boxofkururu | open dragon-nerd post

[Truly, he just doesn't want the little dragon to get blamed for his deeds. So telling a white lie seems to be the best for them and it works.]

I have no intention on going back on my word; on both matters.

[Just as he said on his first day in this world when the dragon was healing him up, he would help him get rid of Ixion by fighting alongside him and stay with him until the deed was done.]

[ Either it works, or Haurchefant is good at masking his emotions.

Haurchefant was never good at masking his emotions. This was one of the most known things of this dear knight. He gives a smile, though - before looking out to the sea. ]

You just desired to see more?

[ It might be nice to let him out. But not take his eyes off him. This world was one of darkness and crazy. He needed to protect him from getting cursed by Ramza or Miscarlet or anybody. ]

[He nods. Besides, he never was going to leave for good until Ixion was gone. Aymeric had always planned on coming back to the fortress but being stuck there just made him feel more like a prisoner. He's a soldier after all.]

Aye, I do. I know you worry since this world is not like mine own but we both know it isn't good to just do nothing while your friend does all the work.

[ They're both soldiers, of a type. But he gives a little laugh. ]

But this job is not one for you. I doubt you'll be able to even speak to whom I'm visiting - a friend who may be able to make us both stronger.

[Mayhap another dragon? But the words are what gets him: make us both stronger. Has he...?]

Stronger? How so?

Well - I was going to ask him for more of his poisons. You know, to see if they could distract the Ward. If they could destroy House Haillenarte, they could at least put them to sleep for a while.

[ He says, as if this is casual. A pause, before: ]

Have you ever considered drinking Dragons' Blood? It can be reversed.

[ .........haurche ]

[Oh, so it would be for weapons. That...actually sounds like a good idea. Obviously this person would know more about the weaknesses of the Ward members. But then he has to go and mention drinking dragon's blood.]

I'm sorry but...did you just suggest I drink dragon's blood?

[W H Y?]

[ He gives a look - as if that reaction was unexpected. ]

Elezen bodies are weak - they're much easier to pierce. If you're going to keep sneaking out, I need to protect you more!

[Maybe because things are never THAT easy?]

I would not feel the need to sneak out if I was not constantly locked in.

[He sighs as he folds his arms. Why now that he's being this way?]

And I know how to defend myself. There is no need for me to rush in after all.

[ His eyes narrow, and he lets out a huff. His expression has shifted - though he still has that dark look in his eyes. I'd say run, but... the boat isn't the best place to hide in. ]
If I did not lock you up, you'd probably be tempered or dead by now. Perhaps both?

[ He speaks so matter of factly - he really doesn't trust this man, even though he's his dearest of friends. His voice is shakey as he speaks though. ]

Even if you did not rush - there is more danger then you'd expect, friend. All your defense and planning would be for nothing, if I cannot prepare you. [ If he can't prevent it - just keep him safe and away and not let him see combat, except if he knows he can win. Perhaps he'll finally find his peace though this. ] So why not indulge?

[He wasn't going to run, rather preferring to stand his ground even if it may cost him his life. But hearing him speak and he understands the worry behind it. What could he do compared to a dragon?]

But are you preparing me?

[He's quiet but his gaze does not waver, does not stop staring straight into his eyes.]

How is keeping me away 'preparing' to go up against a strong enemy? How is locking me away like in stories helping you? Not one person can do this alone and it is the same with a dragon. We can both be stubborn when it comes to helping others so instead of quarreling like children, why not help each other? All I ask is for you to let me in.

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[ His voice wavers but a little. Of course he's preparing him. Though he looks away, putting his hand to the sword he carries. The non-Borelisblade one. ]
You are a man who rushes without thinking. Who get injured and expects it to go your way. A new scar for every stupid attempt of being a hero.
[ Is he talking about this one, or...? He's holding back his true anger, though. The anger he never shows. ]
I give you full access to my children, and my training areas - and anything you may need. You simply cannot leave the Vigil. It's much better then any prison Ishgard would give. Once you are strong enough, I'd let you free. But now...
[ A pause. ]
Every time you flee, it's quite hard to stop myself from just tying you up and helping you!

[Look who's talking. Aymeric isn't the only one who tries to be a hero after all but the way he makes it sound, he can't help but get a chill down his spine. He practically compared the Vigil to a prison for him AND admitted that he would tie him up to stop him from leaving.

What exactly happened to make his kind soul act in such a way? Did he go through much harsher moments after his death? And why did Aymeric want more than anything at that moment...to run away? But his body betrays him as he moves toward Haurchefant.]

Tell me, even if I got strong enough to your desired effect would you truly keep your word?

[He just has that feeling that he knows the answer already.]

[ Death was only the beginning. Realizing that his life had no worth in his own world had turned him twisted - and he didn't even realize it. He had become what he hated - even if the truth was told to him, somewhere deep inside him he still resented himself. What he was.

