Wandering Hero?

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Tagged by: unwaveringblade b/c I’m 90% sure I’ve faced the elite 4 far under leveled

@roseofseinegald

I can feel him this way...

Stahn nodded, carefully making his way down a corridor, both his and his partner’s gaze on the look out for more guards. Mud and grime covered his boots, only half his gloves still remained after searching for their lost knight. His cape fluttered after each spurt of running once they made sure it wouldn’t give away their position, the tears billowing at different speeds.

His grip tightened on Dymlos’ hilt as he opened another door, eyes narrowing when it lead to another set of stairs instead of another study or part of a library. Stahn took each one by one, raptly listening for sounds of footsteps other than his own.

Closer.

He followed it down, waiting for Dymlos to give him the word on which way to go. Stahn took one step inside and stopped, exhaling lowly, his body shaking with fatigue.

“…no, not completely. Be satisfied in knowing that I do not think of you as a limp noodle.”

Rutee waved her hand. “I don’t mean that. I mean the things i AM seeing you doing. Just because you did good in the past doesnt mean you know what you’re doing now. Heck, it could mean you got by on sheer luck, or possibly you don’t always remember.”

“It’s good that you two have had good moments, but…it shouldn’t be so evenly matched with the moments where you don’t even understand each other. I mean, would you want a relationship where you make the exact same mistakes all the time? You’d get annoyed too–Look at how you and Dymlos got along at first. You both grew and stopped making those same mistakes in the end, but you needed help too.”

Rutee shrugged “I mean, my offer was at least half serious–I don’t mind helping you learn. Isn’t that what friends do? I mean, shoot…I want you both to be happy. But I know Lion’s too proud to accept my help. So…I figured I could help you too.”

“At least you got what to do in the end”

A hand rose, lightly rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I...well, you do have a point. I’m still trying to figure out how this sort of thing goes, but I don’t really have much of an idea to go by.” Stahn smiled, shoulders relaxing a tad. “But that’s probably a good thing, because Lion isn’t like anyone else.”

“Don’t be so concerned about it. You may not be the smartest I’ve met, but you are by far one of the most decent humans I know.”

“I’m saying your actions and thoughts have proven your intelligence is.”

5.9 is generous. Hmph.

Tagged By: roseofseinegald

Tagging: whoever wants to, idk bruh

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NAME: Stahn Aileron AGE: 19 (wait, wat. serioiusly?) SPECIES: Human GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Pansexual (probably) Katreasexual? PROFESSION: Hero of Lienea  Country Bumpkin

—————————————————————————- { PHYSICAL ASPECTS } BODY TYPE: Leanly muscular EYES: Blue SKIN: Tan (all that country sunlight!) HEIGHT: 5′8′’ WEIGHT: 139lbs —————————————————————————- { FAMILY } . PARENTS: Mother (?) - Deceased; Father (?) - Deceased; Sister (Lilith) - Living, Grandfather (Thomas K.) - Living?)  ANY PETS?: yes [ x ] || no [  ] (farm animals count as pets, right?) —————————————————————————- { SKILLS } (out of 10) PHYSICAL PROWESS: 8, maybe 9? (I mean, it took Woodrow and Brusier to keep him from charging back) SPEED: 6? MAGIC: 7 (thanks in large part to Dymlos) INTELLIGENCE: ......5.9 DEFENSE: 9 OFFENSE: 8 —————————————————————————- { LIKES } COLORS: Red, Blue, and Green (?) SMELLS: Sword Polish, Countryside, Breakfast FOOD: Everything (we all saw this coming) FRUITS: Apples, oranges, strawberries, raspberries..... DRINKS: Tea with sugar ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? yes [ ? ] || no [ x ] FAVORITES: Sheep, food, Lion, Lilith, Rutee, Philia, Woodrow, Mary, Sleep

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Tagging: uhhh....anyone really?

You are Iced Tea

“Hmph…” Lion scoffed and grabbed Stahn’s biceps, giving them a soft tug. “It’s terrible as ever. We’d all be doomed if you so much as touched a bow.”

His anger was dissipating quickly, the snap irritation he’d had melting into something much calmer; much warmer. This was the feeling that had pulled him out of a dark place so many times; the feeling he’d finally accepted and followed forward to something better.

“Once more chance, hayseed. Make it count.”

"See? All those years of training with a sword paid off for something.” Even if it was with a push broom followed by an old sword before he met Dymlos. “Who knows, maybe I would have tried archery instead.” His words were spoken in a soft tone, a small amused smile upon his face. “I’ve heard hay bales take arrows as good as they do swords.”

Stahn leaned in, eyes falling closed as lips met. His grasp around Lion’s waist tugged him just a little closer, heart pounding in his chest. There was just something about being so close with Lion that made him feel like he was floating.

