Amiable Pheraen

    「⚜」— Picnics are always nice! A good way to eat, relax, and enjoy the beauty of the land while bonding with another. He had never exactly been on a picnic, due to his duties and such, so his father had time to plan out the small father-son picnic they were going to have.

    Once Wolt had finally caught up with Wil, he took at look at the basket that Wil gesturing at. It certainly was appetizing, especially since Wolt was pretty much fine with eating almost anything on his plate. He couldn’t wait until they go to the place they were going to be at for the day!

    “ That sounds great! If you don’t mind telling, where exactly are we going to have the picnic at? Or are you going to show me as we walk over there? “

“A little mix of both!” he replied, securing the basket, now holding it with both hands rather than just one, just in case his hands were more slippery than he thought- His worries weren’t entirely unfounded, but his grip was more than enough. Still, the grin on his face never faltered, the giddy sort of joy still almost tangible in the air around him.

    「⚜」— Wolt had responded his father’s waving with a wave in return. The enthusiasm of his father was very contagious, a smile was gradually growing on his face. After 16 years, his father had finally come back. A rather bittersweet reunion it was, as it resulted with Wolt yelling at his own father and making him cry. But that was the past, they get along much more smoothly now.

Eyeing the basket Wil held, Wolt could only guess of the food that was inside. To be frank, he will eat almost anything, as long as it isn’t spicy. Some fruit would be very nice, as they’re simple, but very delicious.

    “ Definitely! What are we going to be doing today, father?“ he asked as he walked up to Wil. This day was going to be great, he could just feel it!

Wil’s eyes shined as he met the other halfway, lifting the basket a little and gesturing at it with his free hand for emphasis. “Picnic! I saw a nice spot a while back, and I thought it would be perfect for one- I packed sandwiches, too!”

He had to hold himself back from burrowing in the picnic basket and showing everything to Wolt, but that could wait until they were there- An open field bordering a forest that Wolt probably knew of without a doubt, but it was a nice place, nonetheless- He could show his son his flawless sandwiches when they were there. But mentioning them wouldn’t hurt, right?

『Sᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ sɪɢʜᴛs ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ, sᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ʙɪʀᴅɪᴇ

                                                    Aɴᴅ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ 』

                                       ʜᴏᴍᴇ ☆  ʀᴜʟᴇs ☆  ᴀsᴋ

Semi-selective Wil from Fire Emblem: Blazing Sword, 3+ years of RP experience.

He’s been hoping, wishing and planning for this day to come for ages, and now that the day was here, he couldn’t help but be excited, filled with joy and energy and sheer anticipation from head to toe that he quite literally couldn’t stay completely still, a fully-grown man hopping around in a bout of childish glee, picnic basket grasped in his hands firmly, because heavens forbid he drops it. 

The basket itself was filled with food, what else, apples and bread and cookies and juice and all the good stuff you want at a picnic, especially a father-son picnic, and he’d never been this ready in his life- Making up for lost time, really, and he’s so, so glad.

Wil, spotting aforementioned son now approaching, positively beams as he waves.

repost & bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

「⚜」— As expected, Wolt immediately regretted what he had said to his father. The sudden slam of the table and Wil’s response startled Wolt, not knowing what to do until he noticed the other was crying. Oh man, he screwed up big time. The uncomfortable feeling in his chest hit him like an arrow, the sensation beginning to make him feel terrible from what he had done. Shit, shit, think up of something quickly-

“ W-wait… You’re crying… I didn’t mean to come off in such a way I- “

A sudden pause as Wolt shut his mouth and lowered his head. The damage had already been done. The feeling of regret was definitely taking a toll on Wolt now. Unsteady breathing, his body shakking, he was guilty of his actions. With that, Wolt looked at his father in the eyes, though his vision began to cloud due to the tears that threatened to stream down his face. Without caution, Wolt went ahead and gave his father a hug, before he managed to choke out a few select words.

