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₪  - I still haven’t had the courage to send you an ask/reach out to you

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Rhen lifted an eyebrow at the Dragoon. "So, you would not share the vast space of a roof with me, but a bed is perfectly acceptable?"

It was an unexpected offer, but Rhen had to admit he was intrigued. He shrugged nonchalantly, averting his eyes in the process, but his ears betrayed his interest with the way they tilted towards the other.

@ryukishini​ said:       “Are you stuck? You got yourself up there, you can get down.” 1001 drg problems lol

  A frown tugs at his lips, his arm tugging lightly against the branches that snagged on his gear. He seemed to be lodged in the tree securely, branches piercing the fabric of his gear or hooked under metal and belts in a way that made even twisting difficult. He huffed. For a dragoon who had trained endlessly, who had felled numerous foes both dragon and man alike, one would think he wouldn’t jump so close to a tree. Sometimes, he didn’t think his actions through all that far...

  “Is that so?” he called back, squinting down at Estinien. He huffed, tugging again at the branches - harder this time. “Seems the tree doesn’t wish for me to get back down, but if you insist on me getting myself free...”

  Rothalion twisted his body abruptly, forcing his arm out in the process. Thinner twigs snapped, allowing his arm to move without so much resistance and begin unhooking larger branches from his gear. He unhooks one particular branch and freezes, cursing under his breath at the following snaps of wood. Then, he fell.

  “Shit!” The word was snipped short the moment the final branch broke and threw him towards the ground. Instead of hitting the ground, though, he lands on his fellow dragoon in a heap. He groans, a hand reaching to press to his temple as an ache crept up.

[ smb: nidhogg... estinien: triggered ]

It’s  not  the  first  encounter  she’s  had  with  him ,   &  she  knows  it  not  to  be  the  last .   Silver  flicks  towards  him ,   head  bowing  ever  the  slightest  in  kind  acknowledgement  towards  the  other  dragoon .                  ❝    I  was  unaware  that  you  would  be  making  an  appearance ,   Estinien .       ❞        Her  voice  is  soft ,   softer  than  the  smile  she  gives  him  before  horned  head  turns  away  for  a  brief  moment  with  an  amused  HUM  pouring  past  her  lips .         ❝    Though  you’re  rather  overdressed ,   there  are  no  enemies  here .    ❞

@ryukishini​ said:  ❛ i forgot the feeling of a stable home, been a couple years of living on the road. ❜

[ 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 | accepting ]

 a stable home? roi can hardly wrap his mind around such things. his home burned to the ground when he was only a child. ever since then, it’s been traveling and uncertainty. from rebel hideouts to refugee camps and finally adventuring. he often wondered what it was like. growing up with the certainty that you had a place to come back to. maybe before his mother died, he knew. a place to escape the blazing sun outside. soft songs and food being cooked. niall reading a book and him begging to hear all about it. roi wasn’t homesick anymore, but he still felt a stab of pain thinking of it. the few happy memories he had, soaked in blood and fire. destroyed. tainted. he could never reclaim them. he knows estinien has been through it too. to lose your home. to lose it all. even to lose yourself. roi could finally fully relate to that struggle of his with nidhogg after almost becoming a lightwarden. it was because of how similar he felt they were that he feels safe with his old friend. 

“.... you have here now.” his voice is quiet. when the two of them first met, they were both consumed by rage and agony. now who were they? with so much of that put to rest, did they finally have the chance to be people again? would roi ever? both so-called heroes. and now they were allies again. but this time scions, standing at the end of the world.