Swords of Ice & Lightning

Hoyo multi-muse rp-blog || Mutuals only || OC and crossover friendly || sideblog: @ramblingalong (wha, xianxia, marvel/dc)

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bios: arlan || anaxagoras || chongyun || gepard || guā (oc) || moze || veritas ratio || yanqing

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affiliated with: maskednihilism, shallliveoninsong, starlighttrain, aluckiicoin, starsechoes/forbelobog, fancoria, lovesfolly

Oh how pink the snow below him was, with a delicate puddle of red. The color of his skin almost matched the very snow he adored. And those beautiful, playful eyes of his? The ones that light up with mischief whenever they squared off?

Those emerald eyes were dim as dim could be.

@maskednihilism || random ask, because Gepard doesn't have enough nightmares.

Gepard knows those colours, that outfit, well. As much annoyance and paperwork as the man has caused him, the Captain doesn't want him hurt. Especially not now when he has begun to turn his life around.

He wastes no time running over to where Sampo stumbles and then falls. Before the man can hit the ground, Gepard catches him. Kneeling on the ground, he takes the other into his lap. "Sampo, stay with me," he demands, noticing all the blood he has lost and the dull look in his eyes. He can't lose him. His little family can't lose him either.

Gepard rips off his cape and presses it against the wound, barking orders to the Guards who had been on patrol with him, even though he knows its too late. He has seen dying men many times before. Knowing he can't cry, not here, he keeps his emotions tightly wrapped up as the man that has slowly become his friend dies in his arms.

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With a gasp, Gepard wakes up, feeling the first tears escape from his eyes. It takes a second for him to realise that he is in his room at the barracks. That he had been asleep. That it had all just been a nightmare.

Taking a few deep breaths, he then reaches for his phone.

[ Text: Sampo Koski ]: I hope you are okay.

@epiosirida || injured meme

How come all doctors and healers are the same? And why is it that they also always seem to sniff him out? Okay, so maybe he's easy to see among the other Guards. He's tall, in a different uniform and walks around to make sure everyone is being cared for who needs it. White also doesn't hide blood well.

"It is just a scratch, Miss Hyacinthia," he says, but something with the pink young woman feels very insistent and he soon finds himself sitting down so she can look at the cut on his thigh.

Gepard looks at the paper and then he looks around. The area seems empty. Good. He want's to keep this thing a secret for a bit longer, especially from Serval. She'll tease him to no end.

With a sigh, he takes out something from one of his pockets: a pair of glasses. Yes, Gepard Landau, famous Captain of the Silvermane Guards now need reading glasses. Aching joints and glasses. He's not even thirty yet.

It's true that he's used to his eye patch by now, having worn it since his teenage years, but sometimes it's just nice to remove it and let the skin underneath breathe. Yes, obviously he removes the eye patch when he sleeps, but sometimes the skin feels prickly. Like right now.

"An eccentric, self-centered, slightly gloomy, and yet elegant Intelligentsia Guild member. He often wears a bizarre plaster head sculpture over his head despite his handsome features."