#◈ // ❛ (in) -- your saga continuesˏ o' legendary hero.

[fellegend]

stands on tippy-toes & gives him a kiss（　´∀｀☆

⋆ ․˚ ✧ › @maidendusk.

UNRELENTING & APPRECIATIVE FERVOR WOULD rage within his veins, a sweetness taking over him, a softness wrapping itself about his features. He mellows & with the rays of one thousand suns does he bring such warmth of a smile to his face. There is a gracious pride that storms within him in every moment in which he recognizes – this is his daughter. This is the girl forged of his own blood, who bears the same mark as he ( despite its hidden erasure). He grins with such genuine compassion, before wrapping her in his arms & planting a kiss of his own atop her head. His voice would roar with certainty, 

                     ❝ THE GREAT CHOSEN HEROINE ARRIVES, beautiful and insurmountable ! Your legend is still unfinished, o’ daughter ! But, with your courageous wit and skill, I am confident you will, without a doubt, make your mission known !  ❞

#maidendusk #◈ // ❛ (in) -- your saga continuesˏ o' legendary hero. #◈ // ❛ they call upon you & you must be their answer. #[ HI IM ODIN DARK AND I LOVE MY DAUGHTER!!!!!!! #I LOVE MYD AUGHTER SO MUCH! ]

[fellegend]

@warstep.

             ❝ As William Shakespeare once said... ‘Hello.’ ❞

#warstep #◈ // ❛ (in) -- your saga continuesˏ o' legendary hero.

[fellegend]

⋆ ․˚ ✧ › @stahlritter.

                  ❝ HALT, YOU ! ❞

POWERFUL ESSENCE BOOMS FROM HIS VOICE, a commanding shout that bleeds with accusation. The woman walks as if it were a march -- strong, dignified, capable, yet manages to maintain a poise & regal composure. Strangely intimidating yet simultaneously down to the earth. Nonetheless, confrontation’s initiation would not go forgotten.

                            ❝ Your noble and winged steed... Minerva, was it ? 

                                                                             I require one of my own ! ❞

#stahlritter #◈ // ❛ (in) -- your saga continuesˏ o' legendary hero. #◈ // ❛ rerouting destiny -- ( we know what we areˏ but know not what we may be. ) #[ LK;ASDF IM SORRY CHERCHE #FUCKIGN OWAIN... u cant jsut... get a new minerva ;skdfhasdfdg ]

[fellegend]

⋆ ․˚ ✧ › @maidendusk.

                       ❝ Worry not, o’ sacred one ! Evil treads not in our obsidian waters !  ❞

CAPE ADVANCES IN A WHIRL through the air in a less-than elegant display of unvoted confidence ( theatrics born of an escape route ). He’d cast a clumsy spell at nothing, if only to ensure their better protection ; he believes this would allow for a trusting release of his daughter’s guard. She shall be protected by him always, for he has sworn himself her shield. A blast of lightning strikes a nearby bush, & as its crackle dissipates, it leaves behind but a small flame, soon to put out with the atmosphere. He grins with such volume, that if a smile could possibly be loud, it would most certainly be his own. With a dust of his thighs, he presents his hand before his treasured light beneath this dark & perilous sky. 

                                            ❝ Our enemies shall weep with dread !  ❞

& he’s yet to truly allow any advances near their opposing army with his daughter at his side. The forest is void of enemy troops. 

#maidendusk #◈ // ❛ (in) -- your saga continuesˏ o' legendary hero. #◈ // ❛ to be called anew -- ( revelation's awakening. ) #[ WAPOW #i just write u starters 4 every1 Hell Yeah ]

[fellegend]

⋆ ․˚ ✧ › @ylissaen​.

              BORN OF TIME’S CRUEL ASHES, his eyes light with a hopeful spark, blonde strands falling against a petite figure in the distance. She stands as she always does, & he knows he cannot be wrong in the assumptions that who he witnesses is who he believes it is. His feet will him to run, but his mind, for once, manages a certain composure ( despite being however overwhelmed ). 

