#archerofpherae

“Ngh...Easier said-ow!”

✞ : Is your muse religious? Which religion do they follow, if any?

- (also asked by @countreglay and) @stainedglassmonk)

One thing’s for sure- He hasn’t gone to service in a long, long time. Even before the orphanage was destroyed, before Father died, amusingly enough because his own religion was what kept him away- Stealing was a sin, in a way, one that he had no choice but to commit so the others could be spared, so there was no way he could repent- He knew it was wrong, yes, but eventually, he grew accustomed to it.

Perhaps that was what drove him away. He barely felt he could stand before Father like that, much less St. Elimine’s teachings with the knowledge he was purposely turning away from them, so that the words fell on deaf ears. Visits became sparse, not being able to take the guilt, and after the orphanage was gone, he stopped entirely- He kept seeing Father up at the front instead of whoever is speaking, and the words turned fuzzy and indistinct in his mind. The war only worsened it all- He had blood on his hands, adding onto it all, making him feel unworthy.

Nope, it’s Jaune! As @energeticrxse guessed

      ❝ Forgive me, but I don’t believe we have met.❞  Golden eyes studied the man before her for but a mere moment before they flickered to the bow that was strung upon his back. So he was an archer; Micaiah herself was much more suited to her magic tomes than swords or other weapons of the like.

      ❝ I am Micaiah, Queen of Daein. And yourself?❞

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       Ruby wasn’t going to protest, as much as she wanted to, he was right about the energy being off around here. Perhaps there were grimm possibly wandering about to cause the said sort of vibe off, or maybe it was just people that were looking for trouble. Regardless, she’d take her cape back and out of his hand’s. Not really appreciating the previous of being pulled back by it. “Uhm, alright...But you could have told me to stay put, instead of pulling me back, that really hurt.”

Break the ice; have our muses interact! x

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      It was one thing to shout at her to stay near the male himself, but another to actually hold onto her cape while she tried to move away to see if there were any escape routes.Evidently, it caused her to fumble back onto the ground, a mousy expression to surface onto pale features. “…Okay.”

          &&. THEY’LL be upon them soon. she knows it’s inevitable–garon had already caught a glimpse of her, and he knows something is the matter. it’s only worse with the distance she’s put between herself and him now. more than ever, he’s not going to be willing to listen to nor tolerate her reasoning. what else can she possibly do? her options are slimming with every passing moment, and as she holds her child tightly in his arms, she gradually comes to realize that her plan has almost no chance of succeeding. 

         ⟨ …LEO, ⟩ she whispers, desperately, kneeling to place her son down upon the floor. her time is short, and the sound of approaching footsteps is audible. she knows the king has alerted his soldiers, and they will be coming to stop her. to ruin any chance she has at redeeming herself, at giving her son the life she so dearly wanted him to have. 

         ⟨ YOU have to run, baby. you have to run far away from this place, alright? mommy will see you again, but please, you need to run. do you understand, leo? ⟩

         THE young prince looks up at her, an unreadable expression set upon his features. if anything, it’s blank–neutral. she knows it’s because he does not trust her. she cannot blame him, either, for her past behavior has been anything but atrocious. however, it shall not stop her from trying, for the boy’s entire future depends on this moment. even if he does not think of her as an ideal mother, even if he doubts her love for him and thinks that she is selfishly abandoning him now…she will push onward and pray that he listen to her just this once. her last chance to prove that she loves him more than anything else, even if he cannot realize it. 

         A sharp gasp leaves her trembling lips when voices ring out and soldiers are suddenly rounding the corner, charging towards them and immediately seizing her. the woman does not struggle, only pleads with her voice and prays–prays so desperately that her son will hear her out and save himself. 

         ⟨ LEO, run! please, RUN!! ⟩ faye begs, hot tears prickling at emerald hues and overflowing to the point of slipping down the pallor of her cheeks. ⟨ RUN AWAY!! ⟩ 

         PERHAPS it is the glare the the soldiers are shooting him, perhaps it is because one advances towards him. but finally, he obliges, if only for his own sake as his shaking legs are thrown into action, pushing him away from her and running, running down the corridor. he only makes it to the end, however, when the king himself rounds the corner and serves as the wall the child crashes into. almost immediately, he bends down to pick his son up, holding him firmly in his arms, looking up in time to see the hope in his previously beloved’s eyes shatter. 

         THERE is no chance now; she is to be either executed or exiled for her crime, and either way, leo will be left in the hands of garon. left in the hands of a man who’s been twisted and warped, and can no longer serve as the king and loving father that he used to be. he knows that all that awaits in her son’s future now is further training, further stress and responsibility, and lies piled upon lies that faye knows garon will tell him. they’ll range from lies about himself to lies about her–of course garon couldn’t have leo possibly missing his mother–and in the moments that she’s being dragged away by the soldiers, she wonders how badly the king will warp her son’s opinion of her.