“I did not eat that much.” It was a half-hearted, token protest made for the sake of protesting. Leon eyed the offered box. It was tempting, and Stahn probably wouldn’t tease him any further, but…

“You should eat the rest. This was…for you, after all.” His expression turned slightly sheepish. It would be a poor gift if he ended up eating half of something he had intended to give to Stahn. Besides, he wasn’t usually the kind of person that ate more than his share. 

Stahn took a stick from his box, taking a bite and stashing the rest into his bag. Though instead of coming out of the bag empty-handed, he pulled out an unopened box of strawberry flavored pocky.

“You could try SHOWING it from time to time. Believe it or not, Lion doesn’t think it’s all a competition. Sometimes a nice surprise can do wonders. You know, like small treats at home, or getting his bath ready when he wants to take one. Little things. That’s all romantic too, if you want it to be.”

“Just…be the one to take the action. Don’t leave it up to him alone, okay?”

“I know he doesn’t, and I don’t either.” Stahn rose a hand to the back of his neck, more than a little concerned with Rutee. “We were in the middle of a competition at the time, remember?” It was common sense, at least to him.

Almost immediately, Lion began to pull away. He didn’t take well to pity and he wasn’t about to take it from Stahn of all people. Stahn who knew exactly how hard it was for him to open himself and try to be affectionate at all. Stahn who was supposed to know how he struggled with relationships and lowering his walls and everything.

…Stahn who still gave him a chance despite his temper and lashing out and generally poor attitude. 

And Stahn who, despite being an idiot, was making an effort and using that tone that made something in Lion’s chest melt into something warm.

“You’re so…” Lion shook his head and pressed his forehead to Stahn’s chestplate. Why on earth would Stahn try to hug him while wearing the stupid thing? It just got in the way. “…so stupid.”

Raising his head, a light flush spread over Lion’s cheeks as he fixed Stahn with a half-hearted glare, waiting.

It was a step. Small, but a step nevertheless. Lion’s anger at least seemed to have simmered down, his tone having gone almost soft. Despite his words, there was no bite to the insult at all. If anything, it had become an odd form of endearment.

Stahn paused, meeting Lion’s flushed gaze. He offered him a small smile, leaning down and lightly pressing his forehead to Lion’s. “You’ve been saying that since the day we met.”

Lion’s entire body twitched, his lips curling into a small snarl. It was clear Dymlos’ advice had not been taken to heart in the slightest. His anger simmered, threatening to boil over a second time as a glyph appeared under his feet. Stahn deserved far more than a mere hammer at this point.

Was he truly trying to be smooth now?

“And why should I do that!?” Lion scowled. “I think you’ve made it incredibly clear you’re not interested.”

Stahn sighed, that hadn’t quite been the reaction he had been hoping for. His pulse quickened, nerves rising along with it. He reached out, momentarily taking a hold of Lion’s hips to pull him against his chest. Every bit of the country hick shook ever so slightly. “Because...” Arms wrapped further around Lion’s waist, loose enough that if he wanted to he could move away, but firm enough that it was clear Stahn was serious.

“No, Stahn. There isn’t any one way to be romantic. You just fail to even meet one in the first place.”

Rutee smiled, but her eyes were not so happy looking. “And when you get a second chance to BE ROMANTIC…you don’t back off and ruin the moment.”

“Rutee...” Stahn shook his head, frowning slightly. “I knew from the start I had no idea what I was doing, but I also knew that I was sure I was going to do my absolute best to do good by Lion. So yeah, I’ll be the first to admit I’m not the best at being romantic, but at least I can say I’m trying.”

The collar? That’s what Stahn thought this was about?! How stupid could one person–!!

“…uh-oh.”

“You are a complete and utter idiot!” Lion scowled, his expression twisting in distaste as he tipped his hand from Stahn’s grasp. “Pow hammer!”

Lion was furious. Romance truly was dead. For once, just once he’d actually believed Stahn had caught on. That he realized Lion was trying to be kind and affectionate and it was never about the damned pocky.

Now he just wanted to throw the entire box at Stahn’s stupid face.

Every muscle in his body tensed, only half registering Dymlos sighing in exasperation. The hammer pounded upon the top of his head, shoulders jolting up in response, eyes scrunched closed. After all the times he’s been on the receiving end of worse from Lion, one hammer wasn’t really much. Despite that...

Stahn fell quiet, quickly debating wether or not he really should, and almost immediately came to the decision that he should.

“...”

He opened his eyes, gaze focused on Lion’s as they burned with anger. 

“Just....don’t do anything stupid...” Dymlos muttered. “Again.”