Crushed is the dirt beneath his feet & it sounds with his every step -- his step, his weight, the way he carries himself, & he thinks, surely, she’d recognize him. He knows she’d recognize him, logically, for he is indeed her son, yet there’s some pit of anxiety that wells within his gut as the moment of reintroduction dawns near ( perhaps it is due for the many moments he awaited her presence knowing she wouldn’t recognize him ) & a joyous nervousness envelops him in its wake. 

He halts in his motion as he anticipates that she may turn to see who it is that stands behind her now, & he knows not yet to tap her shoulder; he knows how she is when she’s startled. Instead, he vouches to speak,        . . .

                                                                    . . . 

There are no words that spill from his lips, for so suddenly, his throat has become choked & his eyes pricked with moisture. A tuft of air is engulfed in his lungs & he takes a moment to reassess the reaction that’s become of him. This is real, he thinks, & he reminds himself, it’s not the first time you’ve done this. Perhaps it would be best to replay the act once performed so honestly ( for how could he forget with the many times he’d practiced it ). He repeats it in his mind, readying his still unstable voice.

❝ Blessed Mother -- ! I’ve... ❞ & he cannot even finish what once he had.  ❝ Oh, Mother ! ❞

Tears threaten to stain his cheeks, but he wipes them before they find solace in their escape. 

            ❝ I’ve returned ! And you... -- ❞

                       You’re just how I remember you. From the time in which you will never know.

#ylissaen #◈ // ❛ (in) -- your saga continuesˏ o' legendary hero. #verse tbt. #[ O' RIGHTEOUS BIRTHBRINGER #HOW WE'VE LONGED FOR THIS FAMILIAR PRESENC E !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #im so excited i got a little carried away im sorygh ]

[fellegend]

⋆ ․˚ ✧ › @bravingskies.

                   ❝ AAAGH -- ! H--HINOKA !  ❞

FEAR RIPS THROUGH HIM LIKE A SLASH OF LIGHTNING, thunder ascending. A war is raging inside of him, muscles twitching, blood boiling -- there is nothing he could have done to prevent the events that lay stranded before his eyes. He is weak... vulnerable. He has been caught in an act of solitudinal embarrassment. With one leg up & both arms sent spiraling into the air, her mere presence would fail his balance & he’d go tumbling until his hands landed cold & hard against the rocky ground below ( sad for the flesh that is now red & swollen ). He frowns before apologizing.

                                  ❝ My--My apologies, Lady Hinoka ! 

                                            I didn’t, er-- I didn’t see you there. 

                                            Ahem. Now... how ... long were you there ?  ❞

#bravingskies #◈ // ❛ (in) -- your saga continuesˏ o' legendary hero. #◈ // ❛ to be called anew -- ( revelation's awakening. ) #[ hELO #i mcslam into here #sorry hino a;lsdfkjag #odins a big gOOF... ]

[fellegend]

@warstep

                        “ By the gods, Inigo, you look as though you’ve been grappling with the very harbinger of fate ! In what form have you been ‘man-handled’ this time ?! ” & he speaks with every knowledge of the truth, every realization that what he has come from was no mere skirmish of the night, nor subtle confrontation with mindless beasts. He walks in solitude, a limp at his right leg & Owain smiles albeit the concern that is a language so fluent against irises emerald. He lends him an arm, an offer to assist him to the closest seat of comfort, all-the-while anticipating the very reaction he must soon endure. Perhaps it is easier this way, lighting a lantern in the night of a tender situation.

#warstep #◈ // ❛ (in) -- your saga continuesˏ o' legendary hero. #◈ // ❛ rerouting destiny -- ( we know what we areˏ but know not what we may be. ) #[ owain: haha bro u gud?? haha no i knowyoure not but maybe you'll feel better if i pretend it's not as serious hh #he'll take it seriously in secret #that's just their bond... ]

[fellegend]

@lumency

SILENCE is the world around them, consuming, wholesome. There is a weight that hangs in the air like a pendulum from the clock of timelessness. There is darkness about this weight, swallowing it, as well as them, & hiding them from the light in which they’ve always searched for. It’s pointless now. The atmosphere is thick with exhaustion, sweat, a yearning for tears to flow from azure, from emerald, & yet they cannot. This is what they tell themselves. They cannot cry, for then who would they be, those who identify themselves solely as the very strength of others? Nothingness, like the feeling in their hearts, exposed, empty, forlorn. 

