#gladiatoris

tell us about your relationship with your father.

"That bastard doesn't deserve to be called a father."

what is your relationship with your mother?

"She was everything to us. There wasn't anything we wouldn't do to make her smile, her happiness was our happiness. We became too reliant on her that when she was suddenly gone ..."

The rest, as they say, is history.

do you drink?

"Amestris isn't as lenient as the bastards that run this place. Which reminds me, you still set on giving me a cup?"

what are your greatest imperfections?

"The lousy judgement I have when it comes to picking friends. Before I realize I've made a mistake, it's too late. They're attached at the hip and whining for attention like a little kid, and to make matters worse, they're impossible to shake off."

Atum: What are your greatest imperfections?

“Being human, I suppose.”

Anubis: How do you feel about death?

“It is inevitable being a natural part of life. I do not fear it in anyway. It shall be accepted with open arms, like an old friend." 

Hermes: Have you ever stolen anything?

Naive- The Kooks

I'm not saying it was your fault, although you could have done moreOh, you're so naive, yet so...How could this be done? By such a smiling sweetheartOh, and your sweet and pretty face in such an ugly waySomething so beautiful that every time I look inside

Dog: Have you ever betrayed a friend?

“I lied but I didn’t betray him, there is a difference.”

Bear: Are you addicted to something?

“Nothing in the physical sense, but I didn’t want to have any regrets, so maybe I was addicted to the thought of living without them.”

Horse: Tell me about your first love.

“I had my first taste of freedom at a young age, and have been in love with her ever since.”

Butterfly: What’s your biggest dream?

!!!!!!!!!!!!

omg no shsshshshshsh

im going to cry!

"Salve. Something you need, puella?" Mu asked, knowing well the impish glimmer in her eyes.Unfortunately, the captain only knows how to rough-house with children. And by that, he means collateral damage with other absurdly robust Fanalis.

Pink fog clear at last, revealing almost an entirely different person beneath it. Still a priestess, yet she stood tall and proud. Still the same Magi, yet she smiled bright  as the sun. 

Still Scheherazade, yet she took her steps with a hand on her hip. At first, the woman blinked wildly, confused with where this was supposed to be. She had half a mind to discard the seeming useless wooden staff at first, but decided to keep it instead, just in case. The buildings around her were tall and unfamiliar, yet she felt that these weren't her first steps here. 

The people around her unrecognizable, though one stood tall above the rest, and the priestess' eyes would widen, making her way throughout the small crowds and towards the figure, reaching out to lightly take hold of their arm and speaks, though a little out of breath.

"Hey, you -- !"

“…The fuck was that?”

Although he was aware the man was approaching from afar, the wizard wasn’t aware of the speed in which the half-blooded Fanalis held. Turning around slowly, he noticed a long, dangling, thickly braided strand of black hair dangling from his hands as he ran off.

…

Then, it clicked.

“…?! MY HAIR!! YOU RED-HEADED SON OF A BITCH!”

“I am going to make sure your death is a slow and painful process. You will pay in the worse way for messing with the likes of a Magi.”