#convxntus

Aohd stood by the bulletin board of an old fishing village. There was a notice, seemed to be up for awhile as the ink seemed faded compared to the rest. His emerald eyes read the scribe about the seas being tormented by pirates. He folded his arms as he looked at it, only to feel a small tug on his coattail.

A small child with a toll in her hand was standing by his side, “Are you gonna fight the pirates like everyone else?” “’Everyone else?’ Others have tried?” “Yeah, but I think the pirates are really nice because no one ever comes back.” “... Oh.”

Aohd would get onto one knee with a smile, “Well... I’m nicer, I’ll bring everyone back!” He would pat her head and stand up, making his way to the dock.

There was a ship docked, must have been for some time. The captain was a hardened sailor, his eyes out on the horizon. Aohd approached the man, the captain not turning back as they spoke, “Aye, what do you need, lad?” “I’d like to seek passage.” “Whereto? You know the seas are dangerous, you might not--” “To the danger.” The captain would turn about to look at the young lord, his eyes widening. To seek such danger, why... He must be--!

A fool.

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Favourite Anime: LOCAL MAN SAVES ANIME

Favourite Manga: The only manga I’ve ever actually read is... uh... does Scott Pilgrim count?

Video games: FIRE EMBLEM FIRE EMBLEM FIRE EMBLEM FIRE EMBLEM also I’ve been horribly addicted to Fallout 4 lately and I just beat Shantae and the Pirate’s Curse. I also play Smite and League of Legends.

Sports: I used to play basketball and baseball, but I’m, uh, not much of a sport person


Last song I listened to: I like to listen to music while I play video games, but I usually listen to more energetic music. Like Sweet Child O Mine.

First language: English

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【 ♕ 】         It was a simple mistake, but it was one she still wasn’t quite used to. It was a strange phobia of hers that she hated, but she’d get violent whenever people would come up from behind her. She thought they could see it, the thing she had tried todesperately to hide.

                     Clawing his arm was a complete and utter accident, but he truly didfrighten her. At the very least, she always kept her nails clean so he shouldn’t get an infection or anything. Fionn opened her mouth to speak, but found no words left it. Just gibberish.

[   ♮   ]  ❝ Agh! ❞  The sound excited his mouth without him meaning to, as the mark turned and scratched him on his exposed arm.  He recoiled, suddenly aware of the little space between the two, stepping back and searching her face for answers.

[   ♮   ]  He found none, just her mouth open and babbling nonsense.  It was... stranger than someone who didn’t want to just keep their coin.  She wouldn’t have attacked him if she knew he only wanted to steal.  People... didn’t do that. 

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“General. Please.” Aron gasped. He’d only been part of this army for a few hours, and he was already regretting it. This new training schedule she’d assigned him hadn’t helped. “I’m an archer and a scout. Not a fighter.”

“Blond hair, purple silk, hanging over his shoulder...”

As he made his way down the docks, Adrian mentally repeated the description that Fionn had given him; he certainly hoped he wouldn’t end up hailing the wrong man for help... But what if this Emeric had chosen to wear his hair differently? What if he wasn’t at the docks at all? How would he find Fionn if things fell through?

“I’ll end up right back where I began...” The merman lowered his ears.

But there was the inn that Fionn had mentioned-- the Lady’s Port. It was a large building clearly made for housing a good number of people, but the sea’s salty grasp had grabbed hold over time, rendering what was once undoubtedly a welcoming place quite dreary indeed. Still, warm light filtered through the fogged up windows, and as Adrian pushed open the door a flurry of greetings rushed to meet him.

The interior was much more well kept-- even if the majority of tables were empty; hardened sailors sat here and there, sipping on ale and making jovial conversation. In the corner there appeared to be a group playing some sort of game; they were the loudest bunch, hollering whenever a new round began or ended. Drawing closer, Adrian realized they were rolling dice, and one man in particular seemed to be doing quite well...

“...Blond hair, purple silk, hanging over his shoulder...”

“E-excuse me, Sir Emeric!” The words slipped out before he could really consider a more tactful approach, and Adrian found himself struggling to ignore the number of eyes that locked onto him as he made his way across the room. “I apologize for the interruption, but Miss Fionn sent me to inquire about your assistance due to her... erm... displeasure with nautical related things...”