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you can run but you can’t hide

Indie LLoyd & Linus Reed of Fire Emblem: Blazing Sword.

#[MOVED OVER HERE NOW]

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neomacaught‌:

   “‘Kay,” she echoed to Linus – not too argumentative and dark, but not as relaxed and friendly as he was playing, pretending to be. Fingers folded inwards slightly, rose to her mouth, and she whistled. Moments later, a gold-eyed hound was at their feet, tail wagging. 

   “Boss says you’ve gotta be quiet,” she said to a dog making rounds for pets – nose shoved up and at both Lloyd and Linus, lobbing a tongue towards them, before finally finding her. “Think you can do that?” 

   He rested his face on her leg, let his tail rock back and forth. Happy to see her. 

   Neoma sighed, tilted her head forward, smiled, small, gently, as she runs her hands through his hair. 

   “Good enough.” 

   The night was a frigid one – cold enough to see the breath from their mouths, trees around them bare, or near so. Even the ground seemed to shake under with the weight of ice. It seemed to be darker in the cold, though she knew that made little sense. The night would only be darker for lack of firelight. It had no actual correlation to warmth, she was sure. 

   Smoke fell from her lips as she spoke to them. “There some kind of signal I’m supposed to give you when I’ve gotten – or, uh – when the target’s down?” 

Neoma whistled, the sound barely dying off when a great, big dog came barreling into their midst. Tail wagging and tongue lolling, he looked for attention, and Linus was more than chuffed to give it to him. It’d felt like too long since he’d been around a dog, so it was a genuine reaction to the hound when he came over, pushing a wet nose into a rough hand -- which was rewarded with some playful pets and scritches from the Mad Dog. Lloyd gave him an appreciative pat when he was approached, but let the dog move on when he trotted over to his master.

Lloyd considered her question for a moment, glancing around the dark landscape. They’d come across plenty of wolves out here, so it wouldn’t be entirely odd to hear them in the distance at this time of day. 

“Can your dog howl on command? Soon as you’ve completed your task, and both of you have gotten clear, have him do so. If not, get back to camp, light a fire; we’ll be able to see it from here. Douse it quickly, though. If we don’t return before you put it out, move camp. We’ll find you.”

#neomacaught #Mad Dog || Linus #Lloyd || White Wolf

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r00dlion‌:

An upstart cub, he seemed to be. Time to lay down my paw. “The one and only heir apparent to Gallia’s throne, that’s who. The name’s Skrimir. You wanna test your strength against me, go ahead. I can take whatever ya wanna pull and then some. How about a decathlon to see where you are? Just you against me, nothing too formal.” The lionman smirked, hoping he’d at least put up a good fight.

“Three feats of strength, speed, and stamina each, then an eating competition to get all that energy back. Sound good?” he asked, hopefully piquing the young man’s interest. Should be amusing to see this beorc struggle against him, at least.

Ah, royalty. That certainly explained the air of unreasonable confidence that surrounded this guy. 

Where Mordecai seemed to be humble, and more interested in keeping the peace, this Skrimir fellow seemed to have the same taste for competition that Linus did. It certainly made Linus curious. He’d clashed with a few of the Laguz that had been summoned to Askr, and they were all pretty tough customers -- he wanted to know if their royalty was worth their salt, or full of hot air like most of the nobility back home.

“Oh, yeah? Well, I can’t wait to see your face when I blow you out of the water!”

Sure, he’d lost to Mordecai when it came to eating, and his fight with Tibarn had been cut off before it could be settled, but Linus didn’t get where he was by not being confident in his own skills. 

Even if it was more overconfidence than anything else...

“So, what am I kicking your ass in first?”

#r00dlion #I'll Take This Rage Rattle Your Cage it's do or die Only the Strong Survive: Linus || ((heroes)) #[i love how similar they are & its going to end so poorly for linus as far as his ego goes] #[but someone has to put this doggo in his place]

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empathicstars‌:

   You do not have an inability to create connection. 

   She was vaguely focused towards him, awaiting a response to what had already been released, but those opening words would send her abruptly glancing away, staring at the surface of her tea to hide the automatic dissent that would surely bubble in her eyes at such an incorrect assessment. For of course she did. She was uniquely predisposed to it. She was raised apart from her people. She could not make connections to the land, even if she saw the rolling tides in her mind’s eye and yearned for them, for it was not her land. She could not make connections to the people, for they were not hers, and would gladly claim forgetfulness than ever admit she had been a part of their lives. And where she may have created connection regardless automatically otherwise, she had been trained to distance herself. If there was anyone in this world who was made for cutting connection, it would be her. 

   Yet here he sat, preaching the opposite, with a ferocity that claimed he believed it. It was almost tragic, in a way. He was simply a hopeful human, blinded by some good will, attempting to salvage what was long lost. 

   She would not correct him, of course. Allow him to believe as he would. They all ended up seeing whatever they wished to see either way.

