#gaileon

(Feat. @gaileon 

| 2019. | 2018. |

I decided to upload both the text and textless versions of this. 

🌌 - What’s your favorite part of rp?💗 - Do you prefer angst or fluff?

//First one was answered here!

As for the second: f…fluff…I’m a squishy baby who can’t handle a lot of angst all the time…particularly if the characters already have a lot of it in canon (laughs in Jugdral). I mean…I say that, but most of the characters I play minus Reinhardt aren’t really…prone to angsting per se in the first place despite being from Jugdral lmao.

I think it’s like…my Reinhardt is a very subdued person, so I like when he gets involved in a lot of silly situations here. And muses like Fergus and Beowolf are less serious people, so I’m more inclined to angst with them occasionally to show that they can be serious and aren’t just all joking all the time?

(I get a little anxious under the cut so…here is a cut lol.)

Force my muses to destroy themselves apparently || Open

"I fear there are...many layers to that question, which will take some time to go through." Finn said after a few long moments, staring into his drink. It was a good thing that the Askrans had such a good collection of liquors, it was starting to look as if he was going to need it. He pursed his lips and closed his eyes, trying to figure out where to start with the stranger's question before letting out a deep sigh and shaking his head.

"Have you ever resented and loved someone at the same time?" He asked, quietly. "That's what I feel. I...could never see myself with someone other than Lachesis, but even back when she was around, it sometimes felt as if I was - the safe option. The option she chose to escape prying eyes or claims of nobles, someone she could count on not to hold a grudge on Diarmuid for his parentage. That would hurt, but we never had a chance to speak on it before she left us again. And..."

Despite himself, he let out a bitter bark of laughter before taking another sip. "See how that worked out. She went looking for Diarmuid, but he found us after some time anyway, and we never saw her again. Is it wrong to hate a parent for leaving one child to find another? If it was just me she had left behind, well - I have been a poor father to Nanna, I know that. Not the worst, but nowhere near as good as I should have been. Part of me does blame her for that, but..."

Finally, she’s made her way to the front of the crowd, and she looks around quickly for anyone who appears to match the description she’s heard of the Deliverance’s promising young leader: a young man, really just a teenager, with green hair and eyes. He’s said to also have somewhat of a somewhat of a distinguished countenance about him, something that’s atypical for a boy who’s lived in a small farming village all his life. Still, he’s the grandson of the legendary Sir Mycen, so maybe that explains it...

Her eyes settle upon someone who matches that description most of all, and without hesitating, she calls out to him, taking a step closer. “Excuse me...are you Sir Alm?!” When he seems to respond to his name, she poised herself to say that which she must.