Hmm, it might not be a bad idea to have a quick Valen response drop here, Nanaya. How things develop would probably be dependent on what his reaction to this is.
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Oh baby, getting spicy now.
"Some other time then," Serenity echoed. Keeping secrets from someone who was more or less an adult. Renar expected his brother to handle a blade but not a feud, hm? It wasn't worth losing a sparring partner over though, and it wasn't as if she didn't keep her own host of secrets.
"Though if you don't name it yourself, others will do so in your stead," she continued. "And I don't expect you to share the tastes of Aimlenn's drunkest bards." Her gaze bounced towards Elias. "Imagine your brother, riding off to battle with his trusty Moonshine-Clad Sin-Eater, Bane of Bandits and Boars."
As for her own schedule...
She'll take a break, one the length of the remains of the afternoon.
"Rare enough to see Sir Renar so amiable though. I'd be remiss to refuse such an invitation, Elias."
He's seething, no doubt.
But also huh, did Iraleth's barrage of non-empowered bolts actually break all of Chloe's bones? Girl needs to drink some milk.
But also huh, did Iraleth's barrage of non-empowered bolts actually break all of Chloe's bones? Girl needs to drink some milk.
“So long as you don’t make the same mistake with the Knight-Captain or the Paladin.” Though it’d be funny if he did. “Serenity of House Arcedeen.”
She took a step back as Renar appeared from deeper within the forge, her eyebrows lifting slightly at the uncharacteristic display of affection upon her fellow knight. From here, he looked almost like a normal older sibling, their muddied lineage notwithstanding. Two siblings with a history, perhaps, of causing harmless trouble. It wasn’t something she’d imagine out from Renar, but few could live without crafting a couple of faces to wear for the appropriate situation.
As their attentions turned towards her once more, however, Serenity shook her head. “No, my work’s been settled. It’s pleasant to see that familial love isn’t something completely foreign to you though, Sir Renar. Care for a bout with your improved weapon?”
A flicker of bemusement surfaced in her gaze.
“Or would you like my help with naming it first?”
“I’m not an exception here. I’m a knight of the Order.”
She didn’t turn to face the unfamiliar voice, spending another few moments examining her equipment. It was just habit though, that caused her to go through those final motions, as was the nod of approval she gave her own work before she set it down. Only after they rested on the rack did Serenity swivel around, using the knuckle of her thumb to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear as she settled her gaze upon the stranger.
Younger than her, shorter than her. Blond and lightly armed, a friendly smile and cheeks plump with babyfat. It had a vestigial resemblance to Lucas, and that was enough to tease a frown upon her own lips. Prejudice was unbecoming though.
“As for Sir Renar’s whereabouts, if you wait here long enough, he ought to arrive. His commission is complete.” The lioness’s gaze swept over his form. “But what’s your purpose for seeking him out?”
Fucking Valen. Gonna get his ass jumped fr fr one day.
Only the MC and his harem get to be in the picture, obviously. ;3
Quick post quick, but better to get it done sooner than laterrrr.
It was a skiff without a motor. In waters this deep, it was just a well-shaped raft.
And the storm that struck was terrible indeed, waves rising like walls. His hands gripped the sides of his vessel just to stick to it as it tumbled over mountains and into valleys, a gut-wrenching ride caught by intermittent flashes of lightning.
But the struggle was what he needed, wasn’t it? Fire lanced up his limbs, a muscle torn, a tendon ruptured. The pain kept him aware, aware of the warmth of his blood against the chill of the ocean’s spray. And awareness brought joy all on its own, a rush of pleasure that persisted only through a complete and utter commitment to surviving the next minute, the next second, the next moment. He opened his mouth and enjoyed torrential rain; he scrubbed his eyes, tears forming from the salt in the spindrift.
And then, he found the world flipped on its head, a haunting cry the last thing he heard before he struck the waters.
Instinct drove him to kick upwards as the bubbles burst out from his nose. His hands pulled for the skiff he had never let go of, but only fragments remained in his grasp. He swivelled around, but the undertow, the churning of currents, continued to pull. Fire entered his lungs now, and adrenaline gave him another shot of alacrity, the exhilaration now of simply fighting for another few seconds of existence, for without a boat, there was no surviving the ocean depths. A futile struggle.
Always, a struggle.
And within the gloomy dark, lit up by shafts of light cast from the crackling of lightning thousands of meters up in the sky, Belo laid his eyes upon a whale for the first time of his life.
The world was wide.
If only he had seen more of it.
…
A thought bubbled up alongside his last breath.
Was that all?
And the storm that struck was terrible indeed, waves rising like walls. His hands gripped the sides of his vessel just to stick to it as it tumbled over mountains and into valleys, a gut-wrenching ride caught by intermittent flashes of lightning.
But the struggle was what he needed, wasn’t it? Fire lanced up his limbs, a muscle torn, a tendon ruptured. The pain kept him aware, aware of the warmth of his blood against the chill of the ocean’s spray. And awareness brought joy all on its own, a rush of pleasure that persisted only through a complete and utter commitment to surviving the next minute, the next second, the next moment. He opened his mouth and enjoyed torrential rain; he scrubbed his eyes, tears forming from the salt in the spindrift.
And then, he found the world flipped on its head, a haunting cry the last thing he heard before he struck the waters.
Instinct drove him to kick upwards as the bubbles burst out from his nose. His hands pulled for the skiff he had never let go of, but only fragments remained in his grasp. He swivelled around, but the undertow, the churning of currents, continued to pull. Fire entered his lungs now, and adrenaline gave him another shot of alacrity, the exhilaration now of simply fighting for another few seconds of existence, for without a boat, there was no surviving the ocean depths. A futile struggle.
Always, a struggle.
And within the gloomy dark, lit up by shafts of light cast from the crackling of lightning thousands of meters up in the sky, Belo laid his eyes upon a whale for the first time of his life.
The world was wide.
If only he had seen more of it.
…
A thought bubbled up alongside his last breath.
Was that all?
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