Fearghas

APH OC for Scotland.Will be made public only after I build my own layout (and complete it)Not fucking Pixiv Scot

[teinesaorsa]

glorianabess:

Pine? Arthur, pine? Elizabeth wasn’t sure she had ever used that word to describe what Arthur acted like, and yet she couldn’t say that his sadness, and the level of upset historically documented wasn’t some level of pining; it had caused her reason to think staying away was what was best for them. “I’ll never ‘get over’ him,” she commented beneath her breath, brows frowned as she clutched her hood over red hair, red hair that was now slipping from the confines of that hood, and dangling down her captor’s back

Was it strange she had said that just before Fearghas made that suggestion? In a moment of realization, she used her core strength to lift herself up, and with her hands now on his shoulders, steadying herself to look into his face. “It’s not possible,” she replied faintly. “He did so much for me, in my first life, Fearghas. I…” She wasn’t selfless enough to make herself not love him to end his pain.

It did little to help – him twisting his neck some more and rolling the shoulder Elizabeth was draped over more toward his front, yet it was enough to sate the instinct to turn as she spoke to him. The Scot listened, quiet a moment, a sliver of otherworldly blue vivid and bright where light struck the eye between a part in his hair. Hair that was blown upward some in a gentle, though still audible sigh.

"Let me tell you something," even with how soft he still spoke his voice was smooth and steady, "If this were a magic any one of us could recreate on our own will there were humans who would have weaponised it by now. I don't know why the planet chose you. We may never know. What we do know is that the only wee bit of control we have over it is the ability to move on should we come to terms." Fearghas nodded to the head of the crowd, finding relief in the fact that Arthur had been kept well enough occupied that he hadn't spotted them yet. "What I'm saying is that he still loves you. He won't look at anyone else, he doesn't try. You would have to be the one; you're here only briefly each life, but he remains as the rest of us do."

Then, suddenly, he adjusted her and lifted his voice some. "With all I and Ireland know we can't intervene. Norway couldn't help even if we asked. So I'm taking you to my brother." He grinned to himself, sure it carried in his tone of voice (particularly with the intent to echo what she'd only just previously told him), and started back in that direction. "Because it's not possible for you to feel any different than he does."

[glorianabess]

Elizabeth was very ready to put up a fight, or a verbal one, however the Nation was far too quick, and set on his decision to contradict her, far before she had made any sort of concrete decision to stay away.

She made a yelp as she was swept up over Fearghas’ shoulder, a grunt following the impact despite his gentleness. She gave a couple kicks, which were stilled easily enough, and she gave a single cry of frustration before she buckled at the waist, pressing her face to the nation’s back.

Her hands held the hood of her jacket over the back of her head, letting out a softer, more upset sound at this point, but she didn’t struggle; in fact she remained limp, only holding the back of her head.

“Fearghas… Fearghas, please. I know you know it’s me, but… all the other times have ended so terribly, and I just want Arthur to not have to relive that again, okay? I’m trying to protect him. He’s your brother, and I know you fight all of the time, but please let me go so I can do this for him, won’t you?”

[teinesaorsa]

Although there was confusion all around them he knew the bewildered crowd was unlikely to intervene, and he held her tighter when she finally drooped against his back. At first Fearghas wanted to cut in but after thinking on it another moment he just huffed and waited her out. "No, I don't think I'm going to. I'm taking you to my brother; you two can figure it out from there."

He chewed the inside of his cheek, deciding to add on to that statement quickly enough. "You think you're protecting him even as he continues to pine. If he hasn't gotten over you in all this time he definitely never will. Same for you, right?" It didn't matter that Fearghas couldn't see her properly from this angle he still turned to look, the next words coming in soft and quiet. "You can end the cycle if you stop loving him."

[teinesaorsa]

If Fearghas was good at anything it was looking like a kicked puppy – except that it was typically done with a certain level of theatrics. This? This was a look of confusion and disbelief, one that would have been a lot more effective had his hair not fallen back in front of his face.

Did she really intend just to leave? He couldn't make out why, but he wasn't about to try and figure out if there were reasons beyond the probably obvious ones.

"No, you're not," Fearghas protested and he went for her. By nature Nations tended to be more capable than their people, sometimes as in the case of Alfred and Ivan to a superhuman degree, but for the rest of them that strength was more human. Fearghas wasn't by any means dainty, he was tall and quite fit, and out of the brothers he, as individuals, was physically stronger. And for his size he was very, very fast. On the other hand? Compared, he never had a cruel or cold touch, even when it became demanding.

He'd caught one of her arms before she could move it and, once certain she wasn't going anywhere, quickly dipped down to put his shoulder against her waist and promptly stood back up while pulling down on that arm.

