[She sees him again. Closer to who she sees him as now, but still young, always wild. He loves impulsively because back then it wasn't unusual to feel for more than one. He tells the woman the vows to bestow upon their son if he were to be born. The worst kind of vows.
He and his dear friend part ways. A bond stronger and worth more than anything in the world, but not strong enough for them to give up their loyalties.
He has his princess. No one can oppose him. But the fighting isn't over. It's never over.
Another war. He's the only one who can stand up to the invaders. A ruthless queen. Unfavorable conditions. Even he gets tired and sleeps an entire day, which costs many lives. It comes down to the opponent he never wished to face, his dear friend, the one who struggled alongside him in the Land of Shadows. Wielding the demonic spear, he wins and his friend dies. One of his shames, perhaps the one that actually hurt the most. The war has been won.
Years later, he meets a boy, someone equally impudent and wild as himself. He is made to face him even though his wife begs him not to. The boy puts up more of a fight than expected. Gae Bolg is used once again.
He realizes that it was his son.
The hero dies, tied to a post, spear in his chest, and a smile on his face.
She sees all this and she has to wonder, how? Why do you smile? Didn't any of that hurt? Didn't you ever want to stop?? She wants to reach out to him and...
He's in a castle, a basement, a man with deep voice commands him to kill for him, but he holds the master in disdain, disobeys, and then he's forced to☚•?((¯°·._.• ȑ¤√קñβקΨå;ññקΨȑȋ;ğȽƒķ§åjď •._.·°¯))؟•☛☚•?((¯°·._.• ȑ¤√קñβקΨå;ññקΨȑȋ;ğȽƒķ§åjď •._.·°¯))؟•☛☚•?((¯°·._.• ȑ¤√קñβקΨå;ññקΨȑȋ;ğȽƒķ§åjď •._.·°¯))؟•☛☚•?((¯°·._.• ȑ¤√קñβקΨå;ññקΨȑȋ;ğȽƒķ§åjď •._.·°¯))؟•☛☚•?((¯°·._.• ȑ¤√קñβקΨå;ññקΨȑȋ;ğȽƒķ§åjď •._.·°¯))؟•☛☚•?((¯°·._.• ȑ¤√קñβקΨå;ññקΨȑȋ;ğȽƒķ§åjď •._.·°¯))؟•☛☚•?((¯°·._.• ȑ¤√קñβקΨå;ññקΨȑȋ;ğȽƒķ§åjď •._.·°¯))؟•☛...
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The sharp pain in her head and the flash in her chest awakens her.
The first thing that Lien does after waking up at around 4 in the morning is to roll out of bed, go to the bathroom, and begin to cleanse herself thoroughly in the shower to get rid of any trace of alcohol that may remain on her person. It was mortifying, sleeping next to the man she liked in that state. She had a feeling Lancer didn't particularly mind, but for her, it was a case of personal discomfort rather than being insecure around him. The hot water was helping the young magus clear her head as she allowed the images from the dream linger in her mind.
What a life. There didn't seem to be a single moment in Cu Chulainn's existence that wasn't filled with some sort of excitement and conflict. Live fast, die young, Irish heroes do it well. Had she read his legend before ever meeting him in the flesh, maybe she would have turned out differently. Maybe she would have liked him to begin with. Her hands run through her long hair as she contemplates what was between them presently.
... No, she had no idea how to take it. The memory of the kiss and his hand around hers is burned into her mind, but Lien doesn't know if it would go beyond that. Could it? Like. How would that even work?? And in the end, it's not as though he would be with her when everything would come to a close...
She's done showering and cleaning herself and drying her hair at 5 AM, dressed in more comfortable sleeping clothes (a baggy sweater and shorts). Lien slips quietly back under the covers trying not to think too hard about the person next to her because then there would be no way she'd be getting any sleep.]
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He and his dear friend part ways. A bond stronger and worth more than anything in the world, but not strong enough for them to give up their loyalties.
He has his princess. No one can oppose him. But the fighting isn't over. It's never over.
Another war. He's the only one who can stand up to the invaders. A ruthless queen. Unfavorable conditions. Even he gets tired and sleeps an entire day, which costs many lives. It comes down to the opponent he never wished to face, his dear friend, the one who struggled alongside him in the Land of Shadows. Wielding the demonic spear, he wins and his friend dies. One of his shames, perhaps the one that actually hurt the most. The war has been won.
Years later, he meets a boy, someone equally impudent and wild as himself. He is made to face him even though his wife begs him not to. The boy puts up more of a fight than expected. Gae Bolg is used once again.
He realizes that it was his son.
The hero dies, tied to a post, spear in his chest, and a smile on his face.
She sees all this and she has to wonder, how? Why do you smile? Didn't any of that hurt? Didn't you ever want to stop?? She wants to reach out to him and...
He's in a castle, a basement, a man with deep voice commands him to kill for him, but he holds the master in disdain, disobeys, and then he's forced to☚•?((¯°·._.• ȑ¤√קñβקΨå;ññקΨȑȋ;ğȽƒķ§åjď •._.·°¯))؟•☛☚•?((¯°·._.• ȑ¤√קñβקΨå;ññקΨȑȋ;ğȽƒķ§åjď •._.·°¯))؟•☛☚•?((¯°·._.• ȑ¤√קñβקΨå;ññקΨȑȋ;ğȽƒķ§åjď •._.·°¯))؟•☛☚•?((¯°·._.• ȑ¤√קñβקΨå;ññקΨȑȋ;ğȽƒķ§åjď •._.·°¯))؟•☛☚•?((¯°·._.• ȑ¤√קñβקΨå;ññקΨȑȋ;ğȽƒķ§åjď •._.·°¯))؟•☛☚•?((¯°·._.• ȑ¤√קñβקΨå;ññקΨȑȋ;ğȽƒķ§åjď •._.·°¯))؟•☛☚•?((¯°·._.• ȑ¤√קñβקΨå;ññקΨȑȋ;ğȽƒķ§åjď •._.·°¯))؟•☛...The sharp pain in her head and the flash in her chest awakens her.
The first thing that Lien does after waking up at around 4 in the morning is to roll out of bed, go to the bathroom, and begin to cleanse herself thoroughly in the shower to get rid of any trace of alcohol that may remain on her person. It was mortifying, sleeping next to the man she liked in that state. She had a feeling Lancer didn't particularly mind, but for her, it was a case of personal discomfort rather than being insecure around him. The hot water was helping the young magus clear her head as she allowed the images from the dream linger in her mind.
What a life. There didn't seem to be a single moment in Cu Chulainn's existence that wasn't filled with some sort of excitement and conflict. Live fast, die young, Irish heroes do it well. Had she read his legend before ever meeting him in the flesh, maybe she would have turned out differently. Maybe she would have liked him to begin with. Her hands run through her long hair as she contemplates what was between them presently.
... No, she had no idea how to take it. The memory of the kiss and his hand around hers is burned into her mind, but Lien doesn't know if it would go beyond that. Could it? Like. How would that even work?? And in the end, it's not as though he would be with her when everything would come to a close...
She's done showering and cleaning herself and drying her hair at 5 AM, dressed in more comfortable sleeping clothes (a baggy sweater and shorts). Lien slips quietly back under the covers trying not to think too hard about the person next to her because then there would be no way she'd be getting any sleep.]