#oathgiven

@oathgiven who was once beloved.

passively, fernand observes her.  mathilda is a golden lioness trapped inside her cage, limbs shackled and wings clipped, but he does not stand too close lest he find himself shackled to her by her weepy eyes.  once upon a time, the hurt in her might have hurt him too, but fernand chooses fury over love.  he does not look at her.  he does not dare.  he stands away from her, safe from her lips, as he stares at the stones that forge her prison instead.  

why is he doing this?  fernand leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.  what does the valkyrie know of his pain?  it is a suffering fernand nurtures.  a pain that fuels his pride, his cruelty, his betrayal.  fernand has made his decision and he no longer cares.  he discards his heart as he finds strength to look her in the eye one more time.  this is the last time they will see each other, he thinks.  it is better this way.

“because i can,” fernand answers her.  it feels good to have this power over her for once.  how powerful he feels to deny her for the first time in his life.  “clive is a fool,” he scorns, eyes narrowed.  how refreshed he feels, how renewed!  “he believes the common folk are capable of taking back rigel.  can you believe that?” he laughs; he cannot bear to listen to another word of clive’s nonsense.  the common folk are good for nothing except mindless destruction.  they annihilated his family.  has clive forgotten?  and to think fernand once thought of him as his brother.  it is a betrayal in its own right and fernand insists on repaying the favor.

〔 ✦ 〕❝ LADY Mathilda ? May I perhaps have a word with you ? ❞

Walking up to the older woman, Celica would offer the blonde a kind and curious smile. Truth be told, she admired the other’s grace in battle and her strong beliefs. Mathilda certainly had the redhead’s respect, though she couldn’t help but be curious. There wasn’t a problem with asking a few questions was there ?

@oathgiven - an old daydream.

“my lady mathilda?” fernand asks, surprised at the sudden request.  to be suddenly interrogated about the warrior that could not be his - it catches him off-guard and he finds himself speechless, quiet for a moment as he carefully debates his answer.  

rightfully, he should speak of her noble conquests, her fearsome strength as she commands presence and awe, spearing through a line of enemies as the epitome of grace.  he should speak of her tenacious nature: the hard work that she has done in order to accomplish all of her dreams and goals.  he should speak of her kindness - how she, like clive, has inspired him to fight for their shared cause and how she does not harden in nature despite her warrior nature.

what pretty colours! || accepting.

olive; is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

genny is not normally the jealous type-- she was raised in a priory as a lady of the cloth, so she is very grateful for what she has and knows that if she wants something, she need only work for it and mila will provide when she deems her worthy; there’s no sense in coveting others’ possessions. though there is one thing that gets her every time without fail: people discussing their families. it reminds her of the home she was ousted from as a little girl, and she would give anything to have a real family once more. 

cool grey; if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

    The silence from the iron maiden spoke plain. It was expected of his station to maintain a facade that was unshaken, forged in steel. It was uncommon that Clive that would such thoughts seep into him, when there was much more pressing matters at hand. Such a gloomy visage would be ill fitting for a man who molded himself in maintaining a dependable and confidant demeanor for his men. Try as he might, there would always come a time that it would come looming when he least expected. Such moments were what the paladin was facing.

     Clive simply couldn’t take the chance to lament so openly, as there he held an image he needed to maintain and the ongoing conflicts meant his brother and sister arms needed careful guidance and support behind the scenes. However, he never had the expertise of keeping subtle behind close doors as Lukas did. Clive was a simple man, above all else a man who was honest with what he felt. Mathilda was one person that he didn’t wish to create boundaries with.

     When she broke the silence with an affirmation of sentiments. He meets it with his fingers intertwining with hers. His hand on reaction to squeeze hers with no intention of parting for some time. A mile long gaze took hold as he looked across the horizon a while.  A hum escapes him as he nods at her following words. He would let this opportunity fester in his emotion. In the times of conflict and uncertainty what would remain are those who held their head high and charged with courage that shined to block out the darkness. To turn the feeling of sadness and forge them into steel.