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Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Lumara is a whore. Poor Logan. XD

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Lumara thought that Logan was an… interesting and intellectual fellow. As was Tihlas last night. That had made him her…. what… umpteenth man so far? She didn’t care. She hadn’t kissed a mage before. The only ones who were really interested in her were usually cavaliers and knights such as that pale haired man. But this one was dark haired and dark eyed, and very, very intriguing. There was an air around him that she wanted to experience, and best of all, he drank. So far, this Logan person was steadily keeping up with her, and he did not object to the fact that she was on his lap. She giggled and nodded her head, raising the glass toward him. It was dry, but then again, it had been dry for a while, now. She was too busy enjoying his… presence.

”I would like another drink, please,” Lumara told him, her words almost slurring into one large one. She purred as he rubbed her head, and she tucked her face into his palm. ”You have such soft hands… not ones I’ve ever experienced before… tell me, have you ever…” she giggled, shaking her head and covering her lips with one hand. She was playing the dumb, innocent one now. Maybe that would grab his attention more than her rough and tough attitude. ”I’m sorry, I’ve just heard so many things about Dark Mages. Of their… so called interactions with women…”

Lumara forced herself to blush and giggled again, her green eyes focusing on his face. He had somewhat delicate features, much like that musician’s. Maybe she would go after him neck, but he didn’t seem like he was in the right health for him to rut around. ”I’ve heard that they have many taboo ways of pleasuring women. Is that true?” she chuckled. ”I don’t know, some women cringe away from that sort of stuff. But I… I think I would like that kind of treatment. It has to be exciting…” she let the word roll on her tongue, grinning at him.

That was Lumara for you. A woman that drank, played in the dark, slept, and fought. She was nothing else. What could she be? A mere Wyvern Lord? No, it would be too depressing. She would have to think about her life more. And that… she didn’t want that.

”Tell me, handsome… what is your name? Have you ever had a woman before..?” she purred this straight into his ear, making sure to get as close as possible to him. If I’m lucky, he could show me a few new techniques.

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Ambra was about to sit down and eat herself when someone approached from behind. She turned to see a shirtless Zaino asking for his clothes back. She knew exactly what he meant—he wanted his shirt back. Her hand unconsciously gripped at the satchel she had just recently put on as if she was defending it. His shirt had been so tattered and bloodied that she literally had to wash it for hours. Then she had to sew shut the rips and tears after leaving it to dry. How this man can get out of bed, I don’t know. I just want him to stay. she exhaled roughly before picking up her chin and narrowing her eyes at him.

”I… don’t know what you’re talking about.” she lied. It was the worst lie she had heard in her life. But, it was a lie nonetheless. Zaino knew that she had something to do with his shirt. She was the one that had taken it off in the first place to look at his wounds. She knew that this would make him angrier, and so she backed up a few steps closer to Talbot. The heavily wounded mage was busy carrying a bowl of soup to a table, but paused as he looked at Zaino.

“Hey, what’s going on?” his voice was weak, yet Ambra could hear his usual upbeat charm. “Why is this guy shirtless? Is he one of those guys that likes to show off his body?”

Ambra stepped around him and hid behind him, peering at Zaino with wide eyes over his shoulder. Tal blinked in surprise and looked back at her, and then back at Zaino. “Uh… hey…” he greeted nervously, obviously not wanting to get into a fight.

I have to avoid him, if I can. Ambra told herself, backing away even further. If he made a run for her, she was pretty sure that she could run upstairs and lock herself in a room until it was time to leave. She was an archer, after all. She was built on the aspect of agility and stamina. She took another step back, an anxious grin spreading across her face. Purely reflex. It wasn’t as if she was making fun of him.

As One | Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

There was a new addition to the classroom, eh? A transfer student… from America. He heard a lot of things from America. Mere stereotypes about how they were greedy, selfish pigs. Cyril didn’t care for those sort of assumptions—he thought of them as stupid and idiotic. Who were they to say how people were like when they never saw neither hide nor hair of them before? Cyril looked back at the person stumbled into the class, expression unchanging. Well, he was loud. The thought of having this kid in his class irked him to no end. Oh well, he guessed he would have to take his anger out more often at home, preferably while playing video games or his violin.

The teacher told this ‘Daisuke’ to sit next to him, and he swore it was because he had something against him. Cyril stretched in his chair, yet his expression did not waver from its almost blank expression. Just ignore him, Cyril. Maybe he’ll go away. he begged that he would. Cyril would rather shove his hand down a lion’s throat than suffer beside such an energetic person. Yet, even as he walked down the aisle, Cyril looked over the fellow. He was an Asian, yes. Born in Japan, moved to America, and now here? He must live an exciting life, experiencing all of those cultures.

