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@wolfstance
“Ooh, how neat! I think that’s a really cool pose there!”
❝ it’s not only a pose, ❞ jean answers, locked into falcon stance at the time, feeling how it left his muscles less tensed, ready for a quick strike. ❝ it’s a stance, and it helps when i fight. ❞
Bravely Ship week day 2: Mistletoe / Gift
I was replaying bravely second and found this:
YEW LITERALLY WILL NEVER LET YOU SELL JANNE’S SWORD EVEN IF YOU HAVE 2 OF THEM OMFG. IT’S JANNE’S NOBODY CAN EVER TOUCH IT EVER. Because Yew believes that one day he’ll be able to return it to Janne.
Also i never get to draw Janne crying so lol. Sorry it’s rushed.
falconstance.
@wolfstance
“Jean, what’s that you got in your mouth? And why are you staring at me like that?” Cue the staring at the taller male.
❝ oh, you really don’t know, yew? ❞ talking while balancing a stick of pocky proved to be a slightly challenging, but it’s a feat that can be done as proven by jean’s intelligible speaking. ❝ it’s pocky, since i felt the need for some on pocky day. there’s even a game involved. ❞ aka the reason why he’d been staring at yew in the first place. in all likelihood, yew would back down; until jean tries to provoke him into it.
badlyplanned:
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justgenealogy.
“No, Sir.” Everyday he learned something new around his fathers. If it wasn’t combat training with Jean, it was a off-hand lecture from Yew. The shortest member of their family was like a walking encyclopedia - a fount of knowledge. Yurgen wanted to be stronger in mind, body, and spirit. Drawing inspiration from these two strong men in his life. Day by day he learned more what it meant to be Yurgen Juste Geneolgia-Balestra. He wanted to prove himself. In a way … he was thanking them for giving him a name and a home.
“Good thing he trusts you then. Not like you’d leave my training to anyone else.” He turned a fond smile to his father. “Tell me another story when we get back, okay?” He focused back on the pumpkin patch, quickly thinking up a strategy best suited for this situation. If it was an ambush, he’d have to act on the defensive. What did Jean’s defensive stance look like again…
“The best pumpkin. Only the best for our family!” Give it the Geneolgia coup de gravy! A voice that sounded like Yew said in his head. He moved and positioned himself on the defensive, removing his sword from the sheath. A spell on his lips. En garde.
A rustle to his left. Yurgen brought up his sword to block a swinging vine. The vine entangled around his blade. Meeting the monster in the “eyes” he uttered a single word: “Fire.” A flame lit up the blade burning the vine. He dodged the counterattack - lunging in for the kill.
in a casual setting, he’d tell yurgen to drop the formalities; but now is the time to be serious, to prepare for anything, and he nodded at his son’s answer. of course, it’s easier to look as if he’s studying every bit of yurgen’s movements and the area around them to block any attacks his son didn’t see coming, since he’s had plenty of practice of hiding away his thoughts from the world. ❝ as the fencer protege of the balestra house, naturally i wouldn’t leave your training to just anyone. i’ll find a good story, but i’ll tell you a great story about yew if you manage to defeat plenty of enemies, ❞ jean answered, grinning. oh he had plenty of good stories about yew from their school days; since those were the happiest memories, as they were times yew trusted him fully, before the betrayal.
he’ll tell yurgen stories, but not the truth; not yet.
❝ not bad, ❞ he remarked at the spell, watching as it gave yurgen the advantage over the plant based enemies, their vines quickly turning to crisps. that’s definitely yew’s teachings since jean never focused on the magic side of things, always preferring to stay physical with a blade. jean thought it too cowardly of himself if he fought from far away rather than up close and personal. his son has come far with his magic, long past the days of embers and uncontrollable flames at least, even mixing it up with copies of the fencer’s stances. ❝ just make sure to leave a pumpkin behind at least for us to carve, instead of having it for dinner roasted. ❞
@wolfstance
“When you said we’d be hunting for a pumpkin, I didn’t think you’d mean hunting one down.” Clearly there was a misunderstanding. It did make him wonder if they could use the monster after they were done. Wouldn’t that be wrong and disrespecting the monster’s remains after they killed it?
Yurgen had fond memories of picking out pumpkins for jack o’lanterns during the fall harvest season. As he grew up he learned to carve his own designs in the festive symbol. His shorter father tended to get more excited over the holidays, using his new family as an excuse. With that excuse the teen had a feeling he didn’t completely know what his relatives had been like. He figured he was at an age to know more of the truth now.
