Fidelity

Gerome, son of Cherche, with a wyvern for a best friend. If I must fight, I will fight to protect those I care for. || Independent Gerome from Fire Emblem: Awakening. Please read rules before interacting.

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wyvernofthenight

Severa looked to the masked Wyvner rider and tilted her head. She narrowed her eyes and squinted obverseing his face. “Gerome… I don’t think I’ve ever seen your actual face…. Even though we’ve known each other for awhile… It’s kind of weird.”

[wyvernofthenight]

≪☪≫  "Weird?" He repeated, looking a little tense. He supposed he should have expected this sooner or later. A few of the other Shepherds had given him a strange look or two. Yet this seemed more unsettling, given they had known each other longer, traveled from the future and all.

     "I just prefer to keep my emotions hidden and in check. Is there something wrong with that?"

[wyvernofthenight]

[inactive]

(I'm sure a lot of people already assumed this, but I'm going to make it official. If you are following quite a few of my RP blogs you might see this pop up several times on your dash.

The point being.

Until further notice this muse is inactive. Someday I might come back on, but as of right now it is unlikely. I'm sorry if you were looking forward to interactions with me on here, but I have lost the muse.)

[foodforflowers]

;—≼☽≽ “Oh, it sounds as if the grump meister has awak- oh my gods.” And then a loud chuckle crossed from his lips and Inigo had to cover his mouth to block most of it.

     ”Why, Gerome, I never knew your interests was to put on a show!” Look who’s here.

[wyvernofthenight]

     "Why don't you shut your mouth before I feed you to Minerva? You might be a little less meat than she usually likes, but maybe you'll have some taste overall." He felt so exposed. The wind touching his skin was the obvious clue that he was.

[accursedchild-deactivated202006]

   “What happened?” Morgan inquired with a slight tilt of her head, ears flopping over. Thankfully for Gerome, she couldn’t see the outfit he was currently stuck in.

[wyvernofthenight]

     "Oh I... someone just messed with my apparel. Changed me out of it. Gods, it's drafted." He tried to pull on the skirt, instead only resulting in pulling it down in such a way it showed that fine ass. So the skirt quickly got pulled up again.

[wyvernofthenight]

     "I am going to murder whoever put me in this." He stood up now in a pink tutu. Shirtless. Shoeless. And quite angry.

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[ask-yandere-john]

[foodforflowers]

"I sense someone is being in their little prissy moods this night." And look who it was but the mercenary himself. "Sounds like you need a case of Inigo to get some cheeriness up in here."

[wyvernofthenight]

     "How about no." The wyvern rider crossed his arms not even wanting to deal with that at the moment. Anything but that. Perhaps someone needed him to fetch wood or something else. So he turned to start walking away...

[accursedchild-deactivated202006]

   “Ohhh, I see. Yeah, I can see the problem…” she mused, brow furrowing slightly.

   “Well, maybe I can help with that. What do Wyverns eat?” Morgan inquired. She was certain that she had a book on it somewhere, but trying to find it would be needlessly complicated.

[wyvernofthenight]

     "Anything meat really. However it has to be still a bit... alive for her to eat it." That was the biggest catch really. "She'll eat anything that's still kicking. Fish, deer, pigs..." He shrugged.

     "Even the few unfortunate cats I couldn't save from her."

[occisanovae-archive]

"…Is it safe to ask what happened?" The tactician blinked. She tried to become more..sociable. Hopefully this’ll work.

[wyvernofthenight]

     "No." Sorry tactician, you should probably try being sociable with someone who actually is sociable themselves. "...Just a matter I had been waiting to get done did now so now it is late." Good show of not being awkward, Gerome.

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[accursedchild-deactivated202006]

   “Yeah, that sounds pretty annoying.”

   “Did somethin’ happen?”

[wyvernofthenight]

     "A certain person in camp said they were going to bring me something for Minerva to eat, since I am unwell, and haven't followed through with it." He sighed, glancing at his arm that was currently in a sling.

[wyvernofthenight]

     "I hate when a person says they're going to do one thing and then doesn't follow through with it."

[wyvernofthenight]

|| closed RP with wings-ofjustice

     "Hello Cynthia." He nodded to her as he passed to go to Minerva. Cynthia was grooming her pegasus at the moment. He smiled a little. She had been following her mother's advice after then on how to take better care of her mount. Good. While he didn't know much about pegasus care, he knew that it was definitely lacking in some areas.

[lostmemorytactics]

"Mm... hello, Morgan."

Morgan found herself a bit surprised to see Gerome coming on over to her like he had. Not that she had a problem with that. “Hello Gerome. Can I help you?”

[lostmemorytactics]

"Arteus is the name of my wyvern companion. And Ori is the six month year old baby I’ve been taking care of." She said towards the wyvern rider, once again trying to read his expression after saying those words towards him. "I’ve gotta be staying safe after all. I’m the only daughter for my father after all."

[wyvernofthenight]

     "Ah, I see. Yes that makes sense." A baby to take care of? Seemed a little dangerous at a time like this, but he supposed it couldn't be helped. Better than the child defending on it's own. "When did you obtain a wyvern?"

[wyvernofthenight]

|| closed RP with ask-laurent

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Laurent glanced over his shoulder. “Ah, hello, Gerome. What brings you here at this hour?” 

