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Fandom: Grand Chase
Characters: Erknard Sieghart/Ronan Erudon, past Sieghart/OC
Rating: PG
Warnings(Spoilers): err. none really.
Challenges lover100, 15_minute_fic
Prompt: Death, not telling
Word Count: 820
Author's Ramblings: When every I play, I really do use more potions when I play with Elesis than with any of the other characters. I'm also not happy with the wording. I feel that I didn't get my point across so I may, rewrite later.
Summary :Strength is not so much a physical characteristic as much as an mental one
When he first saw him, Erknard thought he was transported back in time
.
Everything was the same. The hair, the voice, even the things the boy was saying. It was exactly like him.
"Sir, Sieghart," Colin's lookalike says looking down at prone figure, "Everyone is waiting back at the campsite "
"Oh," Erknard stares a moment into Colin... no Ronan's eyes before lifting himself away from the old gnarled tree he'd been resting against into a standing position.. He bends down to grab his sword and hefts it across his shoulders. He turns and faces the knight with a smile. "Has Red been driving everyone crazy again."
Ronan lets out a harsh breath and smiles warily "Miss Elesis is determined to cross the Forsaken Barrows even though Ryan and Lire have both warned her of how dangerous that place is at night." He turns a bit and starts walking.
Moving to catch up, Erknard walks beside the bluenette's for a bit before giving out a small chuckle, "All that has done is make her more determined. Especially since her Master has declared she needs more training while everyone else has graduated to larger weapons."
Ronan let's out another large breath, his fingers moving to stroke the side of his nose. "Well, it is obvious that is a Seighart trait."
Erknard smirks. It's been a long time since he'd anyone to mess with. His arms out wide in front of him, he tilts his head towards the younger man "It's not our fault that our way works."
Ronan just shakes his head and continue walking.
"Plus, as long as our missions are completed, which they always are, I feel it's worth it."
Ronan stops suddenly and turns to stare at Erknard who stops a few paces in front of him. "Sir Sieghart, while completing your missions is important. I feel..." Ronan stops, lowering his head so that his bangs cover his head.
As the silence lengthens, Erknard walks back to stand beside the younger man. "You feel..." the brunette asks softly.
Ronan lifts his head up quickly and defiantly, "Strength is not so much a physical characteristic as much as an mental one. A person can be physically strong but emotionally weak. I feel a truly strong person would not be so foolish as to take so many unnecessary risks. Rushing into danger doesn't prove strength, just the opposite."
Erknard stiffens. His mind rewinds to a time of another conversation.
Staring into sad sky blue eyes that ask, "What is the point of completing a mission to only leave me, sitting here, incomplete?"
"But," Erknard says, weakly, raising his bandaged hand towards his lover.
The man grabs it with both of his own "I'm not denying that your strength, but" he pauses, swallowing hard before continuing, "for us at home, we're not strong enough to lose you, lad. I'm not strong enough to lose you." He glares hard at the man on the bed. "So don't make me my weakness so obvious to everyone."
Erknard turns way, "I'll see what I can do." He starts back walking.
Ronan's brows furrow in confusion. He glaces at the gladiator's back a moment before jogging to catch up. "I do not mean to offend, but I had assumed that you would agree with Miss Elesis."
Erknard smirks, "To be honest, I am. But given the way Red fights, I'd rather not have to drag her through the Barrows. I also don't want to spend my coin on her. There is this new sword that I kinda had my eye on. " he trails off.
The rest of the walk is silent. Erknard tries to figure out what to say to his great great great grandniece that would get her to wait until morning when he catches a peculiar look on Ronan's face. He can't identify it, but for some reason it makes the older man face feel hot.
It happens a few more times until the squabbling voices of Red and Blondie can be heard.
Ronan looks at Erknard and flushes when his eyes meets the other's dark gaze. He quickly ducks, his fringe covering his face, "I'll go and see what Miss Arme is up to." and quickly walks across the camp to where the mage is silently stirring a pot on the fire.
"What was that about?" Ryan says as he walks up to Erknard, points behind him at Ronan's retreating figure.
Erknard stares for a minute, a smirk growing on his lips. "I really don't know but I have an idea."
Ryan looks at the man with confusion.
"So," Erknard says abruptly, "Have you and the elf been able to make Red see reason."
Ryan grimaces, "No. And Lire seems close to hitting her with her bow."
"Not a bad idea," The older man muses, "We'll save that for if I can't get through to her." and heads towards the two arguing girls.
