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okay so like, this might be lowkey controversial but, for the time being i’m not mad with The Letter For The King. Do i think certain things could have been handled better? Absolutely. But it’s definitely set up for another season at least. Tiuri’s mom hasn’t been seen since like, ep 2 or 3, The Queen had the black eyes that they haven’t explored yet, Lavinia hasn’t found the road, and Iona and Jaro’s strange acquantanceship is just starting.

I’m definitely upset about the death but I want to see what the show writers do with it. If it’s kept through the story and used as a source of inspiration/determination and not completely forgotten about then its one thing but if it is completely forgotten then it begs the question of why the character was introduced in the first place if they were only going to die.

This got long so analysis under the cut

I know a lot of people are upset that Tiuri was teased as the hero but it turned out to be Lavinia who had magic and I just have to say that Tiuri is definitely the protagonist in this story. It is completely centered around him. Not only does he tick most of the ‘hero’ boxes from Campbell’s The Hero’s Journey, he’s also the one we establish the emotional connection with first. I think that’s a part of why a lot of people are upset about the magic thing. He was designated ‘special dude’ in the first few episodes and then everyone finds out that there’s nothing supernatural about him. But what I think a lot of people are forgetting is that the thing that makes Tiuri the hero/protagonist in TLFTK is that he chose to be. He made the choice to help the old man at the chapel door. He’s also a kid. They all are. And save for Lavinia, they likely haven’t had much agency in a lot of their choices because they’re kids. They’re only just starting to be baby adults. So Tiuri chose to go help and that lead to him travelling across the continent.

Another part is the race thing. I’m not going to comment on this too much, not because I don’t think it’s there, I think it is to an extant, but more because I don’t want to make any rash judgments on the writers who had six episodes to tell a story that could very easily have been cut back from ten which is the usual netflix original s1 episode count. They also address that Tiuri does endure certain racist attitudes from other characters through the series. This in mind i’m really hoping that there is some nuance going into the writing that we’ll be able to see in future seasons.

Tiuri also has a questionable Lineage. His home was a victim of genocide and his and his Mother are, for all that we know, some of the few who are left. He doesn’t know who his biological father was. It was teased that his father was a Shaman and while I want to believe that, the information was given when we still thought that he had magic. It’s also shown that Shaman is used as a gender neutral term and I’ll get to that later. His mother tells him not to worry about who his father was and it could be that she was trying to get him to accept Sir Tiuri as his father and that it really doesn’t matter, or it could be that she said it for complicated plot reasons.

Speaking of parents, we have Lavinia. Lavinia’s character is interesting. She was introduced as a self-serving and very ambitious noble/princess who wants to help her people in a sustainable way. Her father is shown to see a quick fix and try to take it. Lavinia wants to find the road that ran from two kingdoms directly through her town(?). She’s done the research and the math and the planning. She just needs to go do it. That’s her goal. Then we’re introduced to the idea of her mother. We know almost nothing about her mother other than she’s gone. There’s mysterious circumstances there that have yet to be explored but they’re set up to be major plot points in the future. Also, just a side note about the magic, we only know of three cultures in TLFTK when there could easily be hundreds of cultures around the world. For there to only be one with magic would be bad world building and just on the detail we’re getting for future season set ups I want to say that the world building wouldn’t be that bad but I could be wrong.

I mentioned the gender neutral term used for Shaman and it being used to describe a magic user. For the time being, and until we get more info on the world building and term usage for the Netflix series because it apparently does differ wildly from the source material, I’m inclined to believe that Lavinia is a Shaman. So was(is?) Prince Veridian. Lavinia’s mother could have been the Shaman being talked about when Prince Veridian was interrogating the Shaman in the village. Now I’m not trying to say that Lavinia could be a woc in this world, I’m just saying that we don’t really know a whole lot about the magic being used and it’s cultural significance throughout the world, and that what we do know is incredibly limited.

