forgive & forget.

He has tried his best, and been as patient as he can. Truly, he has. But what is it they say about leading horses to water…?

“…Morgan. Morgan.” 

Upon the third calling (and one rather louder, even panicked than its predecessors) of her name does his tutee look his way – by which point it’s too late anyway. Expecting the worst, he braces himself as her neglected spell-hand sparks and fizzles— 

Only for the ‘grand finale’ to be nothing more than a frankly pathetic puff of dark dust.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Merris sighs, plainly exasperated. “Consider yourself fortunate that we’ve been practising nothing more than basic, low-level casting. Anything more advanced, and you could have caused some injury.” If truth be told, he has always found the young girl’s presence - and, indeed, the presence of all her peers - somehow discomforting, morally. With no disrespect to her, however, he has always wondered whether fighting among the Shepherds was the best thing pragmatically, too: prodigy or not, she always seemed to tend quite often towards absent-mindedness. 

Or perhaps he was particularly unfortunate in this regard.

What else could be magic be used for? Oh, right. Pranks.

Merris wasn’t the most talkative person within their group, from the moment they met he was more so the silent type. He kept to himself, and it was usually her father who went over to talk with him. She recalls her mother also going over to talk with him too, at some point, in attempt to forge bonds that her father had spoke of often. And now, she also was trying to strengthen those ties. He was cooperative, and to be fair – a useful asset on the battlefield from what she observed from afar.

She peers over toward him, a frown already in place. She couldn’t pull one over on him, he’d be able to block it within a minute. Merris was fairly versed in magic, therefore she shouldn’t mess with him especially in his area of expertise. But who else could she prank? There was Noël, or maybe Yarne, but...

“Sorry.” She apologizes genuinely, “It...it won’t happen again! I promise.” His words cut sharp like a knife, her eyes advert from his face briefly, guilt present in her eyes.

Even though their lesson was done, it didn’t mean they were done speaking for the day. There is a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, perhaps there would be a good way to focus on her magic! A handful of ideas came to mind to Morgan, this couldn’t be good.

The Shepherds were good people, that he couldn’t deny. But he never did work well with groups, hence him journeying alone prior to joining them. Nonetheless, he found himself travelling up the Mila Tree – surrounded by others, but still alone. The trek had been peaceful so far, much different than what he was accustomed to, when Risen suddenly appeared.

Noël’s hand quickly flew to the hilt of his sword, ready to jump into action. It’d taken a while, but he soon learned to control his impulses and instead wait for orders from the tactician. Soon enough, he spotted a pegasus flying overhead, Robin’s daughter (What was her name again…? Morgan, right) sitting atop it. So he was to pair up with her this time around? As she landed and got off her mount, he couldn’t help but notice how much more serious the girl seemed on the battlefield in comparison to at camp. Her antics with her peers seemed to much for him too handle and so he tried to stay as far away as possible, but this he could deal with.

He listened to hear observations and nodded in agreement. “Right!”

Pulling his sword out, he gave it a couple of swings to warm himself up a bit. Indeed there were about four archers nearby, but he – they – could probably take them and get to the bigger ones quickly.

Although she wished she wielded one of the more powerful tomes, Arcthunder would have to suffice. The more powerful a tome was, the more easy it would fall apart, as her father told her during a practice match. She also had a few javelins on hand, and a silver lance too, in case the enemy became too overwhelming for both her and Noël.

Two Archers? No Problem. Gleefully does she respond back with ‘sounds like a plan!!’ over toward him,  and not a second later does she command her steed to go forward; remaining at a distance –– the pages from her tome gliding open, while the arcane ruins already surround her form and with the chanting of the incantation complete ––strikes down one of the archers. She doesn’t stop to glance over toward the swordsman. Morgan couldn’t waste any time especially with archers involved, instead heading toward the second archer within her range and another bolt of lightening strikes them too; hitting them once, but missing the second.

This allows for the archer to allow a arrow to go loose –– grazing one of her shoulders in the process. 

The wound wasn’t deep, but it stung nevertheless. Taking a deep breath, she summoned another bolt of lightning, annihilating the enemy. With that done, her eyes wander a bit – searching for Noël; it wasn’t long till she spotted him engaged with the other two archers. She urges for her steed to fly near him, changing to her silver lance; she blocks one of the arrows from one his exposed flanks.

          Relish the ears with the crackle and split brought by gorgon vines, conceived through pages of yore like the lower half of SIN’S CERBEREAN hounds that quench and spill! out and in and out again, for BRUNHILDE’S nature is no different to that gatekeeper of spells who brings SEVEN whole and seven wide, a warrior’s final breath to the empyrean sky. With mouths stretched open under heaven’s door, honourable fools hang, impaled upon thick rods stained in carnage, cerise glistens thick upon plant and splint and oozes slow like honey sap, the substance of humanity’s vile ink. 