   And he admitted such, next words. Eyes narrowed so infinitesimally that even to her, it seemed the action may’ve simply been a ripple in the surface of her tea, not truly a shift on her part but a gentle step of the world around her. It seemed amusing, in some way. She was oft a mirror. Reflecting back to others what they offered. Being whoever they thought. No matter what she displayed or how she held herself, people always filled in her form with their own fantasies. There was nothing truly there, anyway, save for a vague outline. The emptiness in her was shrouded enough for people to imagine depth where it could not exist. 

   But Lloyd… was different. He… he recognized. 

   … Fascinating.

   Altogether, it was nothing. We did not really match. I don’t hold it against her.

   Eyes focused on him, suddenly, with unparalleled speed, colored dark and lined cool. Unrelenting gaze sought out, found him, sunk him completely in endless pools of black. It was not quite a glare, but it was certainly not anything else. It was not quite hard, but it would be near impossible for one to label it as gentle. It was not quite angry, but the lack in her eyes did not clearly communicate any other feeling. She stared at him as the truth was. Bold-faced. Free of feeling. Factual. Steady and unbending. Watching him as though his lies for levity sake were paper thin, and easily dissolvable when met with whatever force one would describe her as. Watching him as though she held the sorrow in her eyes that he would not allow in his tone. As though she held in her the pain that he acted had no claim over him. As though she were feeling the betrayal he would say never happened. 

   And then she blinked, and her eyes fell into what could only have been called disinterest as she focused on the world around her, instead. Stone cut and stacked into a walls and ceilings and floors. A still empty room. A silence that seemed to both speak and be utterly speechless. 

   She took another sip of her tea, and did not grimace – which would be impressive, perhaps, were you to know what it was she was drinking.

   “There is no apology necessary where offense is not taken.” Her cup was still held to her lips, as though it were important it lingered nearby. “It is… khara.” She was not sure he would recognize the name. It had been rather unique to the people with whom she had been raised. “I would not recommend it. I believe you would no longer claim that I made good choices regarding tea were you to taste this one.” Still, she had left the pot of it with the others, here, in a common area. Someone was bound to stumble upon it by accident, most likely… 

Perhaps his words were all contradicting and juxtaposed, but Lloyd wouldn’t attempt to word it differently, or change anything he said. He’d meant it, and spoken honestly, even if it was more than a little jumbled. She seemed strangely good at doing that to him. Like dice being shaken up in a cup before dumped out, nothing set in how they would turn out once cast. Aella didn’t even mean to cause such things, like Linus might try in order to get a rise out of him -- it was vastly different with her, and an effect that seemed wholly unnoticed by the woman herself.

She felt like a game of chance, and the stakes were worth the risk to him.

Her dark gaze was averted from him now, staring at her tea like it was far deeper than the small cup that held it. It was difficult to tell if she was merely listening, sorting words and meanings out in her mind, or if he had trod clumsily onto sore territory. Until she lifted her gaze unexpectedly, and he was caught off guard by the sheer depth that her eyes held. It hit him like a physical blow, sent him tumbling into the black sky that made up her eyes. It made him flinch, the emotions he felt reflected back at him with pinpoint precision and pressure, and Lloyd found himself submitting to the intensity, ducking his head down until he felt the weight of her gaze shift away.

Breath left him in a shaky whisper, eyes closed as he processed what had just transpired.

“...Perhaps. And while I’m relieved to hear that you took no offense, I don’t wish to get in the habit of thrusting my own thoughts and emotions off on you,” Lloyd murmured, glancing back up to her for a moment, before letting his eyes drift to the tea. Khara -- not overly familiar, likely a name he had heard maybe once or twice in conversations long logged away and forgotten about.

“That almost sounds like a challenge, and you never know what you’ll like or dislike if you never try it. Besides...you’ve yet to disappoint with your teas, Aella.” She’d gone through the trouble to make options available, and there was no one else around at the moment, so why waste good tea while it was still hot?

#empathicstars #Maybe You're a Mourner Maybe you Deserve to die: Lloyd || ((canon))

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“...Something’s fucky...”

#Mad Dog || Linus #[take this as i pass the fuck out]

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mun vs. muse!  

tagged by: @empathicstars thank u this was very calming to do even tho i had to redo lloyd cause of his stupid goat beard

tagging: @cavaliant @jasperlion @galdrgraced @weiwuxiian + YOU THERE SCROLLING THROUGH THE DASH

#Games in the Dark || ((dash memes)) #[i have very linus hair until it starts to grow out] #[alas outside of being pale i dont share many things with lloyd]

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onmyhcnor‌:

“You? Making me feel inadequate? You really are mad if you think that’s true! I am quite confident enough in myself as a man, thank you very much.”

“Please, if you were so confidant in yourself, you wouldn’t be yapping at me like a little lapdog caught out in the streets and scared close to pissin’ itself.”

“You know the ones, they look like shivery, overgrown rats.”

#onmyhcnor #Mad Dog || Linus

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The young lion looked the axeman over and approached once he found him alone. "Hey, you're Linus, right? I heard from Mordecai that you want to beef up like a Gallian. Now, Mordecai's great for getting sheer size, but I can show you how to put all that food to good use - without looking like a gourd. You'll feel like you'll want to die for a bit, but after that it'll be great. So, what do you say?"