Then he let go in favour of holding her legs down by the knees. "We're going this way," he sang and spun on a heel. Forget the cold, he was going to trot his way back through the crowd with his catch.

[teinesaorsa]

Good that she stopped – it was too cold to be running around. It could be worse, on the other hand. Much as he hated the snow at least it wasn't raining.

"Better me than Dan or Ivan, lassie." It was in poor taste to joke about Ivan, he knew, what with the few incidents involving his people taunting theirs within British territory. Ivan himself hadn't been involved in any of it and they all just sort of shrugged it off, figuring if it ever came to that it would be purely to piss off Alfred. It would work; it's been working. The real threat is that ever since his training under Gilbert, Alfred had remained active within the military and still was to this day. "Though I do not expect either to recognise you," he teased, voice ever lilting.

Whether her unease went unnoticed or he didn't quite care, Fearghas stepped toward her and away from the curious onlookers behind him. "Aren't you going in the wrong direction?" there was no malice in his voice though he moved closer. "The speech is about over."

[teinesaorsa]

I thought I posted this.

Apparently I didn't.

IT'S POSTED NOW.

[teinesaorsa]

Very, very quick concept draft of Aneira based on a description written in 2011. He lure form was supposed to look similar to some old unicorn paintings I once had, but much more exaggerated. She doesn’t..posture exactly like a horse, and that always makes it awkward for me. 

Last I drew her I did draw her more horse-like (here) because I was drawing live in paintchat and was like, “????” about her shape and how do you even

also tiny cloven hooves are a thing

[teinesaorsa]

More than any of them would admit they got off rather well with one another in quiet and by themselves. The siblings, as they always had, spent the holidays together. When just the two of them (as Fearghas and Arthur out of them all spent the most time together) they tended to huddle up in the quaint little house of Arthur's but it wasn't terribly often; there definitely wasn't a lot of space and if they convinced Alfred over that meant Matthew and Francis and sometimes Australia. Then the others from the Isles. This year, the first in several, it was just them. The boys were busy though they had come for Christmas, and Arthur's officials had requested his appearance at one of the celebrations in town for the New Years celebration so they made sure to have him home.

It was a particularly cold and grey morning, all the things he disliked, but he'd gone with Ireland and England into the city, though he wished they'd spent more time indoors. Arthur's promised presence had drawn much more people in than usual, something the mall and other shops would likely profit greatly from even for how terrible it made traffic on top of the snow they'd had the night prior, and he did his best not to hunch over or glower grumpily at the crowd.

Two hours in and Fearghas wound up with his hands under his arms inside his coat and stood with his ankles tightly together. He should have dropped him off and headed to France. How did Arthur keep such a straight back? He tried not to look unhappy when he finally decided he was too cold to pay attention to whatever it was that was going on behind them and what the announcer was saying. He noticed, as began letting his attention wander, that Arthur had moved very close to him though he still stood tidy and stiff and focused. I'm not the only one freezing, he thought and mused over stuffing the small blond into his coat. If Arthur wouldn't fuss about presentation...

Then a young woman caught his eye there among the people. Fearghas didn't know what drew his attention in with such demand until he focused hard on her. Arthur was...well, very bad at magic. His older siblings? Not so much, and Fearghas recognised a power that old. He stared squinted, pushed hair out of his eyes and stared some more, even with the rather sharp jab his little brother gave him, likely for being improper or distracted. He looked at him, met with a scowl while the former pirate attempted to figure out what he'd been looking at, then tried to find her again. Was that..? It was, wasn't it? It had to be. He knew about reincarnation and the bind that made it possible, and while he'd never witnessed it before now he was absolutely sure he knew what he saw and felt. Sure as the humans could feel what they themselves were. Fearghas told Arthur he'd find him later, was possibly scolded for it, and rushed forward into the crowd.

Blasted England! And curse these people! Couldn't they see he was trying to get around them, did they really need to cut in front of him like that? Fearghas was as tall, and taller, than most of the men in the crowd, including the ones beyond who had been trying to ask questions and gesturing for his attention, and could he bring Arthur down. Their appearance at these events were important to the humans but long ages have passed from when they had any real influence over their own namesake – usually their presence was for show. The military general public didn't know that. But right now he needed them to move.

Fearghas stumbled through the celebration and the snow, awkward in thick boots and the heavy coat, and terrible with ice as he managed down the stairs at last when he realised that the distance had been much greater than it seemed from above. He could almost catch up but being on ground level meant she could easily disappear between people so he shouted above the commotion "Wait!" as he went. Scotland ran as well as he could while weaving through, then at the last bit of the most packed area hurled himself through, forcibly shoving aside the last people in his path who looked at him indignantly and bewildered. "Elizabeth, wait!"