#finnmaccoolguy

Hell. To see another place burned to the ground, another town of innocents ruined for nothing more than the sake of carnage. She’d gorged herself on enough flame and soot to know whoever did this was in it for the thrill, the massacres to come were for nothing more than fun. It reminded her of them, those fucking Romans. He was right, he wasn’t her enemy. Still, he shouldn’t ask her such questions if he didn’t want an honest answer. “Rome!!” She was already screaming at the top of her lungs, sword drawn and plunged into the ground as she turned to wholely face him. 

“My truest enemy will always be Rome! Everything that has so much as touched the Roman empire gives me a longing for blood unmatched by any Berserker!” Her hands were already trembling, she looked too much like an addict that’d been without her fix for weeks. That big sister façade was always destined to crash, but never did she expect it to end like this. “Every day… I am faced with something from Rome, something born of Rome or merged into it, its enough to drive one to madness! But I bite my tongue! I drown in my own blood for the sake of history’s entirety. But one day I will drown no more. When this calamity ends, my final actions back on this earth will be to wrap my hands around all of their necks! I want to see the light leave the eyes of them all!" 

"It weren't boring. That thing was the size of a building!"

Kiss Me(me) | Accepting

“Eh? You…you can’t just-!” Surely he was only flirting, and while it was true that they were alone, she still couldn’t believe he’d be serious about it. Until he took her hand in his and pulled her close. “It’s so sudden, I can’t!”

ailill never wanted to be in a hgw so he thinks of it a curse to be in one. he follows the orders of the master regardless of it being against his morality as a person and yet when he finally comes across lancer, he’s suddenly interested in the war.

even though ailill was said to be highly skilled in combat-- a master of various weapons and a fearsome war commander overall that he’s always on the front lines instead of kings being made to be sheltered by his army, he’s never once fought with someone who could overwhelm him or force him to go in full. not even conchobar, not even cu chulainn and not even fergus himself. all his life he’s fought mediocre warriors. never the ones labeled heroes for some reason.

clashing with fionn would make him take everything seriously. although ailill has never underestimated any opponent, in fionn’s case it’d be in its full capacity. he’s gonna be so cautious and calculating with his steps and every action.

this is fionn. another hero who earned a name in history and he’s naught but a tyrannical king who was indirectly killed by his equally tyrannical wife. both skilled and experienced in the art of war. the other was deemed noble while the other forgotten and never acknowledged. it’s a contrast that both would enjoy.

fionn possesses divinity not to mention which ailill’s spears would be effective against. he’s never had to pull any of his divine spears and yet he’s gonna be so challenged to the point ailill will most likely empty his arsenal.

She wished to be respectful to the older man, he was a fine knight after all. But after everything that happened, would he be happy to see her? Perhaps not.

So she simply kept her eyes lowered and spoke a soft greeting.