[ he nods... his emotions do a little flutter of something very happy, something proud, something a little nervous. ]
It is. [ one hand comes up, and he lightly touches the insignia on his chest, on the uniform. ] As a whole, the Knights Ardante are generally well respected - we often help guard the populace from monsters, and are the only organization that is not specifically devoted to a certain nation or area of the continent. But... the Flameguard is a little different. He's just one person, but he is tasked with protecting the continent from the most harrowing of dangers. He is the only knight in the Order who is capable of wielding the Sacred Flame itself.
I chose to follow him specifically - I'd been working hard to become his apprentice since I was barely a teen.
[ a brief flicker of sadness melds into his emotions there, something soft and nostalgic, something despairing, turning it more bittersweet. ]
And... maybe not a bit much. They're nice - it's something I wish I could bring home! I'm sure my sister would love it. And... despite everything, I feel lucky that I've gotten to experience so many wonderful things here I might never have in Orsterra, too.
... People can change unexpectedly. Or even lie. It's hardly your fault -- nobody can blame you for wanting to see the good in things, people most of all.
[ Framing hair, strands carefully around Rondo's face, his touch cold in comparison to warm iron and freshly straightened hair. Once he's done all that, he'll start braiding it. this part he's even better at, giving him a nice event braid. ]
[ oh! the touch is a little surprising, but it's not bad - he blinks a little but lets him frame, holding very still.
and there's a soft sigh to that, as he looks into the mirror. ]
...Yes. I think... in being here, many people have tried to impart that in me. I think some part of me will always blame myself, for not noticing how badly he was hurting, but... I tried everything I could, and he never let me in.
[ it's a melancholy, strange feeling, acceptance. one maybe he'll get close to, or at least one that he's closer to than he ever was. ] But... I think I'll grieve him for a long time.
briefly, little sparkles appear by his head as he looks at his reflection, reaching up to very gently touch the end of the braid. sitting here, in his flameguard uniform, hair in a braid with a red ribbon - it is giving him a lot of Emotions TM, and he's stunned silent for a moment by the sight.
rondo swallows, hard, and his face breaks into a smile. ]
...Thank you, Daan. [ genuine - effusively warm. he tilts his head up to look at him, curiously... ] ... Are they gone?
[ You know what fuck it sure let's just say this pc is in the evening and his bnuuy has disappeared. His hood lies fairly flat now. Daan reaches up to pat his own head, then feel under the hood. ]
I guess so. Time flies by when you're doing someone's hair?
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It is. [ one hand comes up, and he lightly touches the insignia on his chest, on the uniform. ] As a whole, the Knights Ardante are generally well respected - we often help guard the populace from monsters, and are the only organization that is not specifically devoted to a certain nation or area of the continent. But... the Flameguard is a little different. He's just one person, but he is tasked with protecting the continent from the most harrowing of dangers. He is the only knight in the Order who is capable of wielding the Sacred Flame itself.
I chose to follow him specifically - I'd been working hard to become his apprentice since I was barely a teen.
[ a brief flicker of sadness melds into his emotions there, something soft and nostalgic, something despairing, turning it more bittersweet. ]
And... maybe not a bit much. They're nice - it's something I wish I could bring home! I'm sure my sister would love it. And... despite everything, I feel lucky that I've gotten to experience so many wonderful things here I might never have in Orsterra, too.
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[ Framing hair, strands carefully around Rondo's face, his touch cold in comparison to warm iron and freshly straightened hair. Once he's done all that, he'll start braiding it. this part he's even better at, giving him a nice event braid. ]
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and there's a soft sigh to that, as he looks into the mirror. ]
...Yes. I think... in being here, many people have tried to impart that in me. I think some part of me will always blame myself, for not noticing how badly he was hurting, but... I tried everything I could, and he never let me in.
[ it's a melancholy, strange feeling, acceptance. one maybe he'll get close to, or at least one that he's closer to than he ever was. ] But... I think I'll grieve him for a long time.
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[ Reaching for the red ribbon Rondo had, tying off the end neatly with a nice bow and moving the braid over Rondo's shoulder so he can see it. ]
Done.
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briefly, little sparkles appear by his head as he looks at his reflection, reaching up to very gently touch the end of the braid. sitting here, in his flameguard uniform, hair in a braid with a red ribbon - it is giving him a lot of Emotions TM, and he's stunned silent for a moment by the sight.
rondo swallows, hard, and his face breaks into a smile. ]
...Thank you, Daan. [ genuine - effusively warm. he tilts his head up to look at him, curiously... ] ... Are they gone?
[ your EARS... free him ]
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I guess so. Time flies by when you're doing someone's hair?
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Heh! I guess so. [ maybe it's just because rondo's hair is a nightmare. ] Did you still want to cut yours?
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[ Flicking his grown out fringe... he frowns as he looks at himself in the mirror. Grumbling a little bit. ]
Guess I'll just do it now before I get hit with anything else...