feeling closer to the stars

⋆⭒˚.⋆ rules & muses

When he sees her, he smiles, a natural cause and effect reaction. Just like when she runs toward him and launches herself into his arms, he plucks her midair, hands catching around her waist. The momentum of it sends them into a swing before he pulls her to him and wraps his arms around her.

Right here, with her arms around him and his head in the crook of her shoulder, there's no place that brings him greater peace.

The problem is that Ephraim doesn't quite know how to entertain the Frelian princess. Unlike her brother, he doesn't think that she'll appreciate being dragged through a series of competitions. Being Eirika's friend, he expects her to be more like her.

Unfortunately, that means he's out of ideas.

"Ah... would you...care for a tour of the castle? You don't often visit."

"You're here. You're really here."

Ephraim wants to believe that he can be strong on his own, that it meant something when he took three of Renais' best knights deep into enemy territory and told himself he was buying his father and sister time. That he could be relied upon to sweep away every worry and woe from his dear sister's face. That he could be a son his father would be proud of. But Orson betrayed them and their father is dead and Renais is lost and Lyon might be too. The weight of his mistakes weighs heavy on his heart and soul. If he can save only one person, let it be his sister.

Jehanna crawls with Grado's men, led by the newly appointed Tiger Eye, Caellach, and the Moonstone, Valter. Neither man is worth the honor of the air they breath. Ephraim and Reginleif cut a path of blood through the desert and it is not until he sees her, hale and here, after living in the agony of uncertainty, that he breaks and make his way toward her.

"Of course I'm here." He presses his hand to the back of her head and holds her close. "Don't tell me that you doubted me." Even now, he's affecting his confidence in a bid to assure her that all is well. And it is for they are united once more.

random prompts >> accepting !!

"Guess I'm famous." He affects a confident tone but the Guardian's presence sets him on edge as much as he finds himself in awe of him. Though he's always been a devout believer it is a different thing altogether to be faced with proof of one's beliefs.

"Knight of Cousland who always wished to be a Grey Warden." The Guardian's gaze fixes on him and he finds himself unable to look away. "You gave up much for the woman you follow. Your family, your life, your dream. Do you regret the path you have chosen?"

Roland had never put his life into that perspective, but what the Guardian asks is no untrue. When he was sent to be a squire at the castle, it was with the understanding, even at that age, that he would rarely see his family, if ever again. Any life he might have had among his father's holdings was lost. And his dream to be a Grey Warden, well, Duncan had picked Clare, not him.

He shakes his head. "I gave up nothing. I earned a new family and was given a new life." His eyes settle on Clare. "And I earned the love of the woman I follow."

Sooner than you think, he wants to tell her. Outside his window, buildings and trees whip by in a blur. The car is silent and his driver's focus is on the road ahead. He's mentally counting down the time it'll take to arrive. "I'm going to try to make time for us soon." He leans against the car door and smiles. The reflection of it feels foreign. "They owe me a lot of time off and there's only one person I want to spend it with."

The car pulls up to a small house with a familiar car parked outside. He waves to the driver and exits. The door shuts resoundingly behind him and the car pulls away.

"So, what are you wearing?"