Now, names are important for characters not only to distinguish them to readers but the also tell something about the characters. The name Lavinia also belonged to the wife of Aeneus who in Roman mythology was a survivor of Troy and son of Aphrodite and is an ancestor to Romulus and Remus, founders of Rome. One part of her story that her hair catches fire as an omen promising good things for her people and bad things for the latins. This is similar to how Lavinia in TLFTK almost looks to be on fire as ‘the light’ in the battle scene in e6. This is so interesting just from a meta standpoint so I wanted to point it out. I haven’t read the book or the sequel so I don’t know anything about the source material but from a writing perspective that’s a hell of a derivitave. Side note, Tiuri could possibly be derived from Turi meaning ‘of Thor’ or Tiri meaning ‘swift one’ from persian mythology or ‘outsider’ in ijaw, and these are theoretical, it could just be a name. The meanings do come from behindthename and babynames so the meanings could be entirely wrong.

Now Iona. I lover her character and I can’t wait to see more of her. She’s competent, knows what she does and doesn’t know, she can work in a group or independently, takes charge, and can kick ass. She’s also a kid, which is super important. We don’t know much about her history other than her parents are dead and that she’s likely lived a pretty rough life to be somewhat proficient in thievery, survival skills, sleight of hand, and ‘bar speak’ for lack of a better term. Past this we don’t really know much about her, or the rest of the characters for that matter. We have six plot based episodes and that’s it, so from here it’s gonna be less character analysis and more general analysis.

I think that she’s being set up as a foil to Tiuri. A foil is one character who contrasts another. They’re not necessarily opposites. One of the reasons I think this is so is because of how competent Iona is and how incompetent Tiuri is. She goes off with an adult who now(?) has no real ties to anyone, but he’s following her. (This would seem creepy but I see it more as an exasperated adult accidentally adopted an ambitious kid and now feels obligated to make sure they don’t get themselves killed.) Tiuri ends the series belonging to the knighthood. Speaking of the knighthood, this was the one thing that Iona was sure she would get and Tiuri was sure he wouldn’t. She had the confidence and skill to match and Tiuri was just kind of. There.

Now, we know so little of the characters mentioned above and even less of Foldo, Guissipo, and Piak, but they are intrinsically connected to eachother.

Its implied that they grew up together. Piak knows that Foldo tells good stories. So the three of them know each other and that makes the little romance between Foldo and Guissipo a bit more believable once that is realized. Like I said earlier, I really want to know what the show writers deal with Guissipo’s death and how it affects Foldo and Piak. I don’t really expect it to hit Tiuri or Lavinia so hard, maybe Iona if she knows, but it should definitely hit Foldo and Piak. I really hope that in the future, it’s addressed how they both grieve individually and together.

I think the only other character that I really wanna talk about is Queen Alianor. She has Tiuri’s mother and had black eyes, but she also knighted all of the boys. i really want to see what they do with that only because I don’t know what could happen.

Anyway this was more of a ‘okay people are mad about a lot of things and while I know and can agree with why, we don’t really have a lot of information as to what is planned especially with only 6 episodes adding up to less than 300 minutes and a story that could have been so much longer.’ I know that it has issues and that the show has hit certain pitfalls. I know. But I want to hope that there was a reason behind what they’ve done and with more time we’ll get to see those reasons.

[sir-gwaine-my-man]

A rewrite of the ending for The Letter for the King

If we're being honest, did the ending live up to anyone's expectations? Certainly not to mine. My babies deserved better and I hope my attempt at writing can help to rectify that for anyone else looking for a happier - and hopefully better - ending. At some point, I'll probably write a fic for the entire series, possibly with an OC (maybe a younger sibling of one of the knights because I want more interactions with Piak). Feedback would be greatly appreciated! I'm always looking to improve. I struggle with accurate characterisation in fanfics when writing non-canon dialogue/scenes so if anyone has any tips then please send them my way.

I know there's maybe 12 people in the fandom (this had better become a running joke, so help me) but hopefully I will please those 12 of you. This will take place from when they exit the sewers. Without further ado, let us proceed.

5000+ words

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The thick, rancid scent of the sewers still lingered in the air as the novices clung to the ladder several metres up. Damp metal frigid to the touch, covered in something that they wouldn't dare to ask the origin of. Even Tiuri - who had made his way to the top of the ladder - could still smell the murky water (or, at least, what they thought to be water) below.

He swung the grate at the top open, gritting his teeth as he hoisted himself up and out of the entrance to the sewer. The fresher air was a welcome comfort in the dimly lit room, candles flickering gently in the little draughts that filtered in, and he was thankful to take in a deep breath of fresher air.

