritus-moved-blog]

💖 -winku!-

holding hands. | not accepting.

【 ♕ 】- It was such a breath-taking sight, a majestic land that she had once lived on. Filled with such vast fields of green and the sky that seemed like a perfect blue, Artoria was both honored to see a part of France and to meet her as well — Jeanne D’Arc. Working together to go against the Dragon Witch proved to be a task that would allow no rest but just this once, while her Master was taking rest, the Maiden of Orléans felt like taking a moment to reminisce about the land which she once thread upon.

A metallic hand would reach outwards to grasp onto hers evidently, as she led the King of Knights through the beautiful meadows that were littered with petite flowers of varying colours. Coupled with the silent rustling of the grass and the soft wind caressing their cheeks, Artoria would quietly follow and listen to her wonderful tales before death. She was nothing but strong in her eyes, to keep such crystallised kindness within her heart when the world could only offer nothing but cruelty and betrayal. 

Their meeting and conversations had eventually become something that would inspire Artoria greatly,  for even after her death – she was still learning, still trying to become someone that could be rightfully called ‘King’. Stopping in their paths before a lake, the King’s gaze would peek at her from underneath those golden locks, and ocean ellipses would only soften at the sight of Jeanne’s happiness. Her armored hand that had remained loose upon her grip would eventually tighten to give her a slight squeeze whilst the Saber would turn to face her.

“ It is my honor to hear of your memories within this land — and I can truly see why you wished to protect it so much, “ she paused in her words, raising their intertwined palms to rest another hand atop of hers, “ even after death, these moments do not escape us — though some of them are bad, I think it is a reminder of who we are. “

So we do not lose ourselves. | @soleivagant

[burdensword]

soleivagant

"If... if it is any consolation, Saber, I have the utmost respect for your leadership."

          【♛】—— ❝  I do greatly appreciate your respect in full, RULER. For I could not expect as being deserving of praise by a powerful saint as yourself. Of course, my heart shall carry regrets over my once leadership as King. That much I can confess to being true however I shall not separate myself from that image. Discarding what I used to be may as well leave me with nothing to offer our Master. I am the former King of Britain though I raise my sword for the sake of humanity’s salvation of this era. My country shall always breath strongly within my chest, never to forget this burden. That is the only thing I cannot agree to nor will I ever commit to doing so.  ❞

[elusivemaster-moved]

soleivagant

  “I am a strong independent Master that needs no...

thinking emoji

HOLDS JEANNE’S HAND

[leorexfilius]

@soleivagant || continued from here ||

“...No, I figure I’d know ya face outta all the others. You’re the odd one out, after all. And hell, you ain’t dressed in black and threatening to cut my head off, so I know you ain’t that Alter for sure.”

What kind of strange game was she playing at now?

“What’s your angle, D’arc?”

[regisumbra]

         Could she not? “You wrongly make an assumption about my mood—which could be excused—but then you follow up with an insult, an apology, and a inquiry about my title. Pray tell, Ruler, is it friend or foe you wish to make of me?” They’re stepping on eggshells around them and Mordred was like a landmine with a wish for them to stop their dance around them, lest they’re stupid enough to step on it. “Let me know who and what I’m talking to here...” Just in case this was going to turn ugly, Mordred steps to Jeanne, his emerald hues glimmering with danger beyond the shade his blond tresses provided. 

@soleivagant | continued

[fionasiroes]

@soleivagant:

I'd rather not clean up messes today.

Your words mean nothing here, Ruler. Choosing sides when any and all Rulers should be neutral.

[noircisaint]

“Actually no. We say ‘Damn Satan’. Anyone who says ‘hail satan’ has already shown themselves to be weak. Satanic selection will come for them and weed the weaker out. It’s rather idiotic to think that we would say anything that would come relate to praising.”