“I’ve got time.” It wasn’t a lie, but not exactly the truth either. He had about a week left to write something new for VaniStar’s next album and planned on working on it later today, but hey, a little break never hurt anyone.

He watched her as she considered his offer, fingers twitching in his pockets. If she didn’t want to, then that was fine with him. The conflict with the bullies earlier might’ve drained her too much, and that was cool too. Maybe he could treat her another time. But seeing the smile on her face return, Noël had a good feeling he wouldn’t be getting any work done later (Which he was thankful for, though don’t let his manager hear that).

His secret would be safe with Morgan, she wouldn’t let anyone know of this escapade. Maybe her Mother, but she knew she could trust her with things. Father and Inigo would probably talk openly about their outings. They were definitely a no go–– so she understands his predicament.

“Anywhere?” She asks, her eyes growing wide. That complicated matters, because where would they go? She tears her gaze away from him, briefly to think it over, rubbing at her chin with her fingers.

There were a few cute restaurants nearby, which she vaguely remember her brother mentioning where he had his own outings with some cute girls. By cute girls, he meant his friends Lucina and Severa, and occasionally Cynthia. Then! She snaps her fingers, eyes sparkling with joy. It hits her, of where they could go, but she doesn’t remember the name.

Send me a “Whoops!” and my character will accidentally…

5. injure your muse

“It’s pretty easy once you get a hang of it.” Noël said, raising his voice slightly so he could be heard over the wind. 

To his side stood Morgan, and below them were buildings that varied in height. The one directly ahead of them looked to be 100 or so feet, which, in his opinion, didn’t seem too bad. He’d done farther distances and managed to get out of it injury-free. Surely Morgan would be able to handle this.

Parkour wasn’t exactly his thing, but he wouldn’t deny that the adrenaline rush that came from it felt amazing. So when Morgan asked him about it, he didn’t hesitate to take her up on it. 

“I’ll go first, then you follow, yeah?” He gave her a thumbs up before taking a few steps back. A few moments passed and then he broke into a sprint, jumping across the length between the buildings and the other obstacles in the way. Once he’d completed his run, Noël turned back and waved at Morgan.

He doubted she’d be able to hear him from here unless he shouted, but he could see her beginning her run. His chest swelled with pride as he saw her leap, her form graceful and beautiful, just as expected from a dancer. Then suddenly she landed and Jesus fucking Christ, that didn’t look good at all.

“Morgan!” His voice cracked as he said her name. He ran over to her, making sure that she was all right. Well, no, she wasn’t all right. Legs shouldn’t bend that way. But she was alive. And there was no blood. So that was a good sign. Hopefully.

(^Yarne’s ears always feel a bit sore)

Big Brothers and Sisters `v´

Hearing her other concern, Noël just let out a nervous laugh. While he personally didn’t care about his own reputation, he’d have hell to pay once Ichizou caught wind of the incident. And maybe his career would suffer some consequences… All right, maybe he cared a little bit. But it was worth it if he helped Morgan out.

“Don’t sweat it,” he said, waving it off. Thinking about the two jackasses who left, he snorted. After the beat down he gave them (which could’ve been a lot worse), Noël was sure they didn’t have any pride left. And if they did come back again, he’d just kick their asses. Again. “I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.”

He fell silent, unsure of what else to do. Suddenly the park felt unsafe and he didn’t want to leave Morgan like this. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, trying to come up with something. Then it hit him.

“Oh, that sounds goo–– wait, what? Tr–treat me?” She sputters, surprised about his offer; smile becoming nonexistent for a second, “I... this isn’t taking time out of your schedule, is it?” Morgan looks at him worriedly, almost shyly to this proposal. Of course, if she was in better spirits she’d immediately take the opportunity.

The pinkette touches at the shoulder strap attached to the bag she carries, filled with things like a bottle of water, cell phone, charms and her wallet. He was trying to cheer her up, huh? Although worried about the little things, her smile appears once more.

attack him from the back

just do it

he has no support

Send “✹POW!✹” and my character will react to your character hitting them

6. shove from behind

Noël was usually the first to arrive to his and Morgan’s spot and today was no exception. Recently, she’d been coming later and later but he didn’t mind. She had her own things to do, and he used the time waiting for her to work on new material for his next album.

He set Flying Nighthawk down after playing for about half an hour. The sun gradually moved towards the west and some stars could be seen in the sky. Noël looked right and left, no sign of Morgan in sight. Checking his watch, he decided he’d wait fifteen more minutes before leaving.

In the mean time, he could check on his cats.

Taking his phone out, Noël opened up Neko Atsume. A small smile made its way onto his face as the sight of the cats greeted him. He then refilled the food and took pictures when suddenly a shove from behind caused him to loosen his grip.

His heart nearly exploded and he let out a noise that would make a soprano envious. Thankfully he caught his phone in time, but he could still feel his heart racing. Pocketing his phone, he whipped around to see Morgan with a mischievous grin.