#exiled-rose

send me ❛ fuckin’ nerd ❜ for this.

Cinderella: “A dream is a wish your heart makes” What’s that for you?          To find someone I can get alone with and go travelling. That’s always been my dream.

Simba: Something a parent has taught you.          Depression is something you can overcome. You can be down for years and it will hurt those around you but it’s okay to feel down. You’ll win, you’ll be happy eventually.

This year of Beacon was coming to a end. But when something ends, something is a new beginning. Team ARMI was separated, and the leader was far away from the school, gazing from a mountain on the large Emerald Forest. Aeon needed time to think on what he should, how he can fix everything? Being alone like this, the sense of loss was too familiar, in more ways than one.

Aeon summoned his sword and looked at it. Now a different form. Handel was black with spiked hand guard, the center had a hole with a sphere of aura in it, and the blade was azure color. This new form was awakened when he had to save Inori from Mana’s control. He learned a lot out that experience, including how his sword had a spirit dwelling inside it. Nakoma was it's name. Aeon had never felt closer to who he was before, though the spirit didn't know who Aeon was in the past. He was content with the life had to continue his search. But all good things tend to fade.

Sensing a hostile presence, Aeon turned and brought his sword up, blocking another blade. The man before him had long dark red hair into a ponytail. He had black leather armor on his forearms, and chest, the rest was a crimson tunic underneath the armor, brown pants and boots.

Aeon pushed the man away and dodged a stab and two swipes before shooting a aura sphere to knock him back.

The man quickly recovered with a growl. “You think you’re clever huh? Bastard,” he said, having a rasp in his voice. 

“Crimson, I will not have you go wild again on your own,” another man’s voice was heard, sounding wise and deep.

The owner of the voice approached the two. He had black hair in a will raven style cut. He wore blue gauntlets, a furred blue coat with sleeves rolled up, a long sleeved black shirt that was made out of Dust. He also wore blue judo pants and shoes. Aeon noticed his eyes were like his, burning with a aura flame inside.

“What do you two want?!” Aeon demanded, getting ready to fight the two.

“What does it matter? The pint is that you're going to die!” Crimson said with a twisted smirk. 

“Quiet the partner you have there. No quite a team player,” Aeon said to the man.

“Yes. You were better back in the day,” the man replied, which got Aeon’s attention. “Prepare yourself.”

Crimson charged at Aeon and did a rising upper cut, to which Aeon blocked and countered with another aura sphere as he was in the air. Crimson’s foot glowed red aura and knocked the sphere back at Aeon. Aeon was knocked back but quickly recovered. Crimson was on the offensive again as he slashed at him with quick strokes, Aeon meeting his blade with his. High, low, side to side, kicks, all were collided with equal strength. The two were perfectly matched, with similar techniques of fighting style. But where Crimson was aggressive and wild, Aeon was calm and focused. Crimson charged aura into his blade and swung his sword, knocking Aeon’s sword out of his hands. He then stabbed at Aeon but the tip was stopped by his bare hand. Aeon’s aura coated his hand, keeping making it a barrier and holding the blade. His grip was tight, making Crimson unable to move it. Before Crimson knew it, Aeon charged aura into his other hand and punched him in the face, sending flying off the edge of the cliff with his sword. Crimson dug his sword on the side of it, stopping his fall.

Aeon’s arm was grabbed and twisted behind his back by the man. He tried to elbow his head but the man caught it with his other one. Aeon was then kneed hard in the gut.

“I’ll meet you soon. Wait for me,” the man said before yanking Aeon to he edge. He then charged a massive aura sphere and fired it at Aeon, sending him flying across the massive land of the forest. The man looked towards Aeon’s sword.

Crimson climbed towards the top, saying, “I didn't need your help!” The man was gone, along with the sword. “Damn him. After he told me not to be on my own.”

Fingers: Friendship/amicable

Oh god, they’re back.

Yaiba appreciated the fact that he and his band had fans. It was natural considering that they were vying to be the next kings in MIDI City. However, like with every other fandom he’s heard of, there’s those people. God knows how they managed to find him. It’s true that he’s on social networking sites, but he doesn’t update within every second what he’s doing and where. That’s just too much. 

The fox had guessed that these people must have bribed others in one way or another to tell them where they spotted him last. Unlike before where he could enjoy his extra-spicy tonkotsu ramen in peace, he never expected the day where he’d actually find himself spitting at the window at the sight of several dimunitive, anthropomorphic pigs with Shingan Crimsonz shirts ogling him.

7 Deadly Sin Headcanons

Lust:a headcanon about your character’s romantic and/or sexual life

It’s usually very low, and sometimes dead, for a good part of his life. He doesn’t always connect well with people and even when he does it can take a while to develop that kind of relationship. Even then it can be short lived, in his eyes anyway, which is why he probably sees it at mostly dead. 

Gluttony:a headcanon about food or obsessions

Sweet food. It’s only recent that things like candy and desserts became so easy to come to and Lucas is really enjoying the abundance of them. He also has this sneaking susspicion that it’s not going to last for too much longer (in terms of decades anyway) so he’s really enjoying it. It’s enough that you can convince him to do someone he didn’t want if you bribe him with sugary stuff. 

Envy:a headcanon about your character’s secret desires and jealousies

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