Fandom: Grand Chase
Characters: Erknard Sieghart/Ronan Erudon, past Sieghart/OC
Rating: PG
Warnings(Spoilers): err. none really.
Challenges lover100, 15_minute_fic
Prompt: Death, not telling
Word Count: 820
Author's Ramblings: When every I play, I really do use more potions when I play with Elesis than with any of the other characters. I'm also not happy with the wording. I feel that I didn't get my point across so I may, rewrite later.
Summary :Strength is not so much a physical characteristic as much as an mental one
When he first saw him, Erknard thought he was transported back in time
.
Everything was the same. The hair, the voice, even the things the boy was saying. It was exactly like him.
"Sir, Sieghart," Colin's lookalike says looking down at prone figure, "Everyone is waiting back at the campsite "
"Oh," Erknard stares a moment into Colin... no Ronan's eyes before lifting himself away from the old gnarled tree he'd been resting against into a standing position.. He bends down to grab his sword and hefts it across his shoulders. He turns and faces the knight with a smile. "Has Red been driving everyone crazy again."
Ronan lets out a harsh breath and smiles warily "Miss Elesis is determined to cross the Forsaken Barrows even though Ryan and Lire have both warned her of how dangerous that place is at night." He turns a bit and starts walking.
Moving to catch up, Erknard walks beside the bluenette's for a bit before giving out a small chuckle, "All that has done is make her more determined. Especially since her Master has declared she needs more training while everyone else has graduated to larger weapons."
Ronan let's out another large breath, his fingers moving to stroke the side of his nose. "Well, it is obvious that is a Seighart trait."
Erknard smirks. It's been a long time since he'd anyone to mess with. His arms out wide in front of him, he tilts his head towards the younger man "It's not our fault that our way works."
Ronan just shakes his head and continue walking.
"Plus, as long as our missions are completed, which they always are, I feel it's worth it."
Ronan stops suddenly and turns to stare at Erknard who stops a few paces in front of him. "Sir Sieghart, while completing your missions is important. I feel..." Ronan stops, lowering his head so that his bangs cover his head.
As the silence lengthens, Erknard walks back to stand beside the younger man. "You feel..." the brunette asks softly.
Ronan lifts his head up quickly and defiantly, "Strength is not so much a physical characteristic as much as an mental one. A person can be physically strong but emotionally weak. I feel a truly strong person would not be so foolish as to take so many unnecessary risks. Rushing into danger doesn't prove strength, just the opposite."
Erknard stiffens. His mind rewinds to a time of another conversation.
Staring into sad sky blue eyes that ask, "What is the point of completing a mission to only leave me, sitting here, incomplete?"
"But," Erknard says, weakly, raising his bandaged hand towards his lover.
The man grabs it with both of his own "I'm not denying that your strength, but" he pauses, swallowing hard before continuing, "for us at home, we're not strong enough to lose you, lad. I'm not strong enough to lose you." He glares hard at the man on the bed. "So don't make me my weakness so obvious to everyone."
Erknard turns way, "I'll see what I can do." He starts back walking.
Ronan's brows furrow in confusion. He glaces at the gladiator's back a moment before jogging to catch up. "I do not mean to offend, but I had assumed that you would agree with Miss Elesis."
Erknard smirks, "To be honest, I am. But given the way Red fights, I'd rather not have to drag her through the Barrows. I also don't want to spend my coin on her. There is this new sword that I kinda had my eye on. " he trails off.
The rest of the walk is silent. Erknard tries to figure out what to say to his great great great grandniece that would get her to wait until morning when he catches a peculiar look on Ronan's face. He can't identify it, but for some reason it makes the older man face feel hot.
It happens a few more times until the squabbling voices of Red and Blondie can be heard.
Ronan looks at Erknard and flushes when his eyes meets the other's dark gaze. He quickly ducks, his fringe covering his face, "I'll go and see what Miss Arme is up to." and quickly walks across the camp to where the mage is silently stirring a pot on the fire.
"What was that about?" Ryan says as he walks up to Erknard, points behind him at Ronan's retreating figure.
Erknard stares for a minute, a smirk growing on his lips. "I really don't know but I have an idea."
Ryan looks at the man with confusion.
"So," Erknard says abruptly, "Have you and the elf been able to make Red see reason."
Ryan grimaces, "No. And Lire seems close to hitting her with her bow."
"Not a bad idea," The older man muses, "We'll save that for if I can't get through to her." and heads towards the two arguing girls.