But he places a hand towards Aymeric - before hesitating, and pulling it back to his side. ]

I would. [ He lies - his eyes seem to lose their shine as he talks. He will never be strong enough. He will falter like Borelisblade, and become nothing but an empty shell of a Commander. ] I do not lie - for that would be unbecoming of a Fortemps. [ But not of a bastard. He's clearly lying. ] If you were strong enough to even face down one of those monsters without getting scarred or tempered, I would let you explore and go free.

[ ...That is, before he would come and kidnap him more. He needs to protect this man, for this world needs one of him. Right? Every world needs what they have before. He would kidnap him so that he wouldn't flee. ]

[But he doesn't believe him. For all his talk about wanting him to become stronger, he seems to try and want to bend him to his will. But calling him out on it...no, it may trigger something and the last thing anyone needs is a dragon on the rampage. Hells, Aymeric doesn't even know where Haurchefant could not go in case he needs a safe place for awhile.]

I will hold you to that my friend.

[ He seemed satisfied with that. For now, at least. Finally, he seems to calm again - though his eyes have still lost their sheen. He's lost himself to his thoughts again - though he cannot show this. Well, at least, he's not showing it.

His voice now gentle, Haurchefant then gently spoke, putting his hand to his dearest of friends once more. (Dearest for now.) ]

This world is not mine either.

[ So why is he so obsessed with caring for it...? ]

[Did he...ever tell him that he too is from a different world? With the passion he has of protecting this one, Aymeric assumed he came from here. Why care for a world that doesn't belong to them? Was it due to being unable to return to his own? After all, he did die...

He can feel the air losing some of its tenseness as Aymeric puts a hand over Haurchefant's.]

It takes a lot to care for a place that you love so much. I can still see that in you.

[ You got a smile out of him, as his hand was touched. ]

I'm glad I haven't changed too much - my desires are honest. Family from this world still lives - why not protect them?

[ Perhaps someday, Emmy can return here. He deserves it.
The slightest of pauses, before he gently mumbles... ]

I... don't want to change.

You still fight for those you care for because you carry hope within you.

[But he's unsure how to show him that he honestly does care and worry about him. He's a friend, a comrade, but he keeps seeing the looks in his eyes. Aymeric still feels like he wants him trapped and he fights it constantly because it's like pushing against a force. He's important to many, something he truly understands but how can he do those things if he's locked away?

Is he...scared? Is Haurchefant afraid to lose someone just as the one in his world jumped in to protect Yua from that spear?]

You're still the man I know of, even by different worlds standards.

[ Paranoia is painful. He gently sighs, putting his hand back away... but placing it to his own chest. He could still feel his scars, under his looser casual clothes. He needed to remind himself sometimes.

But he seems to stay calm. Even though his mind is telling him to shift, to take control. And-- looks like his wings came out, at least. ]

And you are as I remember him. Foolish and optimistic.

[ He's trying so hard to compliment and not go creepy again. ]

Nobody has to change.

I have always been that way. Sometimes you can't play by the rules in order to accomplish what you want.

[He chose to work with the Scions for the greater good of Ishgard. So that thought about change?]

Sometimes the idea of change is scary and daunting, moreso for those who have lived a certain way for so long. But not all change is bad.

[And there goes the wings. Shit.]

Is this for the greater good, then?

[ Haurchefant asked, holding his wings out - once again getting close. Getting right into his face. ]

My curse... and the other you. Was his tempering for the greater good? Is my own life worth this... mockery of being a Fortemps? Who would think a Dragon could ever be for that good?

[ w h o o p s. ]

[Don't show fear. Don't falter from your beliefs. He can see the fear, the anger with very word spoken. Aymeric doesn't even flinch when the man gets right in his face, keeping his look steady as he takes every tone, every word to heart. Of course what happened is horrible, without a doubt and before he can retort, something occurs. Like the puzzle pieces just fell into place.]

...I see now. Why you lock me away, keep me in your sights. So the past cannot be repeated, a chance for a life that another no longer has. Aye, I should have known from the first time when you refused him to speak to me.

[He will not falter. Not even in front of a friend. Haurchefant would never forgive him for it.]

Borelisblade. Borel is blade. That little dragon...your sword...his true name is Aymeric de Borel. The same who was tempered and you saved him. Am I right?

[ He listened. Oh, how he listened so gently. Even as he seemed to hold back tears.

He'd finally figured it out. But of course he would. He was smart and perceptive. Even if it took such a push. Perhaps now he would stay with him and let him fight, let him sacrifice. As he speaks, though, his tone is gentler then it has been for quite some time on this ride. ]

That he is. His mind has faded, but his skills remain. You've seen us in combat... with more training, I can stop Ixion with him.

[ He keeps speaking of himself alone, even after admitting his sword has a soul. ]

He tried to fight him alone, even as Lucia and I begged him not to. Foolishly running away... and throwing himself away for his fallen world. He was from here, after all.

...and do you believe I would do the same?

[It's quiet his voice. He needs to hear it. Even Aymeric himself isn't stupid enough to go against a primal if it was known. But as Yua and Yukiko mentioned, other versions of themselves did differently than themselves.]

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