“ I just want you to stay. “

He’d been too harsh. He shouldn’t have slammed his hands on the table, shouldn’t have yelled, it wasn’t Wolt’s fault, he should be yelling at him, it was noone’s fault but his own. Lowering his head, Wil had already closed his eyes to stop the tears, but they kept coming anyways, not ready to open them again until Wolt says something, anything-

Until the other began tearing up too, breath irregular and voice cracking, and his eyes flew open, just in time to see the other- his son- look straight at him with watery eyes and fling his arms around the brunet.

I just want you to stay.

Wil hiccoughed, swallowed hard, almost at a loss for words, but only almost, as he found his voice again.

「⚜」— A sudden influx of emotions took over Wolt. Confusion, happiness, anger were some of the more dominant emotions the archer felt. Especially anger. He was dead silent for a few moments, trying to take in what Wil had said to him. “ I’m sorry for not telling you earlier. ” That simply wasn’t going to cut it. His own father, the one that was supposed to be there for him and support him- is now trying to apologize for all those years he didn’t have a father? He wasn’t going to take any of that. Not today.

The scowl on his face wasn’t exactly helping Wil either.  It showed the young archer’s anger at the other. He made eye contact with the other, as is he was glaring into the other’s soul. Hands clenched, he tried his best to control his temper. But it was no use. He needs to say something about his father’s actions, and he couldn’t bottle up his feelings any further. This had to be done.

“ After leaving me and my mother for practically all my life, was it really worth the effort just to give me a simple apology? Why did you leave so long ago? Are you even worth my time to be around after you have been gone for 16 years? Will I even be able to have the father that I never had in all my existence?! Will you promise not to leave me again after all you had done? That is all I ask for, and IDEMAND an answer! “

This was so much like the time Rebecca had kicked him in the stomach that it was almost amusing in a really sick way- Just that the physical pain had translated into a double load of guilt and emotional pain, and Wil was about to snap under the pressure. The brunet flinched back at first, taking the shouting with wide eyes and a pained expression, before he finally bit back, his hands slamming onto the table louder than he had intended, voice cracking, shaky-

“Do you think I wanted to leave? Do you think I didn’t think about that? I know I broke my promise, I know I’ve been a horrible father, I knew sorry isn’t gonna cut it, I-I know-”

Wil stopped, his throat closing up as he broke off, ignoring the eyes fixed on them as he lowered his head again, unable to look Wolt in the eye anymore, hands curling into fists as he blinked harshly. If he couldn’t keep his promise to Rebecca to never leave her again, how could he trust himself to promise the same for Wolt? The archer choked.

「⚜」— Wil… That name sounded so familiar to him. Where did he hear that name from again? He has heard stories of the brave knights of Caelin, taking back their land when Lundgren attempted to take over. “ Wil? Pleasure to meet you, although your name sounds familiar to me… Not sure where I heard of it, allow me to think… ”  In deep thought, Wolt was trying to remember exactly where he heard that name. All of a sudden, a memory came to him.

It was of him and his mother talking to one another. He had mentioned about who was his father and what happened to him, and she gave a frown to him. Once she gave him that face, he knew that he had to tread carefully. She told him what his name is, a bit of who he was, and that was about it. Taking that previous knowledge, he took a look at the archer in front of him. Could it be? Of course not, it was just a coincidence! That is what he had hoped.

“ … I think I may know where I heard your name from. Do you know of a person named Rebecca, by any chance? “

The flash of recognition in Wolt’s face is all the hints Wil needs to falter, and the greenet mentioning Rebecca, of all people, is enough to make him deflate entirely, fake grin dropping off his face for the how-manyeth time that day, gaze lowering as he winced.

“I’m sorry for not telling you earlier.” He replied, before his brain could catch up with his tongue, and the guilt in his gut multiplied tenfold in a matter of seconds- A simple ‘yes’ would’ve completely sufficed, but there he goes, spouting stuff that he really didn’t need to. Great job, idiot. The archer’s shoulders pulled upwards as he shrank into himself.