((Alright, the torch has been passed! Another Soren blog has been created, so I will have to retire this one to this lovely Soren. You may unfollow me, considering I’m not sure what to do with this blog and probably won’t be doing anything on it for a long while. ;;)

((Well it looks like before I could get back here someone already reserved Soren so I guess I’m done with this blog uvu; I may return to Citta with another character but I’m not too sure yet. Maybe another Fire Emblem or maybe even Dragon Age character?))

((Alright, so here’s the deal with this blog.

I obviously haven’t been particularly active at all these last few weeks, perhaps even months, but I’m willing to make a comeback. I’d just like some sort of assurance that someone would actually want to see me come back.

Also, I have two drafts and I’m contemplating whether or not I should reply to them or not.

I’ll be back after church and decide what I want to do then. As we can all see, Citta is essentially dead, not really even dormant anymore, so I know only a few of you will see this, but feel free to tell me what you think.))

violettemoon:

It was obvious by the time that she caught up to him; this man was the rational sort. His books, his sigh, (that she just barely heard on the wind)… even the way he carried himself gave off the impression that, not surprisingly, Violette was going to have to work hard for his help. Not that she blamed him, of course. Everyone in this city had their own agenda, whether it be finding their way home, plowing through a stack of literature, or nothing so innocent. She herself was in the middle of an ongoing search party; Hortense simply wasn’t going to show up at her doorstep any day, now, was she? After monsieur Hiver had told her that, at one point, her sister had been in Hive City, the little blonde had dedicated herself to reuniting their trio.

Then again, this little outing proved to be a bit of a wake-up call: she very blatantly did not know the city as well as she claimed she did. Not only did that kink her confidence in finding the Doll of Life, but it also hurt her pride, just a little, to pursue the ruby-eyed man. 

As she pleaded her case, Violette was surprised to see a thoughtful look take over his face. Had she really won him over so easily? Was it so simple as offering something of her own? Ah, but alas, that would be too much luck for the doll.

“I cannot help you, at least not in this sector. It changes constantly, and I’m unfamiliar with the streets; it is not where I live. Besides, I have to get these books to my apartment, preferably without any meeting the concrete. You don’t want my help. Find someone else.”

A fleeting glance on his part left her at a loss for words and, momentarily, startled into stillness. Surely, that was a well articulated, well reasoned response. It was an answer that on any other occasion, she would have accepted and been on her way. But having already come this far, Mistress of Death was not about to let her potential savior, whether he liked it or not, get away.

It only took a few seconds to catch up again.

“Please, monsieur! The streets…this is why I need your help. I do not have the misfortune of living in this sector, either, and foolishly wandered my way here. I understand that you must think me an ignorant child - though I assure you that I am not so young in age - but if I did not truly need your guidance, I would not have asked.”

She was not sure what else could be said to convince him. Humbly, she stopped their forward process once more to clasp her hands over her chest, then sink into a low curtsy. “I promise to stay silent, if you wish it. And once we cross into territory I recognize, I will bother you no longer. S’il vous plaît, monsieur.”

He had never stopped walking, and presumably would never stop, until he reached his destination, but that seemed to leave no affliction on the girl’s goal. She still persisted, explaining rather valid points all the while, and Soren found it difficult to turn her away again. Although he would have never see himself acting the same way, he unfortunately felt some sympathy for her situation (though he would never openly admit such, or even acknowledge such).

“Please, monsieur! The streets…this is why I need your help. I do not have the misfortune of living in this sector, either, and foolishly wandered my way here. I understand that you must think me an ignorant child - though I assure you that I am not so young in age - but if I did not truly need your guidance, I would not have asked.”

Soren slowly sighed, but took this apparent girl’s words into consideration. If there was something he was familiar with, it was appearing to be something he wasn’t; it could even be argued that he knew so on the same level, as his genetic condition (as it could be called at its best) had left him looking younger and more childish than he truly was. There was some story behind the woman, as she may have been, and that wasn’t the only thing he was intrigued by.

She used that language once more, that distinguished, fluid language that interested him so. His curiosity pushed him closer to this mysterious tongue, this mysterious being, a childish, petite ghost that seemed to haunt him. He could see that, superficially, she presented no obvious measure for harming him, and if the situation called for it, he would be ready to defend himself. And although there didn’t seem to be any obviously benefits to aiding this girl, there weren’t any obvious downsides to it, either.

His mind worked carefully over the situation, but rapidly, for he knew most were impatient and demanded instant gratification. He finally came to a consensus, looking down at the woman, he now presumed.

“I suppose I could aid you. I just wouldn’t know how,” he spoke sternly, looking back ahead of him down the sidewalk, which was relatively uninhabited. His words were quick, but precise; Soren was a very efficient man who hated wasting time. This person would be wise not to waste his.

(Source: brandedwindsage)

ardereildiko:

Ardere resisted the urge to growl.  Now who was being rude?  Very well, if that was the way he was going to be, she would leave him to his silence.

But she wasn’t going to leave, that would be too easy.  Instead, she would make it a test of patience.  Besides, maybe when he finished the book (or the chapter) he would be willing to talk.  Smirking, she lay her head down, closed her eyes, and prepared for a nap.

Soren huffed air impatiently from his nostrils, but was almost amused when this pestering individual laid down beside him. Was she really going to take a nap next to him and expect him to be willing to speak afterwards? He never would actually speak to her anyway; her persistence wouldn’t make any difference to him.

