swordhandled | PCs with Gerome

[ Sometime after the announcement, Owain is on a Hunt for Gerome. There are things they need to talk about. ]

[ As previously mentioned, it's never too hard to find Gerome (except when it is). Usually, you need only look for the wyvern practically glued to his side or head to the most isolated spot you can think of. This morning is no different. He's hanging around the forest. Not deep enough to get dragged into the resort, but he figures just loitering around here will ward off most people.

Especially since it's so early. ]

... Seems everytime we meet, we do nothing but argue. [ Considering how harsh his tone can be, this is... quite soft. ] Was it always this way? Perhaps I never thought to notice, before now.

[ Too busy trying to push everyone away, too busy throwing himself into a war. He looks down at Minerva with an unreadable expression. ] No, it may be that I never even gave him the time of day. And he, me. Our views have always been at insurmountable odds—that was true even before we came to the past. Surely if we spoke at camp, it would have only wrought unnecessary conflict. Just as it does now. [ When Minerva does nothing, he looks around at the trees. ] ... I do not regret keeping my distance, at least. Still, I must wonder if things would be smoother between us if I had not.

[ Many others picked up the slack for him when it came to conversations and planning. And now Owain asked him to help plan, to help be a unit again. ] And when Lucina played the part of our leader. None of us are a replacement for her, though I would not wish this madness upon her. She has endured too much on her own. I... could not bear it if she were here. The burden of knowing Cynthia and Owain are with me is almost too much already.

[ He sighs and takes two steps forward before crossing his armored arms again. ] ... "Mafia"...

Edited 2018-11-28 02:17 (UTC)

[ there's a knocking on your door tonight, Gerome. ]

Edited 2018-11-30 05:55 (UTC)

[ Does it come as any surprise that Gerome seeks Owain out immediately when the trial lets out? It's probably a mixture of the masks fault and the amount of people around, but he actually loses track of Owain and has to search around for a while. Mainly inside the resort, but eventually he ventures out and tries his hand outdoors.

Where you at, Owain? ]

[ he knows he's at a disadvantage here. even though he's using magic, there's no arguing over the fact that lances trump swords no matter what. the pole's reach beats his blade, plus gerome has always had the strength to back up his attacks.

not only that, it's always fearsome to see a brave lance come right at you. owain can't help the hesitation that strikes his body as gerome attacks. the point pierces through his coat, the lack of armor really hindering his defenses here. he's not moving, leaving gerome to make his second attack if he wants. ]

[ today has been... quite a day. there's no other way around it, but it's still not over yet. he told gerome to meet him in the courtyard that evening, so that's where he's standing.

waiting, hand gingerly coming to his throat, rubbing at the bruise that still remains. ]

[ after going through his morning ritual he finds the new "gifts" for the week. these baffle him much more than last week. he squints long and hard at the fortune cookie in his hands before cracking it open and reading the message. ]

... A lesson I don't need to learn. [ frowning deeply at it before crumpling in his hands. fully intending to throw it away, he takes a single step forward and then—THUD. ]

[ owain has been bathing, spending time in the tub trying to calm down his beating heart. it's only after he's managed to do both that and clean himself. still used to sleeping on his own, he's exited the bath, wearing only a towel as he looks for clothes to wear ]

Edited 2018-12-14 03:49 (UTC)

[ sighing as Rean escorts him back to Gerome's room ]

[ after about an hour of standing outside owain's door, gerome heads to his room to check on minerva. cue opening the door! ]

[ it was about as much of a restful night as they could have gotten, considering the weekend they managed to survive. nothing will ever lessen the blow of losing cynthia, and gerome is still massively injured. he's stuck on bed rest for the time being and owain has been doing his best to take care of him. it's given him something to do, something to keep his mind off the loss.

it's a fitful rest, owain careful to not cuddle too close to gerome so as to not open any wounds. then, the memory hits and owain can't rest anymore. he's sitting up in bed, tears running down his face and screaming ]

What have I done?!

[ owain has currently set up a nice little nest for gerome to cozy up in, getting blankets and pillows for him to cozy up on

and fluffing one of the pillows ] Is this enough?

[ whenever ghost gerome makes his way to their room, he will see that quite possibly a mini-tornado has gone through the place. owain has thrown a lot of stuff around, against the walls. he's made an attempt to clean it up, but there's still... quite a lot that owain needs to get back together. minerva and deirdre are currently napping together.

owain has his manual of justice set up to a blank page, with a pen ready, and a note written on the page ]

"Gerome, let me know whenever you're here."

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