(For her this is definitely a difficult question. It’s something she won’t say is right or wrong. She’s starting to see her relationship with her ex-husband in this sort of way. She’s sort of begun to doubt she ever truly loved him when she compares what she felt for him to the way she felt for Leon or the way she currently feels about Nathaniel.)
“No. Never.”
“Maybe. I can not say. I do not give relationships much thought. I have studies to return to. Excuse me.”
“Sometimes. I think it depends on the situation. As I’ve heard stories of arranged couples. Surely they have intimate relationships without love. I’m not sure yet what I want for myself though in that regard.”
“I consider myself bisexual. Though I will admit I am a bit more picky about the ladies I like then the men. Not over their looks of course. I mean their personality.”
Hera: Are you the jealous type?
“… Sometimes… Maybe a little…”
Uranus: What are your zodiac signs?
(Nov 17th which makes her a Scorpio.)
Eros: How do you define your sexuality?
“I have no real preference. Not to mention I would not be willing to even sleep with just anyone. I would need a good trust and love for the person before I would even consider such.” (He’s demisexual.)
Hera: Are you the jealous type?
“No. I have no reason to be jealous. I would put my faith into whoever I was with that they would give me no reason to be. Protective is not the same as jealous.”
“With the Order of course. They are as much family to me as my own mother in Gridania or my cousin in Ishgard. The family I have made with the Order shall always be my second home and most important. Though lately it has become my home more so then my own personal house. So it may not even count as a home away from home at this point.”
“Personal hell? Hmm.” Lance closes his eyes and thinks a moment. Pacing back an forth a few steps. “The ruins of Steel Vigil. I still go there from time to time to remind myself of what I stand to lose. To remind myself that even when I am feeling low that I can not waste the sacrifice that Lord Chlodebaimt made. I use that memory and those ruins to torment myself into getting back up and trying again. Because it is my reminder and my duty not to waste what was given. That day is not an easy memory nor do I think it shall ever be. Nor do I want it to ever be. I prefer it to be as sharp as steel so I have something to always keep fighting against.”
Aphrodite: What do you love most about yourself?
Apollo: Do you have any talents?
Ares: What small thing makes you angry?
Artemis: What are you hunting for in life?
Athena: What is/was your best school subject?
Demeter: Do you miss anyone?
Dionysus: Do you drink alcohol? If so, what’s your beverage of choice?
Eros: How do you define your sexuality?
Gaia: Where’s your favorite place in the world?
Hades: Have you ever had a near-death experience?
Hecate: What do you think of magic?
Helios: Do you sunburn easily?
Hephaestus: What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever made or built?
Hera: Are you the jealous type?
Hermes: Have you ever stolen anything?
Hestia: Where’s your home away from home?
Hyperion: Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?
Hypnos: What was your most recent dream about?
Iris: What’s your favorite color palate?
Kronos: What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever eaten?
Nemesis: What’s a time you helped deliver justice?
Nike: What’s your most recent accomplishment?
Nyx: What’s your favorite nighttime activity?
Pan: What do you do for fun?
Persephone: What’s your favorite season of the year?
Poseidon: What’s your favorite sea creature?
Rhea: What’s your favorite type of nature?
Selene: What’s your favorite phase of the moon?
Tartarus: What’s your personal hell?
Thanatos: Is there anyone you just really, really hate?
Uranus: What are your zodiac signs?
Zeus: What do you think about thunderstorms?
Lance stood at the ruins of the Steel Vigil. Today was a day he wished to pay respects to the fallen. To those lost in the attack that claimed the lives of many. By claws and dragon fire. A day he would never forget. He looked up at the shrouded weather of the day as he drew his sword. Looking to the blade as he closed his eyes and let the memories come back of that day here before it was nothing more then ruins.
He remembered the men he was working with. It had seemed like just another day. He had reported back to his commander on the latest movements he had seen while on patrol with an elder knight. He was still newer then most of the knights stationed here for Haillenarte but already accepted into their fold.
Then the attack came. Orders were shouted but things were in chaos soon after. Lance stuck close to his usual team for drills. Fighting back against the beasts that now rushed the halls looking to kill them all.
New orders were shouted. Orders from the commander himself as he went to face the dragons of Nidhogg’s brood that came to bear down upon them all. Smoke and fire choked the halls. Parts of walls were crumbling down around them.
Lance hated the idea of leaving the young lord behind as he commanded the retreat. But he knew orders were to be followed. His fellow knights seemed to be just as torn about the decision as well.
“You heard the commander! Retreat!” Lance barked out the order as he knelt down to help an injured teammate. He would not leave behind someone that could be saved. Another of his fellows took to the other side of the injured man. Together they helped him down the smokey hall towards the exit. The others of their group fending off anything that blocked their path.
Lance glanced back one last time in the direction they had left the young Haillenarte lord. He offered a prayer to Halone for him as he stepped out into the fresh air of Coerthas with the team. The Vigil was lost to them. The best they could do was work together to save those that could escape.
It was a memory Lance would never forget. One of teamwork and one of loss. That day forever etched into his mind. Lives had been saved but many had also been lost. Including the life of Lord Chlodebaimt de Haillenarte who had given his life to help others escape. It was through that sacrifice and the teamwork of his fellow knights that any had managed to escape to see another dawn.
(Thanks. @skysteelsun Sorry for the long wait. I know it’s sort of a mix of teamwork/loss but it was what came to mind. XD)
He had been young still. Not yet beholden to any house. It was just shortly after he had begun his training with his father.
Still he was going to be a knight! Bruises and cuts were minor in comparison. He wanted to be like his father and grandfather. He wanted nothing more then to serve his family and his nation. To make his family proud. Thoughts of serving a High House were the last thing on his mind at this age.
However he had wandered down towards the Brume a bit too far today while lost in his thoughts. Soon he found himself surrounded by four Brume kids. All taller and rough looking. He was a upper class kid in the wrong side of town. Lance only had his wooden sword for training with him. Something his father insisted he should carry. To get used to the weight of a weapon.
He tried to defend himself. Tried to fight back. Four on one for a yet rather untrained boy were odds he didn’t stand a chance with. Yet suddenly they scattered like rats. Lance wiped at his bloody nose as he looked around to see what had caused them to suddenly run off. He caught sight of his father’s displeased face. Though that look was not directed at him but rather the kids who had run off.
Lance tried to fight off the urge to cry to his father. His father expected him to be tough. To take the blows and keep on fighting. So Lance stood up and tried to hold his head high despite the pain and blood. Vairemont finally turned to look at his son with a soft sigh. He took Lance’s chin in his hand and began to inspect the damage done to the boy.
“Nothing too badly it seems. We shall have to work on your skills against multiple opponents I see. Come let’s go back to the house and get you cleaned up. There will be no training today.” Vairemont said as he took a cloth from his pocket and began to gently wipe the blood away on Lance’s face.
Spirit of the Warlock 