Toes curl in his boots, and grass tickles him through the fabric of his garments. He is seated against the softened strands of life & they are crushed beneath him, beneath them. He wishes to speak, but no words come out. What more loss can they bear ? He knows the feelings that bind themselves around her heart, a chain that squeezes & squeezes, ceaselessly pulling. Downward, downward. His heart sinks in the memories of his own, the knowledge of what eats at his mind & the guilt she bears for it. He knows, he understands, & while he has lost, he would overcome his fear to bring aid to another who will not let him.

The prince is gone, he has been slain. 

         “ Lucina... I’m... here if you need anything. ” & he fights the fear that brings more tears.

#lumency #◈ // ❛ (in) -- your saga continuesˏ o' legendary hero. #◈ // ❛ future's destruction -- ( with a broken heartˏ he holds his tongue. ) #[ :') time 2 die i guess ]

[fellegend]

His feet are endlessly pacing, his heels worn thin, he can feel the rocks that climb into his flesh with every step he takes. The bag he wears upon his back carries  not his belongings, but the very weight that presses against his shoulders, his aching back, the very fear that he will NEVER find them, that he will never find HER, mom, he yearns for you. With every stop, he acts a facade of some SAVIOR some identity that is not himself, for every moment in which he was himself, he was torn and broken, beaten to his bone of stripped of everything he has had. His identity is hollow, so he treads the waters of some facade of a man whom he will never be. 

His fingers are rough, they a numb with callouses for they bear the blade that places itself so righteously within his hand, and some part of him hates it. Some part of him aches to be a man who knows not the way of the sword, but the way of the word. An average fellow who knows no violence, who throws his battles with a certain ease of understanding, and who walks without worry, freed from the troubles which cripple him, lacing themselves about mind’s every corridor, poisoning the youth which he never got to spend and so he ACTS. 

They call him a child, a man so immature, who knows not the ways of appropriate behavior, but he cannot help but to sink into a reality where none of this matters. A reality in which he finds an escape route, an exit sign that flashes with FIRE atop torches that scorch his old home, that burn his city to ashes and sweep the land of its crown. The very fire that breathes from dragon’s tongue, and he cannot help but COWER in fear, for what is he but a dastard in flight of a world he could not conquer, a land he could not save?

Legends are remembered, they tell stories of heroes of lands and word, and this, he strives to be. He could not save them, he could not SAVE THEM, and so he would give his life to offer a moment’s more breath for those however more deserving. This guilt is his alone, unspoken and hidden, just as his heart in fear that he is inadequate, that others deserve a heart which bears much more value than his own, and this is why he is lonely despite the radiance of familiarity that lights his face with a smile, despite those who surround him with their own hardships and mechanisms of unique ways to cope. He would DROWN himself to keep others afloat, and this, here, is why he finds himself wrapped against the flimsiest of blankets, grass blades felt through the shield of the tent, every one crushed beneath him and prodding to penetrate the barrier that divides them-- this is why he cries when all he hears is the low murmur of chirping insects and ribbetting hoppers when they find themselves near still water. This is why the moisture begs for exposure from the emerald in his eyes, taunting him each night, for they know that when the moon comes out, it is their time to ‘SHINE.’

He’s wandered so long, so long, teaching villages the way of his heroics in a manner to perhaps, just maybe, feel the gratification that comes with the PRAISE he never receives, because no one takes him seriously. Truly, truly, he reminds himself, in every event of his comrades’ passings, he tells himself that it is his fault, that perhaps if he were to OPEN UP they may let him in, and yet he cannot. The doors are locked from the outside, and he stands within them, between them, fingers torn and stained with dried, cracked crimson, because he cannot help but tear at them, in hopes that one day, one moment, someone would release him. 