He tightened his sword belt and straightened his clothes, keeping pace with Jean’s longer strides. It was thanks to his father’s teachings in preparedness and self-defense that he even regularly carried around the weapon. He had only been able to once he had learned enough about swordsmanship that it was acceptable.
❝ did you really think i would take you out somewhere without having some sort of training being involved, yurgen? ❞ jean questioned, leading them both further in where the pumpkin enemies tend to hang around at this time of year. it’s always yew’s idea to have them all have a little bit of fun by searching for pumpkins to carve, except for that one time jean brought up the great pumpkin, but the fencer protege had other plans for their son. it’d be easy enough for yurgen to practice, yet if he were in a pinch, jean can help; and it’s all in the seasonal feel.
❝ you’re already past the age where i’ve been in serious battles, but yew would kill me if anything happen to you, ❞ he said, coming to a stop once they made it to a large field; pumpkins of all sizes around them. since the enemies could blend in easily like this, it would test yurgen on his abilities to stay on guard. yew may just throw a fit already, hearing that jean had taken him out so far for training, but that would not be new. ❝ so i’ll help you if it comes to it, but this is for you to show me how far you are. ❞
and the aim is to find the best pumpkin, which were surrounded by the most foes. ❝ then you can bring the pumpkin and show yew what you were able to do on your own. ❞
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【 meme 》 @falconstance 》 accepting 】
❝ are you feeling my hair up or are you needing to hide in it again? ❞ jean asked casually, but intentionally wanted to have yew react. but the memories of having the shorter boy hide in his hair ( but it worked! ) is always a funny one.
celestialfriend.
@wolfstance
“I’m sorry.” He bowed in the direction of the approaching long-haired man. “Is this a private area? It looked abandoned. I couldn’t go to sleep just yet, so I’m working off energy by going through my artes.”
Sorey let his sword arm fall to his side. He’d draped his cloak over and placed his book on top of a low stone wall. The brunette had missed the freedom of traveling without his cloak back home. The Shepherd’s cloak was a symbol all over of the one who would bring light and hope to a war torn world. If people recognized it for what it was. It was a relief to be free of the weight and be Sorey, the boy from Izuchi once again.
❝ huh? ❞
he didn’t expect to find anyone else up at this time of night, other than perhaps a shopkeeper closing up, but hearing that the other male had been up for training jean studied the weapon the brunet carried and the odd looking mantle. the only light provided came from the scant streetlights that lined the roads and the moonlight, but jean managed, and wondered where the guy figured he would be going anywhere with that.
❝ it’s not like you’re out in anyone’s yard, so no one should care much, ❞ jean answered, since having crystalguard members, himself included, weapons out training isn’t a special sight to see in gathelatio. ❝ i guess you must be working on something artistic, because what even is that? it’s too decorated to be a mere practice sword, but it has no edge. ❞
Yew’s Diary entry for Vendetta.
@falconstance | *
❝ tch, you have no idea. none of them i considered a friend, yet they all easily believed this acting i did in front of them, as if my smiles and laughing were real. sure did make this easier for me to kill them all with their guards down, that’s for sure. ❞ jean’s words carried truth: he truly didn’t hold any remorse for his actions. no, not after all that the shepherd and his disciples have done and having the gall to say it’s done in the sake of ‘good.’
❝ you’re so blind to what’s really going on, yew! ❞ jean exclaimed, now pointing his rapier yew’s way, every bit serious to make the shorter boy join with the others on the ground. ❝ your father must have painted you a pretty picture to what really goes on. like everyone is so happy, as well as the seraphim, but you’re still in the dark. it doesn’t help that you decided to follow along in his steps. ❞
shaking his head, jean stepped forward. ❝ i’m going to end this right here, right now. so fight, yew! fight me like you mean it! ❞
falconstance.
“But Jean! Mushrooms taste great with gravy! And fried mushrooms shouldn’t be much different! C’mon - try it! Fried mushrooms and gravy… our two favorite foods combined in one glorious combination! It could be a new taste sensation!”
