B-day!Crack: It is your birthday today, hurray! The Shepherds have planned an awfully good surprise for you. As good as it could be, with your mother dead after all. Gerome was attending as well. Best part? He was dressed up as a clown with Minerva as a serpent. "Birthdays.... are so--" A loud 'TWERK IT' played in the background as Gerome rips off his clown clothing to reveal a speedo with Minervykins on it, twerking with an indifferent expression. "Your fate... is this."
{{BRITT FUCKING BLESS OMG I’M JUST GONNA LIE DOWN OVER HERE AND BUST MY SPLEEN THIS IS FANTASTIC THANK YOUUUUUUUUU}}
[Belated birthday present for Britt!! Because she is crack and boobmaster and she is a lovely person WHISPERSPROMOTINGYOUGUYSGOFOLLOWHERIFYOUHAVEN'TALREADY. AND HAPPY BELATED BRITT YOU WONDERFUL PERFECT PERSON.
Oneshot, Lon'qu x Soren.]
Perhaps it was by this kindred spirit that they met, two icebergs on a collision course. Perhaps it was this mutual understanding of how cruel the world could be, and how agonizing the scars of the past were, that drew them together. Whatever it was, it kept them together. And slowly, they began to peek out from their arctic shells. Slowly, spring did come, and with the spring came the thaw. Slowly, they learned how to trust... to love. For the first time in many years, they remembered the warmth of another's embrace, how it felt to be truly happy, truly safe. And the spring was good to them, nurturing them and their beautiful relationship.
But being frozen for so long, they forgot that even the blossom known as love had its thorns. And they forgot how treacherous summer's storms could be.
"LON'QU!!"
His scream split the air, a sound that momentarily muted the roar of combat. All he could see was the swordsman's form, seemingly slowly slipping to the ground. No. This wasn't happening. He should have seen that attack coming. He should have been able to evade it, to retaliate at moment's notice. He was the tactician of the Greil Mercenaries. Where had his years of strategic prowess gone wrong!? Arms reaching forward, his feeble mage's build barely enough to keep from getting himself pinned beneath the Feroxi's lithe muscular frame. Cradling him, shaking him.
"Lon'qu! Lon'qu, answer me! Lon'qu!"
The enemy bellowed as it launched another attack. Furious ruby orbs seared with unbridled glacial fury as a gale howled to life around him.
"I won't forgive you."
The tempest tore as mercilessly as his voice, rending the foe asunder. They boy turned his attention back to the inert man in his arms. Blood ran crimson rivulets down Lon'qu's temple, matting his brown-black bangs where his skull had taken the brunt of the blow.
"Hang on, Lon'qu. I'll get you to a healer. Lon'qu, stay with me. Open your eyes, Lon'qu! Lon'qu--!"
No response. The Feroxi remained still, limp in the wind mage's arms. This is your fault, a voice in his head whispered. You did this to him. You should have prepared better...
Delicate mage's hands gripped the callous one of a swordsman as Soren sat by his bedside, brow resting against unresponsive fingers. Lon'qu had survived - physically. But he would not wake. Save for the swaths of bandaging that bound his head and visible parts of his body, the man would have looked to all the world a sound sleeper. But the boy knew better. He had been there to witness it. He had been the first person they'd told the news to.
"...I'm sorry." His voice, husky with tears and broken to a whisper, still sounded like an explosion in the quiet infirmary. "It's my fault. I should have seen it coming. And now, because of me..."
He couldn't bring himself to say it. What was worse? The blunt finality of death, or this gnawing uncertainty, never knowing when - or if - Lon'qu would ever wake again? The ebon-haired youth gritted his teeth as he fought the fresh wave of tears.
"I... I'll wait for you. You know I will, right?" He tried to smile; it came out crooked, bent out of shape from the emotions that clenched at his heart. "I'm Branded. I'll live for another several hundred years. I have time. So... so I'll wait for you. Forever. I'll wait for you until you wake up. So... just remember that. Okay?"
Even if he were to relive countless lifetimes as an accursed, despised Branded. Even if he were to be in perpetual stasis, locked in this winter without certain end. He would wait.
He'd waited so many years for the spring to come before. He was used to waiting.
{{Okay so this is meant to be a 3-person birthday present, for Soren, his mun Lucia, and swift-strikes' mun Britt because their birthdays are so close together!!
And it works perfectly because their muses are in a relationship. Not exactly Sor'qu but it's still a pair picture. Soren's apron is supposed to be longer but IGOTLAZY AND I'M SORRY FOR THE CRAPPY BACKGROUND I CAN'T GET SAI OR PHOTOSHOP TO WORK TO CLEAN IT UP.
[[Me? Oh, that’s a tough one, and I don’t think I can choose just one! Britt is my wonderful Boobmaster, and Viv is my wave buddy, C is my feels senpai, and Lucia is my Branded buddy, and Ilya is Ilya, and Syao is my darling Lissa, and Grima is my wyvern cousin, and Ernesto is Ernestno, and Thom is Thom, and Aly is Aly, and George is Jamie, and Jacob is Jacob, and Eon is Eon, and Libra too, and Ken my dearest nephew and oh god there are a lot and I’m leaving some people out I know it because HAH I’m very tired right now and can’t think properly ;w; and there are a lot of people that I’m becoming close to, but this is just to name a few.
So yep. There isn’t just one. I love everybody, and I don’t think I have a favorite. I’m just really really happy whenever even one of them is on. This is a happy place for me.]]
gosh i h8 dis russet qurl mhm she is too fabulous for me to handle so imma h8 u because i am a nasty person i love u too much so imma h8 u ok go away with dem awesome RP skills
