his hands are stained red
and he cries out in his sleep
Tag: Lancefer Aurifore
don’t you forget
what i’ve been
—t h r o u g h—
and y e t, i’m still
s t a n d i n g
ι нave a voιce ιn мy нead
conѕтanтly тellιng мe
ι’м noт good enoυgн
my life has been a war.
all i’ve seen is war.
that’s all i know.
An Unlikely Alliance
Rei had been outside walking for quite awhile. Today’s journey was pretty aimless. In fact, he was more so clearing his head, if anything. His gaze drifted idly over the stalls and other shops set up in the area. His usual itch to spend money had died down as he appeared to be lost in his own thoughts…or in a very, very foul mood. Or both. He walked with a stark frown on his face. His piercing crimson gaze straight ahead. People seemed to move out of the way as he passed them. And maybe they should? It was the Sekiro-kai’s turf, and he was the heir.
His geta clacked lightly on the stones under his feet as his legs pulled at the fabrics of his simple Yukata. He kept a haori over his shoulders, but the rest of his appearance was pretty nondescript. His ear twitched lightly, however, at the sound of a scuffle coming from a nearby alley and his gaze darkened.
The Seeker quickly turned the corner and, low and behold, there was a fight going on. Worse, though, Rei recognized the men by their tattoos and colors. But not the taller man, no. He had no idea what an Elezen would be doing back here. The Seeker clenched his jaw, reached towards his open to pull out a knife hidden in the fabric, and charged the group, “The fuck outa here, you worthless trash,” the Seeker growled, but not that loudly. He wasn’t shouting. No, he didn’t want to alert the Sekiseigumi.
He kicked off his geta as he ran and jumped up, knife first, to stab one of the men through the back of one of the attacker’s necks. The man let out a strangled cry, bleeding out as Rei withdrew the knife. The blood soaked parts of his Yukata and hands as the man bled out and fell forward, dead. He watched idly as the other man finish the rest, keep back while he flicked his dagger to get the blood off of it. He looked at the Elezen, his blank expression grew curious.
“No, they weren’t supposed to be here…” he said, bowing his head slightly, “The Ginro-kai have been impeding on our territory as of late. These mens’ deaths will only worsen the conflict. However…” he grinned slightly, “This fixed my mood quite a bit,” he bowed his head again to the Elezen, “I am Rei of the Sekiro-kai… I am sorry that our enemies disturbed your walk,” he lifted his head, “If you’d like, I can escort you to wherever you’re headed,” he said, adjusting his yukata so that his tattoos would reman mostly hidden, “I assure you, no one else will bother you if I’m with you.”
Lance seemed a little surprised at the idea of a territorial fight.Still he managed to give the man a proper Ishgardian bow. A chance to mask the bit of surprise.
“Ser Lancefer Aurifore of House Haillenarte in Ishgard.” Giving the man his full title. Keeping the same curteous smile though there was a little more warmth to it now that he knew Rei wasn’t out to kill him. He could never be too sure after all the drama with his family the year before. Especially after he’d married someone his mother surely disapproved of. “But you can simply call me Lance seeing we are a long way from Ishgard.”
Lance knelt by one of the dead men to wipe the blood from his blade before sheathing it at his side. He stood up and shook his head at Rei’s words. “It is fine. It gets hard to tell at times whether the enemies are mine or someone else’s. However they all bleed the same. I will not object to the company for the rest of my walk. I am still learning much about this city and it’s samurai when I have time off from my duties at Skyfire Locks.”
~*Moonfire Faire 2018*~
Happy Moonfire Faire!
Commission:
Lance and Miu
Thank you again for commissioning me! ^^
How do you stay so strong?
How did you hide it all for so long?
How can I take the pain away?How can I save a fallen angel in the dark?
Shield! (For Lance cuz why not? Haha)
Lance had just left his wife’s free company house in Shirogane, wanting to explore a little more of Kugane before heading back. He had seen much of it already with his wife. Didn’t make him any less curious though for the parts they had skipped.