If there was one thing Yew could get passionate about other than his studies, it was gravy. It’d come to the point where he’d sample any and all of that type of condiment in his travels but still think his gravy’s the best. If Jean liked his gravy (and he never liked gravy), surely Yew made some good gravy.
he kinda doubts that mushrooms taste that good with gravy, and if it had been anyone else cooking, then jean would stand by it; but he’s had yew’s cooking before, and the shorter male can make a five star meal out of simple ingredients. or he kept a spice rack on him. considering yew keeps that large tent on him for any number of reasons, jean can’t strike out the idea just yet. ❝ ugh, i’m not going to get out of this one, am i? ❞ he groaned, then motioned to the chair next to him. ❝ then you’re going to sit down and have some too. if i don’t like it, i can at least slide it over to you. ❞
Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
Anne Carson, Grief Lessons (via antigonick)
every corner that jean passed, he could find another student with their nose in a book, muttering things to themselves, and a snack in their other hand, wandering the grounds until their next class; but this scholarly atmosphere isn’t free from rumors and idiotic acts of courage to prove oneself. one such example would be climbing the tower then back down, though most seemed to not even go along with the idea. jean’s heard of it, but never felt the need to go through with it, since why would he have to prove his courage anywhere else but in battle? so, he ignored it, readying himself for the plan, up until a certain night.
being a nocturnal type of person, jean began to make his way to his dauly night stroll, but didn’t make it past the bridge as a group of students lined up along the way, their attention turned up towards the top of the tower. it didn’t take a genius to figure out what’s going on, but perhaps it could be interesting for once.
❝ what’s up? ❞ jean asked, faking his curiosity to seem like he cared, his gaze too turning up. most of his classmates knew how young jean is, but he brought laughs to nearly everyone when they didn’t irritate him, but they also knew not to mess with him as they’ve seen how he is with a rapier.
❝ the geneolgia kid tried doing the test of courage by climbing the tower,” one of them, a three star, answered. hearing that name, jean turned to make sure that he hadn’t been mistaken but there surely wasn’t anyone else even close to having such a prestigious family name like that around here. ❝ he climbed it up earlier, but it’s been over an hour and he still hasn’t come back down. we’re not sure if he fell over the edge or what. ❞
‘how thoughtful,’ jean thought, saying out loud, ❝ it’d be pretty bad for you lot then if he fell over the side while you were watching.” at pointing out that fact, the others cursed lightly, realizing their mistake. ❝ aw hell, he’s probably stuck up there and not knowing how to get back down. better get up there, and help him down.”
this is it. the chance he’d been searching for. climbing up, pointedly ignoring the fact that the students left quickly as to not get caught in what could happen, keeping his mind trained to not slip up and fall down to his own death, jean knew that this little step could help set up everything that will happen in the future. the school semester barely started, but quite honestly jean felt that an opportunity had fallen into his lap to speed up this meeting to get it over with.
--and it appeared in the form of a small shaking frame, gripping tightly to the stone decorating the tallest point as if his life depended on it, as jean worked on being able to stand on his own two feet after climbing all the way up. ❝ hey...” he said lowly, raising a brow at the sight in front of him, ❝ don’t tell me you’ve been up here this entire time like this? you know, it’s not that hard to climb back down. ❞
Janne and Magnolia from demo version.
“Please let’s just go back, please.”
【 rp starters: betrayal 》 @falconstance 》 accepting 】
❝ forget it, yew, nothing you say will change my mind! ❞ he yelled, glaring hatefully at the shorter boy for his continued endeavor to make jean give up his plan. if he does this, then he can erase his doubting self; can erase the time that they had been close friends. ❝ what is it going to take to get it it through your thick skull?! if you don’t fight back like you mean it, then none of this has any meaning! ❞
he knows that yew can be strong; and he wants that strength to be used against himself, to prove it all once and for all.
RP starters: Betrayal
“I thought I could trust you!”
“I should’ve known.”
“Are you just going to leave me here?!”
“Where are you going?”
“Why did you do this?”
“Don’t. I don’t need to hear your pathetic excuses anymore.”
“You can still do the right thing!”
“You knew about this all along, didn’t you?”
“I will remember this…”
“I thought we were friends!”
“Please let’s just go back, please.”
“This is a joke, right? Right?”
“What are you doing? What…?
“I still believe there is a good person in you.”
“It was necessary.”
“Did you really think I cared about you?”
“This was my plan all along.”
“There was no other way.”
“How cute. Struggle all you want, you won’t be leaving this place.”
“This is what you get from trusting me.”
“It’s too late to go back.”
“I’m sorry this had to go down like this.”
“That’s right, I lied.”
“It’s all for a good cause.”
“You were so stupid. You should’ve known.”
“Just so you know.. I don’t regret anything.”
“Shame. I kind of liked you.”
“This is my responsibility.”
