Soaring Falcon

          every corner that jean passed, he could find another student with their nose in a book, muttering things to themselves, and a snack in their other hand, wandering the grounds until their next class; but this scholarly atmosphere isn’t free from rumors and idiotic acts of courage to prove oneself. one such example would be climbing the tower then back down, though most seemed to not even go along with the idea. jean’s heard of it, but never felt the need to go through with it, since why would he have to prove his courage anywhere else but in battle? so, he ignored it, readying himself for the plan, up until a certain night.

          being a nocturnal type of person, jean began to make his way to his dauly night stroll, but didn’t make it past the bridge as a group of students lined up along the way, their attention turned up towards the top of the tower. it didn’t take a genius to figure out what’s going on, but perhaps it could be interesting for once.

          ❝ what’s up? ❞ jean asked, faking his curiosity to seem like he cared, his gaze too turning up. most of his classmates knew how young jean is, but he brought laughs to nearly everyone when they didn’t irritate him, but they also knew not to mess with him as they’ve seen how he is with a rapier.

          ❝ the geneolgia kid tried doing the test of courage by climbing the tower,” one of them, a three star, answered. hearing that name, jean turned to make sure that he hadn’t been mistaken but there surely wasn’t anyone else even close to having such a prestigious family name like that around here. ❝ he climbed it up earlier, but it’s been over an hour and he still hasn’t come back down. we’re not sure if he fell over the edge or what. ❞

          ‘how thoughtful,’ jean thought, saying out loud, ❝ it’d be pretty bad for you lot then if he fell over the side while you were watching.” at pointing out that fact, the others cursed lightly, realizing their mistake. ❝ aw hell, he’s probably stuck up there and not knowing how to get back down. better get up there, and help him down.”

          this is it. the chance he’d been searching for. climbing up, pointedly ignoring the fact that the students left quickly as to not get caught in what could happen, keeping his mind trained to not slip up and fall down to his own death, jean knew that this little step could help set up everything that will happen in the future. the school semester barely started, but quite honestly jean felt that an opportunity had fallen into his lap to speed up this meeting to get it over with.

          –and it appeared in the form of a small shaking frame, gripping tightly to the stone decorating the tallest point as if his life depended on it, as jean worked on being able to stand on his own two feet after climbing all the way up. ❝ hey…” he said lowly, raising a brow at the sight in front of him, ❝ don’t tell me you’ve been up here this entire time like this? you know, it’s not that hard to climb back down. ❞

"Not when you're scared of heights it isn't." He winced as the words slipped out, hoping the other student didn't think lesser of him. What little bravery he had left was slipping away. He was like the cat that got stuck up a tree and needed to be rescued. Oh - he must look like a fool. 

A question of Yew's bravery became the root of the problem. He'd been dared to climb the tower. If he wanted to be respected by students older and taller than he, the school bullies had dared him to climb the tower. Accept the test of courage. Prove that he deserved their respect. A retort of why would he have to do that when he'd found the Sword of the Brave had stuck in his throat. The students would have demanded proof not the word of some second son heir to a major family. 

It was a miracle he made it this far. A mere act of pure stupidity or brilliance on his part that he allowed him to make it this far. Once he started he told himself he wouldn't look down. Stare at the imposing tower. Face it head on like a real man. 

        ❝ oh, you really don’t know, yew? ❞ talking while balancing a stick of pocky proved to be a slightly challenging, but it’s a feat that can be done as proven by jean’s intelligible speaking. ❝ it’s pocky, since i felt the need for some on pocky day. there’s even a game involved.  ❞ aka the reason why he’d been staring at yew in the first place. in all likelihood, yew would back down; until jean tries to provoke him into it.

Tol: is that my shirt

oh thank you!

1. Yew’s son I created with @wolfstance. @justgenealogy is the light of our lives.  slowly but surely I’m developing his character to make him strong and just like his name. 

2. a good cup of coffee or tea. it warms the body and soul.

3. watching movies and playing video games with my friends

4. reading Lightbringer and crying over it together with @elysalark

“You did right by me, Lady Alisha.” 

Being by her side felt more like home than the Geneolgia manor ever did. He didn’t remember much about his mother only that she was kind until she passed away. He’d been raised by his strict father, encouraged to follow in his footsteps without knowing the greed that shadowed his family’s past. 

Under Prime Lord Alisha’s guidance he’d grown and learned more than he ever had under his family’s tutors. Yew had always had a sharp intellect. It hadn’t grown keener and more focused until he learned what it meant to truly be a Shepherd. Griede Geneolgia was a man focused on himself, never seeing the seraphim as anything more than a tool. Alisha enlightened him with her noble strength showing him what it meant to be a true shepherd of the people.

“I’m proud to say I’m a part of your family. You cared for each of us like we were your own children. You are like a mother to us. You know of my father. He doesn’t know what family means. This is a true family. Willing to stick together through thick and thin. It would be grave mistake to mess with us!”

~"Forgive me, everyone."

`"Don't put the weight of the world on your shoulders like that, (NAME). You've had it tougher than any of us."

`"No matter who turns against you, I'll always be here."

`"And as long as we hold hope on our hearts... We can fight back, over and over again if we must!"

`"Haha! Is somebody blushing?"

`"Our emotions, our passions can move the hearts of others."

`"Kapow! Mr. Oblivious strikes again!"

`"What're you writing, (name)? I keep seeing scribbling in there."

`"For the first time, I feel like I don't understand you at all..."

`"You suggest we simply sit by and do nothing? P-preposterous!"

`"Is is so hard to... Imagine a better future?"

`"It moved me a great deal, you know, when you spoke of your hopes and ideals..."

`"I will succeed... I will!"

`"Who said you have to shoulder the burden all by yourself?"

`"We can't have you catching cold. Here, come... Closer."

`"(NAME), you're all red! Have you come down with a fever?"

~"Aiiiya! Get a clue, blockhead!"

`"What did I do now?"

`"Cats are great, they never betray mew!"

ouMA SHU YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME…

I caved. 

Yew & Jean’s adopted son, Yurgen, is over at @justgenealogy