[ i only have a couple i need some more that actually are and not just like. her beautiful hair in motion. not that i can complain about that.
with a soft tsk, as if she could keep going for another forty minutes, hulkenberg abruptly pulls up short when she sees the hand raised, spinning the halberd so that the blade points to the ground. at least she's breathing like she's feeling it, other hand raising to brush her hair back into place. ]
I needed no further warning, and neither did you. [ pff, blowing her bangs straight and off her forehead. ] And, besides, you are hardly just "someone."
[ isn't he though? it's sweet because they are more than just someone - they're a team, bonded together inseparably over their love for country, for will (and their utter hatred for louis, but that's different) and for a better world, but it's hard to feel that way today. he's not much of anyone except a failure of a noble. ]
... yeah. [ rough, softer. he rests his elbows against his knees as he catches his breath, sitting down to stare out at the distance, and feeling a pang in his heart. for all those that are lost. ] Well. Still. Could've taken my head off.
[ ... the lost son of his house, and the wandering failure of a knight. but they are more than that now, aren't they? perhaps he has not honoured his name just yet, not in full, but will brought them together. gave them this found family that is ever growing. gave hulkenberg her purpose back, along with the purpose to better their home, not only for those that come after, but just as much for those that live in the now.
with a quick movement, she stabs the head of the blade into the ground so that it stays there while still being within reach, should she need it, considering the nearly two (euchronian) weeks they've spent here. ]
Much too big of a target for me to strike by accident. [ softly, as she sets her hand on his shoulder and uses it to leverage herself to sitting next to him.
and then she leans against him, dropping her head onto his shoulder with a spill of red down gold. ]
it's not really a surprise when hulkenberg does - that pang grows, but this time it's one of longing and grief directed instead at home. he misses will, in this moment. fiercely, fiercely glad he's not here, away from this madness, but his heart aches just sitting here with hulkenberg, the two of them facing down horrors beyond compare. will would know what to do, in his way. headstrong, bold, out of the box. he'd know what to do.
he takes in a deep breath, tense shoulders finally starting to come down a tiny bit, as he supports hulkenberg where she leans against him. ]
...I feel like we've all these answers, but none of them make any sense. Nothing to do with them.
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with a soft tsk, as if she could keep going for another forty minutes, hulkenberg abruptly pulls up short when she sees the hand raised, spinning the halberd so that the blade points to the ground. at least she's breathing like she's feeling it, other hand raising to brush her hair back into place. ]
I needed no further warning, and neither did you. [ pff, blowing her bangs straight and off her forehead. ] And, besides, you are hardly just "someone."
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... yeah. [ rough, softer. he rests his elbows against his knees as he catches his breath, sitting down to stare out at the distance, and feeling a pang in his heart. for all those that are lost. ] Well. Still. Could've taken my head off.
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with a quick movement, she stabs the head of the blade into the ground so that it stays there while still being within reach, should she need it, considering the nearly two (euchronian) weeks they've spent here. ]
Much too big of a target for me to strike by accident. [ softly, as she sets her hand on his shoulder and uses it to leverage herself to sitting next to him.
and then she leans against him, dropping her head onto his shoulder with a spill of red down gold. ]
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it's not really a surprise when hulkenberg does - that pang grows, but this time it's one of longing and grief directed instead at home. he misses will, in this moment. fiercely, fiercely glad he's not here, away from this madness, but his heart aches just sitting here with hulkenberg, the two of them facing down horrors beyond compare. will would know what to do, in his way. headstrong, bold, out of the box. he'd know what to do.
he takes in a deep breath, tense shoulders finally starting to come down a tiny bit, as he supports hulkenberg where she leans against him. ]
...I feel like we've all these answers, but none of them make any sense. Nothing to do with them.