highly new, slightly improved open post

[appliances]

assorted morons

☆ @ the muselist

optional prompts/ideas

☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FUCC: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I am not into: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

Comments

it is Time

[fullname]

Hiring mercenaries to supplement the army is not Ferdinand's idea, let the record show that much. He has to be wheedled into it, which takes the better part of several days, because surely, surely the royal army doesn't need mercenaries stomping around making a mess of things. It's the insistence that this Band of the Hawk is remarkable, almost like a real army of their own, that finally convinces him. He wants, despite himself, to meet their mysterious but apparently very charismatic leader...

So that is why he rides out with a single guard early, to see what these ruffians are like, and taking a break to stop and have tea with a stranger in the woods is an extra bonus. He doesn't get up until he hears the sound of hoof beats, because that... is wrong? No one should be coming in yet, and especially no one should be leaving—

One glance out the window later has him choking, hastily rushing outside as some bandit makes off with his horse? Hello? He pauses just to confirm that his guard is still breathing before mounting the other horse and taking off at a gallop; luckily some of his equipment made it to this other mount, or how would he manage to throw a lance straight at this wild thief?

Ah, but not yet. No, he's coming up fast, hand spear, well, in hand, but first: negotiation.

"Thief! Stop at once or suffer the consequences! You will not make it out of this region unscathed!"

Or: shouting. Get back here!!

at long last..

[swordbiter]

Is this a joke? Is this nobleman seriously trying to chase him down? Tch. When he glances back, he looks more annoyed than worried about his pursuant catching up to him. He's in a hurry here, pal. He's not in the mood to fight! Even then, Guts knows it'd look bad if he led him back to Griffith on his stolen horse. Casca might unhinge her jaw to bite his head off the moment he rides into camp. Well. Looks like he'll have to lose the guy, instead.

Riding a horse through the woods was almost never a good idea. Dirt mounds, boulders or tree roots could easily entangle and break their legs. But his traversal through the area let him know that the woodlands near that particular house were orchards - carefully tended forests with flat, even spacing between the trees. The more rugged wilderness sat deeper up the pass. He was confident enough in his own horsemanship to be able to traverse the former with no issues.

And so, with a rough dig of his spurs into the sides of this guy's poor noble steed, he makes a sharp bank to the right and weaves straight between the trunks of some apple trees to enact his reckless plan. Try to follow him, guy!