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[invisibleimpossibilities]

@wyvernbourne replied to your post:

LEAVE ME BE

Not until you learn how to be an engaging member of this army like everyone else. At least a little bit.

[fatalimusae-blog]

          { @wyvernbourne }

     Seeing the princess return from a battle with so much as a scratch on her was a rarity in and of its self, but to catch sight of her rushing through the air atop Marzia’s back like a bull at a gate was a near frightening sight. No matter how many others within the army tried to call her back, Camilla ignored their calls, cutting down any foe that somehow still remained in the skies, caring little as their blood rained down and splattered not only her weapon, but damaged armor as well. She was frantic. Where was he?

     She and Gerome had been split up during the fight, instilling fear in the heart of the Nohrian royal. Was he still alive? Why had he not returned? Calling out his name countless times, even as her voice began to hurt, she refused to cease her search - and thankfully so. Just as she was about to turn and attempt her search in another direction Camilla caught sight of a certain wyvern - Minerva!

     In the blink of an eye she and Marzia were plummeting downward, soon landing just beside the clearly on edge dragon. At least the poor injured thing could relax now that she was there. As expected the moment Marzia’s feet touched the ground Minerva let out a soft cry, lifting one wing to reveal her rider leaning there against her side, clearly in pain.

     ❝ Gods, Gerome! ❞ Though she stumbled in her rush to dismount the princess hurried to his side, falling to her knees the moment she arrived and began checking him over, brows knotting. ❝ Gerome, are you still awake? Please, speak to me...! ❞

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@wyvernbourne

It has to be painful for the both of them. For her, the dull yet intense pain of having several pounds of armor plating crash into her arms, and the weight of an entire human being threatening to outright rip off her limbs. For him, the sensation of landing in her arms ( softer than the ground but still slim, bony ) can’t be nice either. Had she caught him in a stasis field, neither of them would have suffered, but a wyvern being anywhere near her in the sky has Kat shivering with discomfort. Thinking clearly was off the menu the moment she saw the beast. 

To her credit, she does compose herself enough to lower them to the ground gently, even though the man’s armor is bruising her arms and she wants to get out of the air as fast as possible. He’s seriously heavy, but she doesn’t put him down just yet because who knows why he fell off his wyvern in the first place, she could seriously hurt him. There’s also the feeling of impending doom, knowing his steed would probably follow him down soon, which adds to the shaking of her arms. 

❝No, no, please tell your wyvern not to come here—please! I don’t want to be a snack!❞

[proeluim-blog]

         Nightwing.

[tactofties-blog]

@wyvernbourne || From Here!

    ABSOLUTELY NOT. Humoring him would have done Gerome any good, and it was not something he would ever look forward to. This whole ‘ bonding ’ exercise that they were being put through was nothing more than torment in disguise. And even worse with having to humor Morgan–and yet it would be better than Owain or Inigo by a longshot. Until the preference for a matching garment was announced from ecstatic tones that only seemed to fall on deaf ears.

      Terribly loud, something akin to a huff pushes past his lips. Shoulders snapping around to face the tactician’s son with narrowed brows. Fists relaxing from their clenching, standing tall with little to no humor to the thought of matching anything with anyone.

     ❝ NO. I prefer not. Can you not go pester someone who cares about this more than I ? I am certain it would be an easy find. Begone, I already said I was NOT participating. ❞

"I know you said you weren't," he responds, not missing a beat. "I also know you prefer to be left on your own -- or well, with Minerva. And don’t get me wrong, I'm not saying the outfits are necessary -- though I do think it would be neat to look like a real team. But I would like to at least spend a little time with you. I don't imagine it's good for you to keep yourself so isolated all the time and frankly it worries me, you know?"

One hand finds itself rubbing against the skin on the back of his neck, a touch EMBARRASSED by the admission and the way it came out in a HAPHAZARD ramble. Yet wide, lilac eyes look up at the other with EARNEST. He may not know Gerome particularly well, but he finds himself CONCERNED for him all the same. To him, they're friends REGARDLESS and as such he'd very much like to be here for Gerome so long as he's able, even if the other himself doesn’t believe that he needs anyone. &&. If still DENIED the opportunity to BOND with him now, it won't stop Morgan from continuing to try for as long as it takes. After all, that's what friends are for, right? To SUPPORT each other in spite of all else. 

“Perhaps we could just amble outside of camp for a while or you could sit down to dinner with all of us tonight?” 

[invisibleimpossibilities]

Robin with everyone else: Gets upset or startled or has a plan and throws things at them.

Robin with Gerome: Hangs around and pokes him with a stick until he starts throwing things at her.

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Should we get the chance to meet in this ... gauntlet ... I hope you know it’s nothing personal should we win. However doubtful ... just do not be an idiot and die out there.

“Wouldn’t it be pretty epic to meet on the battlefiled? For a friendly battle? We never really had time to spare in an amicable way before! If you were to beat me, I would not hold it against you, it would only mean you were better than me and I would continue to support you in the round after, just so you know!” Isn’t that what friends do after all?

“I would not die so easily over such an event! I have known far worse, as did you, and survived it all, didn’t I? Do not worry yourself, my friend!”

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Gerome vc: stop that