It was then that Daisuke turned toward him and greeted him cheerily. This, too, bothered Cyril. I hope he isn’t a chatterbox. I can’t let him think that we’re friends or he really won’t get off of my back. Cyril only offered him a lazy, uninterested sidelong glance before chewing on his lip, putting his hands behind his head and returning his uninterested gaze to the chalkboard. ”You better focus on the class rather than me.” Cyril told him blandly. ”The teacher doesn’t like interruptions in his classroom.”

First it was raining blood outside of the room, and now this? Okay, maybe the whole ‘raining blood’ thing was a figment of his imagination, but he was pretty sure that Daisuke wasn’t. I wish…

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem | High Casual

Bump.

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Cat xD

I'll post before doing homework.

As One | Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

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Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Imagine it's against Logan. XD

As One | Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Your links still don't work, Venchi. XD

Nevermind

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Oh, Lumara can be rubbing up against any male. XD

As One | Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Name: Fionn Breckenridge
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Wales
Role: To be subordinate
Flame: N/A (yet, in the future may bear Rain/Sun)
Weapon/Fighting Style: Eventually the Claymore. Fionn’s strength shows when he’s in direct combat.
Appearance: Fionn’s fourteen year old self has bushy and messy locks of bright blond hair which fall slightly over his ears. Despite being fourteen, he is taller than most boys his age. Standing at 5’8 and weighing in at 157 pounds, Fionn obviously has much more growing to do. At this age, his body shows the potential to grow into a broad shouldered, physically strong man. At twenty four years old, Fionn displays such an appearance. The Welsh teenager that hardly spoke up before has grown to a whopping height of 6’2, towering over most enemies and friends alike. His weight increased to about 178 or 179 pounds. His hair is just as messy, and his eyes are just as amber as his present self. His arms and legs show signs of going through physical activity. Scars that range in size litter his form.
Personality: Fionn is an introvert. He flinches away at most human interaction and will often burrow himself away in his home after an embarrassing moment in public. Every time someone that isn’t his mother, father, or friend talks to him, his shoulders tense up and he almost always avoids eye contact. This is especially so with people of the opposite sex, his age or not. He stutters and falters when he does talk, making him a prime target for bullies at school. Despite being shy, Fionn has a high academic average. The young lad seems to always get the highest score on exams, difficult or not. With his close group of friends, he is sweet and mellow, often putting others before himself. Some may call him ‘little shadow’, referring to how he usually follows his friends around and always sticks to their side no matter what.
Even though Fionn might be a shy little man that just might be a little too clingy, he displays an overwhelming sense of maturity. When friends get into an argument with each other, he usually acts as the mediator. It is then when Fionn’s voice becomes firm and determined, and not like the shaking little leaf it was before. When conflict cannot be prevented, he stands to the side and only interrupts the fight or heated disagreement when he believes it is going too far. One might think that Fionn barging into a fist fight is the least of their worries, but Fionn proves differently. He has been known to deliver punches so strong that they usually knock the wind out of you the first time.
With foes, Fionn acts no differently. He will often try to avoid conflict; if it can’t be, he will stand to the side and only impede when he believes that his friends are in serious danger.
His obliviousness to specific events is almost painful to witness at times.
History: Fionn was born in the countryside of Wales to an Italian father and a Welsh mother. He was the youngest (and weakest) of all of his eight brothers and sisters. As he grew up, he was bullied by his brothers and teased by his sisters. Fionn knew that, in order to fit in with his siblings, he would have to become as strong as his brothers and as hardworking as his sisters. And so, the young boy ate all that provided nutritional value to him, and trekked out into the fields to help his brothers at the young age of eight. Farm work was tough, but he believed that it was worth it. His siblings soon saw him as a true “man” and did not bully or “pull his leg” any longer.
When he was ten, most of his kin had left their small home to start new lives with their own spouses. Fionn was left alone with his mother and father, and had to do thrice the work he did before. Without all of the extra pairs of hands, his father and he could not tend to the farm on their lonesome. Luckily, the family had enough money to move from the countryside of Wales, and traveled to Italy when he was twelve. They moved in with his older brother, who had recently gotten married and lived in Venice. Even though there were not many fair people in Venice, the Breckenridge family soon got used to their new home.
Overview: Fionn Breckenbridge is a Welsh-Italian tall youth of fourteen. He is very shy and awkward with people that aren’t his blood or friends. Fionn is possibly the smartest kid in his class. When there is conflict, he usually acts as the mediator. He is also very oblivious at times…
Other: “Truth is, everyone hurts you at times. You just gotta find someone worth suffering for.”