"Sturm-dono and I? Are you out of your mind??"

@unddrahng

pre-established relationship hearts meme! 

Agastia. Honestly, it had felt like forever since he was back here. Memories were poured into every crevice on the streets; some he’d rather forget and some that hopefully redeemed the others. After Queen Orchis’s kidnapping had been resolved, he had moved he and his wife to Mephorash, both for the change of scenery and for the now trusted commander to be closer to the queen in case of more attacks. 

That also meant he and his company accompanied the queen more often on excursions. He had helped as much as he could with the restoration projects in the now old capital after Freesia’s plans had ceased, but all the islands all over the kingdom still needed some sort of help. Agastia was no different, distrust in the government still planted in a couple minds that needed to be eased, and some communities still rocked by the devastation that needed to be mended right away. The young queen worked so hard to appease all her people, and Pommern tried to make sure he and all of the army put all her plans forth with great efficiency.

Though, of course, it was nice to get a break. He had been welcomed far more lovingly than he expected, and catching up with every passing neighbor mixed into his own piling duties, oh how he wished he could drink great erune liquor while unwinding with his beautiful and sweet erune wife. Of course, sadly only one of those could truly occur, and of course he had to pick his favorite Oden from years past. Pommern was quick to meet eyes with the draph shopkeep, who greeted him with such a booming and hearty voice that always made him jump out of his skin...It frightened him greatly, but there was a tinge of nostalgia his wife would probably find hilarious. And he was quick to walk over to the counter, ordering his old usual, taking a shot of the old good stuff on the house, and chatting up the old draph before he was directed to his old usual booth. Liquor and water in tall pints placed before him, taking long sips and gasping in awe each time, relaxing and feeling far too comfortable in his booth as fatigued eyes looked over his erune...Blue-haired?

@unddrahng​ (Plotted Starter)

    One might be wondering how he had managed to get himself into this mess - dark hood of his cloak soaked through from the storm rampaging all around them until the thick fabric was so plastered to his body that he couldn’t tell where it ended and his skin actually began, huddled by a makeshift fire that went out every single time the wind so much as howled in their general direction, a twisted ankle that looked like something that called straight our of the Otherworld, and with the shouts of Imperial soldiers bellowing all around them in a manner that almost put the booming cracks of thunder to shame.  He looked absolutely disconsolate - frown marring his normally bubbly features and rain-slicked hair hanging over auburn irises as he glared, without mercy, at the Erune across from him. A huff, and damp locks don’t even so much as budge where they’ve glued themselves to his forehead. To be honest, it’s kind of a funny story. And by funny, he meant an outrageous, over-the-top, dreadfully unlucky, and sparing no expense on the misery type of story.  

      The day had started out like any normal day. Normal for most people - not just normal for him because his normal was undoubtedly not most people’s idea of ‘normal’. The crew had decided to take a vacation to Auguste to recharge and relax after a particularly grueling battle had left them wiped out and in need of some serious breathing room. It was supposed to be a nice, uneventful day at the beach. And then Drang showed up. Which, of course, meant that his pleasant, peaceful afternoon of watching gentle waves roll over his bare foot and soothe the aches from their calloused heels was turned upside down in the blink of an eye. Impressive, really, even for the mercenary. Not so much for himself. Chaos settled in like wildfire shortly after. He doesn’t know the exact details, but he does know Drang had done a spectacular job pissing off a rather large unit of Imperial soldiers and that he had gotten himself separated from Sturm in the process of doing so. And the crew, or rather himself, had been his victim. 

       In one swift motion - a wave and greeting, he had been dragged so thoroughly into this mess that he couldn’t make heads or tails of the beach itself. A battalion of soldiers at their heels as he fled with his very much unwanted ‘accomplice’. And, all right, sure, running away from Imperial soldiers was a day-to-day thing for him by now. But, no, luck has never been his saving grace. So, of course, a violent storm had to settle in the second they managed to climb into a boat to make their hasty escape into the open water. A good wave was all it had taken to topple them over on come cove in the middle of nowhere - his own ankle purple, blue, and swollen by the time they dragged themselves onto the shore in a rain so thick he could barely see his own two hands in front of him. So they dragged themselves into a cave to wait out the storm still raging inside as they kindled a miserable fire that he was currently hunched, shivering, over. The worst part? Somehow, and he doesn’t know how, the Imperial soldiers had managed to find this little cove and the remains of their shattered boat, and were now combing through it to find them.