Fandom Fire Emblem Divide: Veilvel x Juliet

[Necromantic]

[color= lightgreen]Juliet[/color] and [color= white]Veilvel[/color]
The mass murderer and The man wearing his mom's skin

Time: Before chapter one

Location: Glypheim

Support Level: C

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Pretzel Heart S SirBlazeALot​

 

[Necromantic]

Juliet hummed as she sat on a bench outside the Carnival her fathers ran. Normally, she'd be doing something else, anything else, really, but it was such a nice day. The rain was only a light drizzle in this part of the city, in comparison to the normal downpour of rain, and the streets were teeming with people walking around. It was so interesting to be able to watch the other people! There was such a variety of them, she just couldn't get enough of watching people as they walked, going about their business. Maybe she'd even find somebody she thought she could kill for their hide, but that wasn't a priority today. She didn't feel like doing that.

She hummed, her feet swinging above the ground. She liked watching other people walk down the road, some of them into the carnival, but she was starting to wonder how long she had been sitting there. It had to have been more than an hour, despite the fact that it didn't feel like she had been sitting there long at all, and she was starting to get kind of hungry after all this time. Perhaps it would be a good time to do something other than watch people walk down the street... No, she didn't really feel like eating yet. That could wait a bit longer, she was enjoying herself! The food wouldn't go anywhere, but these people definitely would!

One in particular managed to catch her eye after a bit- A man with stark white hair and skin who stood about a foot taller than her, wearing armor that had a similar colour to one of her dad's scales and a pair of antlers. Similar to her, he only seemed to have one functioning eye. It was rare to see someone like that, someone who looked as battle worn as he did. Was he a soldier? No, she didn't think that either the Legion of Stone or Alliance of Fire were around Glypheim right now, the odds of him being a soldier seemed relatively low.

Well, he was bound to be interesting! She wanted to know more about him. She stood up, bounding in his direction with the energy of a child. Where was he going? It didn't matter to Juliet! If he had somewhere he needed to be, she would follow him there, and if he didn't have somewhere to be, she would drag him along with her into the Carnival. It didn't matter if he didn't want her to be around her, she'd do what she wanted. And what she wanted was to learn about him.

[color= lightgreen]"Hey, mister, what're you up to?"[/color] She asked happily; She didn't generally talk like that, but it she knew that she looked young and wasn't against using her appearance to fool other people. After all, people were more inclined to letting a child just stick around them than they were a fully grown woman. Perhaps he would ask where her parents were, and she could lead him into the Carnival? Maybe playing a few games with him would prompt him to start talking about himself.

Oh, this would be fun, she was sure of it!

Pretzel Heart

 

[Pretzel Heart]

Only a few days in Glypheim and he already wanted out. The musty rain, the crowded streets, the perpetually-brooding skies. None of it fit Veilvel, constricting him like a coat three sizes too small. It didn't help that he had never before left Malth in his life. The climate was warm, unfamiliar. And thanks to the constant downpours he had been forced to begin keeping his furs at home...the biggest inconvenience of all. Back in Malth he could wrap himself in billowing layers to obscure the true shape of his lithe frame. But it was certainly too hot to do that now, causing him to strip down to naught but his breastplate over a plain cotton shirt. He felt like he looked ridiculous- just some scrawny kid playing at warrior, with armor that, now fully visible, was earning him plenty of dirty and curious looks. But leaving behind his cloaks was one thing. The sleek scales that had once protected his mother's heart was something he could never be without.

Safe to say, feeling so exposed in the swarming crowds had him on edge. If it wasn't for Glypheim's damn weather he wouldn't even be outside to begin with. But both he and his grandfather needed supplies, among which water-repellant clothing was most pressing. At least money was something they didn't have want for...indeed, even if neither of them worked another day in their lives, it was something they'd never need again, thanks to years of meticulously saved earnings from the arena. Regrettably, most of that would be going to his grandfather's lodgings. Veilvel may never need to work another day, but the decrepit old codger certainly couldn't, even if he had wanted to. Completely useless, he'd need someone to look after him like a child. And finding someone trustworthy of that kind of caliber amidst the carnival acts of Glypheim had proven costly. Though it wasn't as if Veil had any better use for his money, truth be told. He was known to indulge in some fine liquor, now and again, but he wasn't one to get preoccupied by games or women, as so many other successful fools in Malth might. So really he couldn't have been any more out of place among the froth of revelers he was now amongst. What was with this country? Bleak skies ahead and never-ending debauchery below. But at least it wasn't violent, as it too often went in Malth. While they perturbed him, he couldn't find it in himself to deny the merrymakers their fun. As long as they kept to themselves and stayed far away.

Unfortunately for Veilvel, the further he wandered the further away from any type of clothing store he seemed to get. And now he had ended up on the fringes of what appeared to be some sort of fairground. He was regretting his choice to leave Calfuray at home.

I need out of this damned country. The sooner the better.

Trying to retain his composure against mounting frustration, the man was completely taken by surprise by an energetic voice at his side.

Gold eye, narrowed with suspicion, met bright eager green one. Of course. Of all the things. It was a damned child.

Why is she speaking to me?

Making no attempt to hide the perturbance from his face he appraised the girl. The fact that she was missing an eye, like himself, did pull at something deep inside...but it was little of his concern. Perhaps the injury had made her not quite right in the head, and she had mistaken him for a parent or someone who otherwise cared.

"You have the wrong man," he finally, curtly, replied before turning to walk away. So what if her eye was missing? He had been younger than that when his was taken, and look how far he had come. Mollycoddling her would do nothing to help her survive.

But then something gave him pause.

"Unless you can point me away from this carnival."

He had to accept the fact he was lost...that much was apparent. Though he wanted nothing to do with a child, if she proved useful he might even slip her a coin of pittance. But only if.

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