Laurent turned the page of his book and scribbled a few notes here and there.

[wyvernofthenight]

     "Just out, gathering my thoughts. What about you... what are you taking notes on this time?" He came closer, wondering if to slip a peek at the book. Then again, he might not understand some of it. There were times the mage's words went right over his head.

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Masks and Wings { Closed }

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      Inigo nodded in concurment, his eyes hastily shifting between both the wyvern rider and the princess. He decided to chime in with his own thoughts. The more envious and jerkier side of Inigo forced him to act as if Gerome didn’t existed— and it was just him and Lucina at night. Wow, that sounded really romantic. Too bad he’s here to ruin his chances. “Princess, please don’t force yourself. You know better than anyone that I’ll do everything possible to keep you safe and happy.” He murmured, shooting a sweet and tender smile at Lucina. Something in him clicked and made him more possessive of the princess.

      He entangled his gloved fingers with hers, squeezing it comfortably. “I promise. Now don’t force yourself.” He yearned to shoo the both of them off so he can practice in silence and without any further disturbances but— heck, he can just miss practice for one day. It’s not like he needed to learn it immediately.

      The mercenary, making sure that Lucina wasn’t looking at him anymore, decided to shoot an unwelcome glare at Gerome, his eyes saying “Stay away.”

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Before Lucina could take more than a few steps, both of her arms were caught by the boys, Gerome at her right wrist and Inigo at her left hand.  She could hear them offering her soothing murmurs, and almost in spite of herself… she relaxed under their hands, some of the guilty tension leaving her shoulders.  ”But it’s my job,” she protested softly.  ”I’m your princess… I shouldn’t have to put your lives at risk for my own selfish requests.”

If she had been without the mask… she probably would have pulled away from them, both of them, and run away.  She was the future exalt of Ylisse in the middle of a war - these feelings of hers were dangerous, the sort that could get them all killed.  But the mask gave her a sort of courage that she didn’t have without it, the ability to distance herself… and even though both Inigo and Gerome were well aware of who was underneath it, it was easier to distance herself from the duties of her position with it.

So instead of letting them go… she tightened her grip on them, closing her eyes behind her mask.

[wyvernofthenight]

     Oh, so the other male was already starting to be a little ass about this. Sometimes he wished he didn't prefer to be behind the mask, Inigo would have realized that Gerome was returning that glare.

     However as the princess slipped her hand up to hold his, squeezing it, he returned his gaze to her. She was more important than that philander after all.

     "The fact that you are our princess is one of the reasons we guard you so. I know you may not like it Lucina, but the fact is, if you are not here the camp would go into great chaos. Don't even bring your father up into this, the others who came back with us look up to you more than they do him."

    She was their leader, Chrom was the others. While they may take orders from both, it was quite obvious they would be more willing to take a order from her than him. Nothing personal to Chrom, but for most he wasn't even around in their lives. Lucina had always been.

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Masks and Wings { Closed }

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      Inigo found it appropriate to go on and practice his routines once again, although… it seemed like someone took his usual spot. There stood Lucina and Gerome, both seemly communicating with their actions. Well, he couldn’t just interrupt the moment they had— could he? Lucina seemed to be wearing the mask again, which caused Inigo to be slightly confused. The mercenary scampered to hide behind a tree, deciding to be an on-watcher towards their conversation. Of course, it turned out to be boring as always. He smirked. Time to spice things up.

      With a cheeky smile, he popped out from his hiding spot, and strode towards the two masked figures. “Ooh, having a nightly affair? You didn’t even tell me— tsk, tsk, how rude!” He lightly teased. Well, the rude thing is that they stole his practice spot! How did they even find this place, anyways?

      Shaking his head, he wondered what the two was even up to. Were they just meeting up here? “Well, just joking of course. Seriously, why are you guys here so late? Were you not able to sleep?”

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"Gerome," Lucina murmured, relaxing slightly as she resheathed Falchion.  She really was letting this war get to her; she didn’t know when to relax anymore, but then, somehow she doubted she was alone in that way when it came to the wyvern rider.  "I had thought you would be with Minerva."

Though the moment there was someone else nearby, her head snapped up, Falchion once again in her hand as she turned the point towards…. Inigo?  Her breath faltered for a moment, catching in her throat.  Naga above, did she really just point her blade threateningly towards her own side?  Hand trembling slightly, her fingers - deadened with the cold smack of reality - dropped Falchion to the dirt as she took a step back.

"Keeping you safe," she murmured.  "But obviously I fail at that."  And she turned to leave, hoping that neither of them would stop her.  If she would turn her blade against them… then what right did she have trying to protect them?

[wyvernofthenight]

     Oh so the philander decided to show up. Despite his annoyance with this, he wasn't entirely surprised. Deciding to just disregard him and perhaps he'd just disappear, he focused on Lucina.

     "Lucina, wait." He moved forward, grabbing her wrist. "You're just on edge. I'm... we're both here. You aren't the only one trying to keep us safe. You shoulder far too much." He offered her a small smile.

     Even if he didn't have many words to offer, he hoped that she at least  that she wasn't having to take this burden alone. Every one of them was willing to help.