vir fortis.

independent. semi-selective. multi-muse roleplay blog ft. aether ( genshin impact ), byleth ( fire emblem 3 houses ), kurosawa naoto ( original character ) + additional muses that may be added in the future  penned by chris. 28. he/him. new zealand.

the group project. xiao froze, NOTEBOOK in hand —— halfway shoved      ( hastily ) into his bag. he had nearly forgotten. or rather, he had been hoping his so-called partner would forget. he knew he was more than capable of finishing it by himself —— and in fact, if given the option, xiao would have found doing so preferable. it was better that way; he would only need to rely on his own capabilities, and could be freed from the TEDIUM of social interaction. why their professor had decided to torment him so with such a request was truly beyond him. surely there were other students better equipped for the task.

the musician looked down at his bag, exhale hissing through his teeth.  ❛   i am, yes.   ❜  he glanced at the blond out of the corner of his eye. silent CALCULATION.   ❛   i was thinking… i could do the project on my own. wouldn’t that be preferable?   ❜  he turned fully to stare.  ❛   i do not mind if you still take CREDIT for half.   ❜

           it wasn’t impossible to read the obvious annoyance in xiao’s expression alone. instead of feeling wrong-footed at the HOSTILITY aimed towards him, aether couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. he was used to this behaviour, especially coming from xiao, and he knew it was not brought on by truly negative emotions and so he did not take his words in offense. still, he would be lying if he was to say it didn’t dampen his mood.      

‘You… got me something?’ 

The warmth of their hug lingered, but underneath lay anxiety. She always looked up to Naoto, but now, she felt the need to impress him. To show him that she grew up. That she wasn’t the naive little girl she was in her youth. It felt as if she was walking on eggshells with this self - imposed expectation. She held the box in her hands like a porcelain doll, fragile as their relationship. Upon opening, it was as if she discovered a relic from the past. A dainty bow made from smooth fabric, fit for a young girl. She grazed over the accessory with her fingers, taking it into her hands. 

‘I remember these.’ Her smile shone through her words, and she brushed back strands of hair to put the bow in. It felt silly, but it was for Naoto… Seeing a smile on his face was all she wished for. ‘Thank you.’ 

The grin that split open her face was genuine, as bright as it was when they joked around as kids. ‘I don’t have anything for you on me right now, but I have something for you at home!’ Home. She didn’t dwell on that word ‘home’, and secretly hoped he didn’t, either. ‘And they’ll love you. Promise.’ 

         fists balled in his pocket, he waited in silence as eunchae opened his gift. he did not entertain the feeling of ANXIETY often  ( especially now considering he has all but given up on giving a singular fuck ) but it was different when it came to his sister. he wanted to make up for his mistakes, he wanted to restore the relationship no matter how long it would take, he wanted to make sure she didn’t hate him. and if this singular piece of peace offering was to be proved not good enough then...      ❛ looks great on you. ❜     his smile matched her own, fond and reminiscing. 

he remembered how he would help clip little eunchae’s hair back with various bows almost every morning before school. he remembered how he used to hide some allowance money to save up so he could buy her new ones whenever she would lose them. he remembered how he used one or two at home when his hair started to grow far too long that it covered his eyes. he remembered keeping one accidentally in his bag that night he left their family for good  — 

Felix looked over the discharge papers before letting out a scoff. “Good riddance. I understand that our numbers are low but if they can’t handle a little bit of training at my hands, then they would have most likely died in their first battle, or turned tail and ran the moment a fight broke out. I’d rather a low number of trained soldiers than those with weak wills. Just send me off on my own the next time and I’ll take care of it to make up for the lack of numbers.”

nimble fingers DANCED across the instrument, producing a clear      ( haunting ) melody. he worked in a cycle —— the tune would echo through the room for a time, then xiao would suddenly stop. he placed the flute down with GENTLE hands and picked up a pencil instead, marking down something on a piece of paper. his eyes would dart to and fro —— looking over his notes CAREFULLY. then, with a satisfied nod, he would reach for his instrument and begin the cycle anew. the same somber melody —— this time with perhaps a small addition or change.      ( he was a PERFECTIONIST. at least in regards to his craft. )

the musician’s trance was BROKEN when he just so happened to catch a glimpse of the figure at the door. his body language changed —— gone was xiao’s tranquility, exchanged for a blank, defensive mask.      ( forced composure. ) how long had the blond been standing there? that was… so EMBARRASSING.

❛   do you need something? i was just LEAVING.   ❜  a blatant lie.      ( yet one he certainly planned to follow through with now. )

even with the distance, aether was able to distinguish voice from memory. it really was him. xiao. what a bizarre turn of events... he wondered silently if there were others from the OTHER WORLD in this one, if he would be lucky enough to encounter his old friends, that he completely missed the question asked by the other. he blinked then, awkwardly gripping at the strap of his book bag as he tried to gather his words. at times, he found it difficult to remember the language in which he was expected to speak in, everything was  j u m b l e d  in his brain that aether often times was rendered speechless. he wondered if this made him seem a simpleton to others, though he supposed there was no harm in that. still, it was embarrassing to blatantly STRUGGLE.     

At first she thought he was only playing around, though such a display didn’t seem typical of the traveler.  Concern graced her features and she knelt to one knee beside him.   

“What happened to leave you in such a state?” Ganyu asked softly while taking his arm to wrap around her shoulder.  Though she was quite petite she’d do her best to support him.   

“Can you use your legs?  Have you by chance broken something? I’ll escort you to a physician right away”

it’s endearing,   that’s what he thinks.   the embarrassment,   subtle and honest all at the same time.   the clumsiness,   the awkwardness,   it’s almost like a wave of nostalgia right in front of kojiro,   ﹙  ───  oh,   to be that young again.  ﹚    and the laugh he lets out,  though not faint in its sound,  isn’t anything short of fond at both reki’s behavior and words.  “       aw,   man,   i sure hope you didn’t let out that kinda expression around the girl,   you know,   don’t be such a heartbreaker this early on.       ”   his words,   layered with a brotherly affection,  ties with the harsh ruffle he lands on reki’s head,  another grin taking over the curve of his mouth.     “       of course you should be excited!   a cute girl is giving you the time of day,   i have a feeling that doesn’t happen often …        ”   the trail of his words,   a thoughtful tone in a mock contemplative expression;     sure,   the jab is easy,  if only to rile him up,   but the hand he lays on reki’s shoulder is more comforting than insulting.   or so he hopes.  “       though,  reki,  maybe you don’t feel that way because the chocolates didn’t come from someone special,   huh?       ”  

          ❛ i really don’t think you’re one to talk when it comes to breaking hearts— ❜    even without having had the opportunity to see the other in action, reki was well aware of joe’s penchant for surrounding himself with different giggling girls almost every night. there was a reason why he came to him  about this matter in the first place, though he wasn’t sure what kind of advice he even expected ( or wanted, for that matter ). of course he was RELIEVED to have received something for valentines day, he has waited  seventeen  years for this after all. but such a feeling of relief did not necessarily translate into happiness.. and therein laid the problem. he was expected to be happy, wasn’t he? the other guys in his class certainly seemed like it when they received their  chocolates.

@prtgniiist​ liked for Felix​

“If this is about the way I treated the trainees during training–” He starts as he walks into the classroom turned war room, arms already crossed. “–then I won’t deny that I was harsh. But they need to be prepared and going easy on them is just going to get them killed. So I don’t see where I’m wrong in that.”

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