Placing his finger in the book, he gently closed it, holding his spot, and stood up from the bench. Soren simply walked away, leaving this dragon behind, and it didn’t hinder him one bit. If she was going to choose to be annoying, he was going to choose to walk away from the situation.

(Source: brandedwindsage)

cirque-du-pain:

“Stop pulling!”

“I will not! You’re not the boss of me! Just because you’re the shell of my body doesn’t mean you’re my superior!”

Klaus turns around a corner towards the park, and Klaus’ eyes light up. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of matches.

“Oh no you don’t! I won’t… let… you!”

The two are now struggling for the matchbox, one trying to set sector one’s park alight and the other trying desperately to protect the few people there. When he finally gets it away, Klaus runs over to the nearest man and tosses the box.

“Please, sir! Could you keep that away from him?”

Soren continued to read uninterrupted for a few moments, when suddenly, he heard something in the distance. Some sort of disturbance had him lifting his eyes from the book, and it was then that he saw Klaus.

He had recalled the conversation that the two had had not long ago, but for some strange reason, it seemed that there were two of Klaus, and Soren couldn’t comprehend why or how that was even possible.

Regardless, what was important now was keeping the park safe. Yes, it was true that he didn’t like people much, but setting the park on fire obviously wouldn’t benefit anyone. Soren quickly put the book down next to him on the bench, catching the… Well, he wasn’t quite sure what they were referred to as, but he caught them nonetheless.

He wasn’t sure where to go, but he knew he had to get away from the situation and somehow destroy these strange sticks. Soren rose from his spot on the bench and ran off, taking his book in his other hand. Upon further inspection, the sticks were very simple devices; therefore, he saw that they could be easily destroyed, but to find a safe place and enough time to do so would be quite the task.

If anything else, he figured, at least there wasn’t any immediate danger left any longer.

(Source: brandedwindsage)

ardereildiko:

Ardere snorted in amusement.  She lowered her head to look over his shoulder at the book.  ”It would have taken less time to answer my question,” she said.

Having not talked to anyone in the last couple of days, and only recently gotten used to the idea of people wanting to talk to her in this strange city, Ardere wasn’t going to give in that easy.

“I’m Ardere by the way,” she said, laying down beside the stranger.  ”Seriously, what book are you reading?”

He attempted to ignore this newcomer as well as he could, but as was the case with almost every other individual he had ever met here, this person (or dragon, as he noticed when he glanced her way), seemed incredibly persistent. He essentially ignored all that she said besides her name; Soren figured that such a thing may be able to help him in the near future, for example, if he wished to reiterate the fact that she should leave.

And that time would be now.

His eyes not shifting in the slightest, his mouth formed concise and stinging words that he could only hope would get the point across to his idiotic ‘companion’. “Ardere, I’ve told you to leave me be. I have no intention of being interrupted. I came here because of the silence and the fresh air, no other reason. So leave.”

Soren articulated his point in exactly the manner he wished to; he waited to hear a shifting sound, some sort of movement from the stranger, to know that she would understand such simple desires from him.

(Source: brandedwindsage)

ardereildiko:

Ardere slipped quietly through the park.  The silence of the city left too much room for thinking, especially when any amount of thinking brought your mind to the past.  

The dragon looked around carefully, hoping to see someone she could talk to.  The sound of a page turning caught her attention.  Looking toward the sound, she saw someone sitting under a tree, reading. 

Curious, and somewhat relieved, she walked over.  ”What are you reading?”  she asked.  She had been working on an English major back when she was fully human, so books were something she could always relate to. !

Everything was silent, tranquil, and an ideal environment for Soren…

But of course, it was interrupted; something Soren should have expected, but didn’t, for some strange reason. He finished the sentence he was reading, then looked up from the literature to meet the stranger’s gaze.

“Don’t disturb me, I’m obviously busy,” he spoke quickly, wishing to articulate his point without having to waste his breath. His eyes returned back to the text, leaving this stranger to their own devices.

(Source: brandedwindsage)

is-marth-in-this-game:

“I was looking through your supports today. Who’s Stefan???”

As usual, Soren had avoided contact as much as possible, secluding himself from areas that were prone to bustling activity. However, he refused to stay in the confines of his apartment; his former life was spent venturing outside, with wondrous scenery (aside from that of victimized areas that had fallen to war) that this new residence couldn’t even begin to compare to.

Soren locked his apartment door and entered the elevator, surprisingly at ease with the strange, unfamiliar motion of the machinery. When he exited the building, however, he noted something incredibly aberrant.

The streets were practically empty.

Of course, Soren being the sort of individual to detest the company of most others (in fact, all but one), the discovery was initially tantalizing. He couldn’t believe the streets to be so bare, but such tranquility was rare and was a thing to be cherished. He rapidly made his way over to the park he usually spent his days at, considering it was in a nearby sector and the air was so much cleaner is sector oo1.

“Hmm,” he simply muttered as a meager two or three individuals were scattered about the large plain. He simply sat at his usual bench, bringing out the book he had decided upon reading that unexpectedly silent afternoon.

He didn’t question such abandonment; he enjoyed it too much to do so. Instead, Soren simply leaned back, focused incredibly intently upon reading his book, and supposed that any challenge that had driven the others away could easily be beat be himself.

Soren was about as context as he could be at this moment.