“Craziest thing? Well depends on a person’s definition of crazy. To me something may seem mundane while to someone else it may seem crazy.” He pushes his glasses up his nose as his ruby carbuncle sits curled up at his feet. “I would have to say exploring ruins alone. There are plenty of dangers out there in searching ruins. However my ruby friend and I have managed well enough thus far.” He reaches down to gently pet the head of the carbuncle.
“Other then that some may even consider my running away from home at fifteen and surviving on my own to be crazy. However that is quite the story and I do not feel like sharing that at this time.”
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.
“I am afraid to admit it but I tend to notice first how a person looks overall. Most definitely their physical appearance. Of course I am no fool to believe just because I find someone attractive that they are a decent person. I do not judge the book by its cover.” She lowers her voice and looks away shyly before continuing. “While it is a bit shameful to admit… A part of me wants longs to find bits of Leon in those people. His eyes or skin tone or hair. An it ends up getting me teased on occasion for having eyes for Duskwights or darker skinned Wildwood. Not that I have actually gone looking for a long while. For reasons.”
“Eyes. I tend to notice the eyes first. Even those of us accustomed to wearing a mask can not always hide what our eyes show. The eyes are said to be the windows into one’s soul. They are sometimes more expressive then we are willing to openly show. Physical appearance matters less to me then who a person is on the inside. So I would rather look to a person’s eyes to determine what they might be like. If they are worth my time. If they possess that fire and passion I am looking for.”
(Thanks! @ashoix & @kibuto since you both asked the same question. :D)
“Sometimes. However I also feel it can be just as fragile as it is strong. I think whether it lasts forever or not depends on the person or people involved. Love is much like the future. It is not stone. There are so many small variables that can affect or change it. However if you find the right person I feel it is possible that it can. Finding that person though is the real challenge.”
“I think it can. Yet I am still waiting for the right person to come along and test that though. At least as far finding my other half goes that is. The love between family is another story entirely. I think what has begun between my cousin and I will become a bond that is unbreakable. The love for the rest of my family… It is strained though still there.”
(Thanks! @skysteelsun I still owe you a teamwork memory ask too. XD Just trying to come up with something good.)
“In a way yes though not nearly the way one would think.” Destiney smiles warmly at a memory of the person she spoke of. “I changed for him more then for myself. Though he would scold me if he knew that. I was broken when we met. Just a fragment of the girl I used to be. His actions and care. The general warmth he provided made me want to be less broken. So I changed for his sake. However fate separated us not long after I began to slowly find myself again. Leon has still been the best thing that has ever happened to me besides finding my home among my current free company.”
(Thank you for the compliment and the ask. ^///^ I’m not really that awesome of a writer but I do appreciate the compliment very much. ❤ An I seen you reblog the V-Day prompt but you don’t have asks turned on to have any sent to you. Just to let you know. @klou98 )
|Hope|Love |Passion| Hate | Resentment | Envy | Indifference | Confidence | Insecurity | Greed | Desire | Optimism | Spite | Hostility |Kindness|Warmth|Intelligence| Experience | Trauma | Aggression |Gentleness| Arrogance | Pride | Lust | Cruelty |You’re soft |You’re trusting|You seem honest|You’re humble | You’re cold | You’re closed off | You’re reserved and guarded | You’re unfeeling | You’re remorseless | You’re heartless | You’re inhuman | You’re frightening | You’re frightened | You’re devious | You’re unpredictable |You’re struggling |You’re lost | You’re broken | You’re disheartened | You seem headstrong | You seem difficult | You’re stubborn | I see hope | I see purpose | I see absolute conviction | I see compassion |I see a shining light| I see shattered remains | I see something familiar | I see a friend | I see an enemy | I see a lover | I see thirst for blood | I see malicious intent | I see pity | You’re pitiful | I see darkness | You’re unwavering | You’re pure | You’re noble |
Destiney knew she was in trouble before she had even made it in the door. Her clothes were covered in dirt and mud. She and Atix had gone off on their own in the woods. Even though the guild leader had warned them against wandering too far. To show for their venture Atix had hurt his leg and they were both filthy.
She had left Atix outside with her mother where she could tend to the injury he had gotten in the fall. Now she had to face her father who had more then likely already heard of their adventure from the guild leader. She knocked lightly before entering, not looking up to see how much she felt her father would be disappointed in her.
“Destiney.” She flinched at the sound of her name said by her father. Though her eyes widened in surprise as he embraced her warmly. “Don’t ever do that again. When the guild leader came back to tell me you and your friend had vanished… Your mother and I already lost your brother. Please don’t worry us like that.”
“I’m sorry, papa.” Destiney rested her head against her father’s chest. She knew her parents were considering her brother dead for as long as he had been missing.
“You realize this means extra chores as punishment yes?”
“Of course, papa. I didn’t mean for anything bad to happen. I just wanted to have a bit of fun and explore.” Destiney said when her father finally released her from the hug.
“Things are dangerous, dear one. I’m glad the two of you came back safe enough. There is talk of even more dangerous times ahead. I just want you safe. Both of us want you safe.” He affectionately ruffled her hair as he smiled warmly. “Now go get cleaned up. I’m sure your friend is in good hands with your mother. I have work to get ready for. We’ll discuss your punishment further when I get home from duty.”
(Lots of things. XD As long as they aren’t trying to kill her. If they try to kill her they are no longer cute. Like Mandragoras… She does think dragonets are cute. As are baby chocobos. Wolf pups. Certain clothes that she can turn into an outfit to wear. Flowers she can wear in her hair. Certain people like Ikara. I would say Nate but he’s not cute. He’s more towards handsome rather then cute. His behavior of acting knightly towards her is cute though. XD I could continue but I’ll leave it at that.)
|Hope|Love | Passion | Hate | Resentment | Envy | Indifference | Confidence |Insecurity| Greed | Desire | Optimism | Spite | Hostility |Kindness|Warmth|Intelligence|Experience| Trauma | Aggression |Gentleness| Arrogance |Pride| Lust | Cruelty | You’re soft | You’re trusting |You seem honest|You’re humble | You’re cold | You’re closed off |You’re reserved and guarded | You’re unfeeling | You’re remorseless | You’re heartless | You’re inhuman | You’re frightening | You’re frightened | You’re devious | You’re unpredictable |You’re struggling |You’re lost | You’re broken | You’re disheartened | You seem headstrong | You seem difficult |You’re stubborn |I see hope | I see purpose | I see absolute conviction | I see compassion |I see a shining light| I see shattered remains | I see something familiar |I see a friend | I see an enemy | I see a lover | I see thirst for blood | I see malicious intent | I see pity | You’re pitiful | I see darkness | You’re unwavering | You’re pure | You’re noble |
Spirit of the Warlock 