#◈ // ❛ (in) -- your saga continuesˏ o' legendary hero. #[ i didn't feel like writing interactions so i jus t #went with a drabble #it's a bit speckled with headcanons so i might shove it under that tag too i dont really know if it's like... ic or what #just... idk #Writing About Owain ] #◈ // ❛ headcanon.

[fellegend]

@mostfowl

SILENCE permeates nothing, a wall of no color which divides him from another & he is its creator. The very holder of own crooked solitude, the very loneliness that creeps through door’s crack when you say just enough, but it is not enough. DO NOT TROUBLE THEM -- he thinks, they do not deserve it. Yet, who is he but a mortal man to claim these truths ? Not a hero, not a legend, but an average child who has suffered at the hands of fate & breaks beneath its weight when it becomes too much to hold. 

There is no view but that of a dimly lantern which burns against the swallowing darkness, kept in tent’s corner as his father sleeps & as his mother has become preoccupied with own uncle’s nightly ventures. Fear tugs at the soles of his boots & climbs its way to his vision, it is dark. He is groggy. 

Woken so suddenly, breath hitched & throat parched, heart beating at a tempo which only his worst fears recognize. A nightmare-- how common place. Yet, still, how very, very frightening. The daunting dreams that drown him in a reality of which he knows, a reality in which he has LIVED & they grasp at him, giving sight only to which he has experienced & forcing  him to see such tragedy befall him, befall them, over & over & over again. How cruel it is, the way the human mind works.

Still, he finds himself awoken, last dream deeming itself worse than the others... such events held only in his worst of nights & he craves the reassurance that his father still breathes beside him. That his heart still beats & that he has not left not once, but twice. Quiet, quiet, he hushes himself, controlling every movement as to not disturb the peace that greets own blood’s slumber. He wishes not to wake him, yet he cannot bear the isolation of his mind, so he would whisper so barely audible, laced with a sliver of hope that he would not hear him. 

              “ Father... ”

#mostfowl #◈ // ❛ (in) -- your saga continuesˏ o' legendary hero. #◈ // ❛ rerouting destiny -- ( we know what we areˏ but know not what we may be. ) #[ me: ok im gonna make this starter like a paragraph nothin too lofty #me: well that's outta the question i guess #THIS IS AS SHORT AS I COULD GET IT BUT... #i figure u wont mind we've had ass long threads before so ykn ow... #looks into the void ]

[fellegend]

@etheruin

          “ I urge you, foreigner ! Speak now of your name and destination ! ”

Once more, how unsurprisingly, would theatrics take the heat of provided situation. A common escape, his shelter beneath the storming skies. He would play his part, if only to escape the awkward sensation that would trouble his mind with formality’s greetings. 

#etheruin #◈ // ❛ (in) -- your saga continuesˏ o' legendary hero. #◈ // ❛ a universe unknown. #[ lis t e n... he acts all cool n shit but he is Not... #he's a goofy mess #bUT !!! if there's something you'd like me to change or anything just lemme kno!! #ty for liking the thing <3 ]

[fellegend]

@cohrode

        “ LORD LEON ! ”

& ONWARD, he would advance, pursuing the man under whom he serves & he would warn an urgent caution in their travels. Suddenly, would two hands find themselves at Leon’s shoulders as Odin would find a static surge from his back, a jump born of a fear however unnecessary -- perhaps he is more affected by the rustling of nearby nature than the prince, himself. Perhaps, most positively.

            “ Do you hear the low mumbling of darkness’ dwellings... ? Evil-doers who exist within the land, disguised as none other than ... that bush. Please, stand back as I quell this dastard of the night ! ”

#cohrode #◈ // ❛ (in) -- your saga continuesˏ o' legendary hero. #◈ // ❛ to be called anew -- ( & he craves the thrill of conquest. ) #[ ur welcom lord leon ]