✽ -- { ℱLIGHTY.

there’s something NOVELTY about being under a tree resting rather than keeping lookout. the soothing sound of the wind is a godsend, and how he can allow nature to be his bgm rather than a tipoff for intruders? he hasn’t been able to live that life in ages. but there’s something of nostalgia that makes the experience hollow-- it’s the solace with another, harmonizing beyond the boundaries of conversation, talking in SILENCE. 

the gods hear his prayer. they send him an angel. he says that she’s much more than he asked for, but they knew that an angel would be the only gift to satisfy him. 

what a BEAUTIFUL sight to behold. he thinks he’s falling in love for the very first time. (but allow me to clarify: the given is that the man finds every sight of a woman a beautiful one. thus, this was never the first time, and he’s merely choosily forgetful, selectively amnesiac.) he plunges into her orbit, a satellite, slowly beginning to collide with its celestial overlord... 

he presents himself to her with his best smile. a flower, picked from what had been registered as the ruins, tilts in her favor.

❝ am i doing it right? ❞

he kicks himself into another anti-g flip, laughing at his own antics, wondering if his newfound companion can hear him do so. there’s something beautiful about having the world-- the WORLD!-- carry your weight.

❝ i THINK i’m doing it right... ❞

never did he consider that man could ever go into space, but only look at it from afar and read about it. he’s a stargazer-- he’d greet them like old friends as an old friend would pretend to stare at the ground, but had that old friend come here with him, what would the story be? never had he dreamed of touching a star...

he looks at him with FEAR.

❝ YOU-- ❞ he wrenches out, sword in the same manner. he swings without the force to cut, and how DARE he allow himself to be caught off guard. but his eyes could pierce; they dart about at their rivaling features, which are surprisingly soft and without malice, but that’s what they ALL thought. he holds the blade at the other’s neck, and with grima’s hesitation akin to his own, he makes out: 

❝ nah? ❞

he holds up his sword so it catches the light. HOLLYWOOD caliber.

❝ is this where you’re planning to go to? ❞ and with his weapon brandished in the general direction, he cocks his head to the side, smiling.  ❝ i actually just came from there... it’s quite dangerous. i should go with you! it’s every good soldier’s duty to protect his fair maiden, isn’t it? ❞

he saunters in silence, save for the bare mutters of: one, two, three, ONE, two, three. fingers refuse to rest easy, tapping on his thigh; his feet of the same caliber, pressing the beat into the ground, and just as his cadence is acquainted with his character--

he BURSTS into dance, a paragon of energy, electricity at his fingertips and at his toes, the mutters now idle song, his discretion now what might have been momentary pride-- though in retrospect, as he finishes his piece and comes eye to eye with you, he finds himself too ASHAMED to remember.

he’s into the stargate like a BULL in a china shop with no china to break, rushing in on two feet instead of four, looking like he’d much prefer being on none. he’s a fish on land, gasping for air-- hiccuping and laughing and relieved to simply be. REJOICE! he lives another day. all of: jonah from the whale. moses on the other side of the red sea. mere mortal given a blessing from the gods--

and upon spotting you, merely a CHARMING young man.

❝ looking so glum in a place like this? who turned you down? ❞

the scenery is too beautiful to miss for even a second, and he’s taking it in with deep breaths-- inhaling and exhaling to a rhythm. this is his element. he hasn’t been in a place as BUSY and BUSTLING and BIG as this in what feels like forever. he makes a mental note: republic city is a world he should visit more often. 

it’s an adventure gone horribly wrong. he entered the light portal in stride, all confidence, all show, only to find himself STUMBLING into the world and onto its welcome mat-- the grass below-- foot entangled in a salacious encounter with a stray vine. all he wanted to do was visit the mila tree in its former glory, wondering why its MAGNIFICENCE in particular was named on the registry...

upon hearing a crunch of the grass that isn’t his own, he cries:

the stars twinkle, an awe-inspiring sight, a symphony of the senses. but none can compare to how BRIGHT his eyes shine, casting their blessing upon each and every light portal in the stargate. you may recall seeing him often, in fleeting, as he’s never one to sit out. however, as is his face is brimming with LIFE, the body tires, and his limbs hang limply at his side. 

he looks to you, EXPECTING. 

a permanent starter call for members of ERIDAENUS. like for a starter. this starter call is currently OPEN. the following is a brief description of inigo (fire emblem awakening):

bio: 18 years old, he/him pronouns, son of the exalt-- basically a prince. very flirtatious in nature. friendly and outgoing. a night owl.

likes: tea, girls, girls, tea, and dancing (but you don’t know that)

dislikes: all work and no play, probably zombies

compatibility: inigo is a really sociable person and likes talking to almost all people in general. however, quiet or serious people may be more difficult for him to befriend-- but as a friend, inigo is loyal and unwavering. it’s worthy to note that he has a pretty poor sense of boundaries.