Linus settled a not-quite-a-glare look on the other man, not about to back down from whatever little appraisal was going on here.

“Yeah, and who’re you?” he snorted, brown eyes narrowing as he took in the ears, tail and tattoo-like markings. Laguz, then, but not someone he was familiar with given his proximity with Reyson and Mordecai. However, this guy seemed to know the Tiger – mentioning the other by name, which lowered Linus’ guard a small margin. Mordecai was nice, and he’d earned a good bit of the Mad Dog’s trust from his gentle and honestly kind nature.

He perked up when the other mentioned more kinds of Gallian training.

“Oh, yeah? Well, I’m close with death – bit of a love-hate relationship – so that won’t be anything that’ll have me runnin’ for the hills! You two are really talking this shit up, so you’d better deliver or I’ll be awful disappointed!”

What the fuck was a gourd, though--

#r00dlion #Mad Dog || Linus #[TRAIN TRAIN TRAIN]

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SMACKS Linus over the head with a rolled up magazine.

Ah, there it was–!

#galdrgraced #If Police are at the Door Make Sure They've got Proper Warrants: Linus || ((modern au)) #[sad dog noises tho he entirely knows he deserves it]

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onmyhcnor‌:

@emblcmiisms

@herousanimarum

“I’m starting a petition to make Linus wear a decent shirt for once in his life.”

“It’s sad you think I’d listen to that. But, what’s the matter, tin can? Do I make you feel inadequate?”

#onmyhcnor #Mad Dog || Linus

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i mean, you could try and court me traditionally but holding a knife to my throat while kissing works too

#Battle Records: Linus || ((headcanons))

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#Words & Actions: Linus || ((musing))

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                    They thought that he was 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜,                               But they misidentified  —

        Because the 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 of his teeth               Was just him biting on the lie.

#Words & Actions: Lloyd || ((musing))

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cavaliant‌:

Well, that response certainly wouldn’t help the rumours any, not that Reinhardt had expected anything less. Linus wasn’t the type of person to back down so easily, though a small part of him felt proud that he’d managed to shock him off-balance even the tiniest bit.

It was probably a sign that he’d grown far too familiar with Linus, and far too used to his presence here…

“Never let it be said that I am one to back down from a challenge. I’m sure that no matter what unique learning needs you may have, I will be able to rise to the occasion.”

Now that was certainly more suggestive than he’d originally intended, but it wasn’t like he could make things much worse at this point. The class had already been thoroughly derailed.

…His TA was taking a rather long time to return, wasn’t he? Reinhardt spared a brief moment to wonder if he should be worried, but–Reyson did not particularly enjoy being fretted over. Still, if he’d run into that strange arts scholarship man again…

“If you would like to meet up with me again later today–perhaps after we both finish our work, I would be delighted to arrange a future date for your study endeavours.”

Linus snorted, almost losing his serious, angry demeanor when Reinhardt mentioned rising to the occasion, but he managed to cover up his not quite laughter with a growl. He turned his back on the teacher, raising a hand a waggling his fingers in a wave as he headed for the door.

“Sounds perfect, teach. You gimme a call when you’re good and ready for that meet up. You’ve already got my number,” he smirked over his shoulder. 

As soon as he was free of the room, Linus ran a hand through his hair, going over everything that had just happened in his head again.

“...Who the fuck just won that...”

#cavaliant #If Police are at the Door Make Sure They've got Proper Warrants: Linus || ((modern au)) #[CAN I GET A GOLD STICKER FOR THAT ACHIEVEMENT] #[but god same i love it...] #[now we can either time skip or start a new thread for that if you want]

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Linus dreams of a small girl, different from Nino as her hair is long and red. She sees Linus, but instead of running away like those in the past, she gives a big smile and runs towards him. "PAPA!" The dream ends with the girl hugging him, seeing that the little girl shares his eyes and big smile.

Blinking his eyes open, Linus ran a hand over his face. Rolling over onto his back, he mentally shrugs, and mutters under his breath, “Well, that was a fuckin’ random dream.”

#Anonymous

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Nino vc: Linus, why did Lloyd tell me to close my eyes and look away? What are you doing!? (IM NOT SORRY)

“Uh…Just, y’know, teaching a punk a lesson about getting into a fight with me–” Linus cobbled together in the few seconds it took him to understand what his good, sweet little sister was asking him. 

And there was, of course, no way in hell he was going to tell her what was really going on.

Not that anything was really happening, per se, but...

#ofinvisibleties #[linus: aBORT ABORT HOLY FUCKING SHIT]

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(Fantasy meme @ Linus) We get into a fistfight and the winner fucks the loser into the ground (no homo though right). Alternately I hike my skirt up and save a horse, ride a hero ;3c

Well, it’s still a sin–

IT’S THE MAD DOG WAY, YOU’RE NOT SUBTLE AT ALL, FERGUS!

#Anonymous #[hike that skirt boy]