@lionharted / lionharted.tumblr.com
Oh wow, guys! Where the hell did I come from? I’ve been around, mulling over all of the characters I miss and the people I used to talk to and write with, so I’m rebooting this guy over here: Men Without Capes. His url will still be the same that it used to be, we’re still lionharted, but this set-up will be a little easier for me to maintain, with some new verses coming soon and access to other characters, if you’re into those.
"Do I detect a note of jealousy…? Ah, but Lulu didn’t mention she had a boyfriend. Sly vixen, letting me heap gifts on her and saying nothing. Don’t you adore cunning women?”
"I highly doubt that was what she was doing. She probably didn't want to tell you anything you didn't already know." It's not jealousy, damn it.
"Maybe she just hasn’t found one worth changing out for yet. I won’t know until I try."
"Stop trying."
"Gabbiani? Well enough, I suppose. Why do you ask?"
"Is he always like this?"
"If not from me, then who? You’ll note a shortage of gallant men willing to deck women out in expensive, pretty things."`
Ignoring the dig about 'gallant men', he rolled his eyes. "She never changes her necklaces."
"Your guess is as good as mine."
"Maybe. How well do you know him?"
"I have yet to meet a woman who doesn’t look better with a pearl necklace."
"Hyne, not from you."
❝How are you holding up?❞
"I've had worse, you okay?"
" Pft — yeah, ‘cause you’re one to talk. “
"That's exactly how you know you're screwing up. How are you?"
☠:Their worst habit.
Have you met him? Socially, he's not the best, and while he's made leaps and bounds in improving his interactions with others, he still has this terrible habit of keeping others at arm's length, sometimes being a jerk or just not being open or honest in the process. It makes him difficult to deal with.
ツ:A guilty desire of theirs.
To leave one day, just for awhile, for something that doesn't involve working himself to exhaustion or bleeding for someone else's cause. A vacation, if you would.
☃:Would they build a snowman
Maybe if he was asked really nicely, and then begged and wheedled and dragged along. Then maybe.
” — sup n’ stuff. “
"Your social skills are incredible." Coming from him, that was serious.
☼:Favorite season ☁:How they feel about cold weather. ☻:Person who could without a doubt make them happy. ☹:A thought that makes them sad.
☼:Favorite season
Fall, preferably early on. The weather isn't as hot anymore, but it's not yet cold, making it better for working outdoors, sparring and patrols, and since he's gotten closer to a certain someone, evenings by the fire after dinner are becoming a favorite.
☁:How they feel about cold weather.
He can't stand it. He has heavier coats, but he doesn't like losing maneuverability, and he seems to always be surrounded with people who love the cold and snow, or just don't feel it as much as he does, which doesn't help. Winter is the worst.
☻:Person who could without a doubt make them happy.
There isn't a single person who doesn't frustrate him at some point or other, but that's mostly his own stubbornness and issues, not to mention the fact that he doesn't seem to know 'happy' when it smacks him in the face. All that being said, it's with Lulu that his troubles fall away and he remembers how to smile, sometimes even laugh.
☹:A thought that makes them sad.
Thinking about his world, what happened and who he's missing. Sometimes it's wondering if there are other survivors out there like him, and sometimes it's thinking that it's impossible that the others made it out.
Sassy Aerith not taking any of Squall’s “damsel in distress” bullshit!
A soft laugh escaped her, though the sound was brief. Reluctantly, she released him from her grasp and raised a hand towards the hearth. “I’ll have the fire lit before you return.” Again, there was humour laced in her voice and the smirk had turned somewhat wolfish.
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't," he remarked, though the tone of voice made it a bit questionable whether he was talking about the actual fire or something entirely different, not that he lingered long enough to catch any responses. When he returned, it was with a bottle and two glasses, though he wouldn't guarantee they'd be using them the whole night.
Indeed she was enjoying it, but she wasn’t about to let on exactly how much, not yet anyway. At his suggestion that she get the wine and he start the fire, she arched a brow up at him, a smirk playing on her lips. “Wouldn’t it be easier if I started the fire and you get the wine?”
Her amusement said it all, and he dipped his head just enough to let his hair cover his face a moment, an automatic reaction akin to a second of 'hiding'. "You might have a point. Just maybe. I'll get the wine."
