(( So what did I do today:
- Walked around town with my coat floating in the wind, looking like a dramatic protagonist
- Spent a whole hour+ on making puns over Yuga’s(from LoZ:ALBW) name with my Umineko cosplay group
I’ve been absolutely productive today. ))
A special warmth filled up the young man’s heart. There used to be this hatred he had. Hatred for his father and hatred for the whip. Not being able to be his best because believing the whip’s power would be what his true potential would strive from burdened him. Hot emotions had run through. Sudden outbursts and rash words upon the mentioning of his father. In the end that all went away. A newfound respect for his beloved parent. A newfound strength in his own soul and abilities. A vow that must be carried out in place of the clan that had disappeared.
Jonathan knew his responsibilities and he was more than proud to honor them. That never changed despite learning the true nature the Vampire Killer would have on him. Even if it was draining away his energy bit by bit, Jonathan would always fight and defend. The sense of fame seemed awarding, but at the same time he always thought he wouldn’t need it.
To hear this cloaked person speak to him in a respecting manner. A genuine one that honors his efforts…it was something worthwhile. “Thank you. I can only hope for that. Especially after what I had said about my dad…I only wish for him to be proud of me still and love me even if I was a punk at first.”
"Will power is what got me through. I wanted to do good. To do things as great as the Belmonts not for the sake of fame, but for those I care for and Charlotte. I don’t want my dad’s and grandpa’s efforts to go to waste. Even if I die by the whip, as long as I died knowing I had done something to save the world and who I hold dear, it’s all worth it."
((Rblogging because TTwTT))
Terry was silent for a moment. And then—
"That was awesome! Can you teach me to do that? But with wolves? I wanna summon a wolf army when I need backup! That’d be the coolest thing ever!”
Shanoa sighed and patted the owl lightly while looking at the man.
"Teach you? Well, it’d be impossible - You don’t seem like one who can use glyphs." she replied while staring at him, especially at his upper arms as she continued, "You don’t have the marks like I have and you don’t carry a firearm such as ‘his’… plus I can summon a few creatures, but I cannot summon wolves. I’m sorry."
((Is it weird that I have kinda begun to ship this? XDDD ))
(( From now on the ooc-self AKA me will be represented by the great, endless witch of drama, theatergoing and spectating - Featherine Augustus Aurora!~
Just letting you guys know so there won’t be any confusion about “who the hell is this and why is she in every ooc post”. ))
They are nearly similar.
(( The only difference is that Edward is still a shorty and Jonathan isn’t~♪ ))
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