#guremio

Flik felt his head snap to his right and a burn on his cheek. He blinked in surprise looking back at the man who had slapped him. He stared at Gremio's usually calm eyes and he saw the anger brewing within them. What in the world did he do? Did he accidentally leave Tir somewhere unattended the last mission? Did Gremio think he stole his hatchet? Did he insult his cooking? What did he do?

guremio started following you

"G.. Gremio?"

♙ Character my muse hates:

Flik probably hates (or dislikes) unjust rulers: Luca Blight, Barbarossa, maybe even Windy. Also Viktor at times. I'm even sure he hated Jowy for a time because he couldn't believe such a young boy could be such a backstabber. 

☢ Character my muse is afraid of:

Angry Leona with a tray

Starter for: guremio

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Flik’s legs felt like lead. 

Covered in muck, dirt, sweat, and possibly blood, Flik gripped Odessa and continued to trek up the rocky terrain. His vision swam before him as the images around the edge of his vision began to blur. His feet burned with every step and his muscles ached for rest, but they had to keep going...It was life or death: And Flik was going to live. 

The Imperial Soldiers were going to find them. After the Liberation Army's horrible defeat, the Empire's army was going to raze everything the Liberation was: especially the traitors. And in the Empire's eyes, every Liberation Army soldier was a traitor.

Flik closed his eyes and tried to forget the slaughter, the blood bath, of the battle. He swallowed some saliva to try and soothe his dry throat.

8. Their car just broke down. 

Sometimes Viktor hated his stubborn pride. 

Everybody insisted that his old pickup truck was way too old and he needs a new one but the older man insisted that it was fine the way it is. Yeah sure it needs a paint job and he can't drive anywhere that's uphill but nobody's perfect right? 

Well now he's stuck in the middle of nowhere because of having so much faith. Viktor cannot believe he trusted this pile of junk.

With a sigh, he took out his phone and called. 

"Hello?"

18. They’re crying too hard to be coherent. 

"What do you mean?" Flik asked shakily. He clutched the phone, his stomach seemed to drop all the way down to hell.