He stood out rather well in Kugane. From his manner of dress to his appearance. After all, elezen did not seem to be a common race around this side of the world. Though he only noticed the occasional stare of curiosity. Perhaps because even when not on duty, he still had that bearing of a knight.
Exploring as the sun was beginning to set. The street he picked was quiet. A little too quiet for the usual noise of the city. He kept a hand near the hilt of his blade as he walked. Clearly alert and on edge. A pause in his steps when two man stepped in the pathway out of the street he was on. Frowning at the figures before glancing behind him to find two more.
“I do not suppose we can talk about this like fine gentleman?” Lance slipped into the usual mask of the upper class young man from Ishgard. He was already tensed and ready when blades started being drawn by the hyuran men. “No. I suppose not. Fine. Then let us do things the hard way.”
Right now he really missed the comfort of his armor and shield. Having only been wearing his usual sword at his hip. Not even the katana he had been getting adjusted to. He much preferred at least having his shield when the numbers were against him. Thankfully his years of training would help at the very least.
A clang echoing off the sides of the buildings as his sword met the first katana that tried to strike him. Taking a step to the side just in time to dodge the second. Now the two from behind were closing in though. Kicking away the first with a solid boot to the stomach before turning to face them. The one landing a solid strike to the side of his head. That man had been quicker then Lance had anticipated. Fighting the urge to black out from the hard blow as he stumbled back towards some crates. One of the men chuckled darkly as he kicked Lance, sending the knight onto his backside.
Not once though had he left go his blade. Sadly being outnumbered was always his undoing. Didn’t mean he was out of fight yet. Trying to force his eyes to remained focused as he felt the warm trickle of blood down the side of his face. He stabbed his blade forward at the first man to approach him. Right into the man’s stomach. The other three seemed to become more leery after that. This pair had teeth.
Suddenly without warning though, one of the three let out a strangled cry of pain before crumpling to the ground bleeding. A strange dark-haired miqo’te with daggers standing behind the bleeding man. A dagger dripping with blood. Lance used his sword to help him get back to his feet quicker. Letting this distraction by him time. His sword coming down across the back of one of the men just as the stranger dealt with the other.
Lance kept a wary gaze on the newcomer. Having no idea if the man was a likely hero or if this had been an issue of territory. No chances taken when his head hurt this way. But still he managed the faked smile he used for Ishgardian nobility.
“Thank you for the assist.”
♡ – If your muse were rendered unable to fight, what about them would change? Would they be able to handle it?
(Haha. XD Alex would go down swinging till he couldn’t swing anymore. He’d find a way to fight unless he was paralyzed. He’d get angry and bitter most likely. Fighting is a big thing for him. Take that away and he’d be so lost. He’s spent so much of his life fighting to survive.)
(I think Lance would be sad but he would accept it. There would be moments of longing to pick up a blade again. He’s spent almost his whole life as a knight. It would be hard for him to let it go. But now that he’s married, I’m sure given time he would find other things to do. Like raising a family.)
(Odds are if Valen lost the ability to fight, he’d lose his ability to play his harp as well since he’s a bowman. Which would make him incredibly lost. He’s spent his entire youth training for this moment. He loves to be able to play music and travel the world. Most likely he’d take up drinking and staring longingly out a window. He wouldn’t handle it too well.)
(To be an adventurer you have to be able to fight. Keaira’s mother wouldn’t mind her not being able to fight anymore but Keaira would. It would be heartbreaking. Though she has a very loving family and would be okay in time. It would take a long time to recover from such a loss though. She would at least try her best to keep her chin up.)
(It wouldn’t be that big of a loss. She is more of a pacifist anyways. She’d likely continue what she’s doing now. Being a herbalist and healer. After all you don’t need to know how to fight in order to help people.)
(Thanks @leatherlaceandblades )
Spirit of the Warlock 