Pushing himself over the edge with a grunt of effort, he turned around to help Piak climb out, safely pulling him up. It was certainly far more graceful than Tiuri's attempt to get himself out.

"You're pushing me again," Jussipo snapped, looking down and glaring before pulling himself out as well, a look of clear disgust etched upon his face.

"Because you're going even slower than you were before," Arman retorted, evidently still frustrated at having to go through the sewers.

"It's-it's in my hair! It's in my hair." Jussipo's face contorted as he tried to hide the extent of his revulsion as he essentially jumped out of the exit.

Arman came out soon after Jussipo, quickly pushing himself out, glad to be away from the dreadful place, and was quickly followed by Foldo. "It's definitely not water," Foldo choked out through the stench, his face paling as he resisted the nauseating temptation to throw up any food still left in his stomach.

"See?" Tiuri started, trying to reintroduce some positivity into their quest that seemed to lack a favourable outcome for the foreseeable future. "I told you. Easy."

The others stared at him as though he were insane, many still looking disgusted from their time in the sewer. Foldo looked greener by the second. No one particularly wanted to know what was in the sewer now that they knew it wasn't water from his expression. They also didn't want to know how Foldo found out.

The group rushed out of the room, breaking out into a run as they hurried to get to the throne room. They had hardly made it down a single corridor before turning into a hall and running straight into a line of servants.

Attempts at acting natural were made. Bowed heads, feigned interest in the exquisitely crafted banners and candleholders - although, they had to admit, they were beautiful. But, of course, despite the dirt on their clothes, they still reeked of nobility and they neither looked nor acted like the staff of the castle, not to mention the swords hanging from their belts. Still, the servants had far more important matters to attend to other than herding some wandering nobleman's children back to the feast.

As soon as they were alone, they all raced through the open doorway, speeding down more passageways, thankful not to encounter anyone else.

"That was close!" Piak exclaimed with a smile, jogging next to Jussipo, clearly enjoying the excitement.

"Be quiet," hissed Arman sharply, turning back to the boy. "You don't know who could be lurking in the shadows, listening to our every word."

"Don't talk to him like that," Jussipo replied, moving threateningly closer, attempting to turn any anxiety brewing within him to confidence.

"I'd appreciate it if you directed your aggressive energy towards the task at hand, please," Tiuri sighed. "Besides, I think we're safe for now."

"Perhaps we should be a bit quieter, it couldn't hurt," Foldo suggested gently.

They continued their way through the castle, footsteps echoing far louder than they would've liked through the stone hallways. Cautious glances were frequently casted towards the windows, the steadily rising blood moon harsh and bold against the dark sky, glaringly bright as it outshone the gentle twinkling of the stars.

"Do you even know where we're going?" Arman asked as Tiuri led them down yet another tortuous corridor. "We're running out of time. You could be getting us lost for all we know."

"Of course I know where we're going," Tiuri insisted, vaguely remembering visiting the castle once as a child. If he was being honest, he was mostly guessing the path to the feast. "It's around this corner."

The door creaked as he pulled it open, but they paid it little mind as they hurried down a set of steps and into yet another corridor. It would be a miracle if anyone knew their way around the entire castle.

"Come on," he whispered as they ducked around a wall, praying that the area would be empty.

It was, in fact, not. "Where do you think you're going?" a heavily armoured guard asked as the five of them came to a shuddering halt in front of him.

Jussipo was just about to come forward - casting worried glances towards Foldo and Piak - with a story about how they were the sons of some visiting nobles and had gotten lost when the guard keeled over following a sharp blow to the head from the pommel of a dagger. The knights-to-be watched in confused shock as he fell over to reveal Iona behind him.

"Surprise," she said, tears evidently brimming in her eyes as she looked at the people she could almost call friends before she turned them in.

Arman rushed towards her in a fit of rage, his fist raised as he prepared to strike. He was followed by the rest of the novices, ready to jump to his defence if needed, but Arman was brought to a quick halt by the blade millimetres from his throat, glinting menacingly in the candlelight. Iona urged him back in what seemed to be reluctance.

"You have every right to hate me," she began, the dagger still held out in front of her.

"Well, we do hate you," Arman claimed, jumping forward again as Tiuri held out an arm to stop him from doing anything stupid.

"I hate me too. What I did... what I've done." She finally held the dagger back by her waist, a choked laugh escaping her as she blinked back tears that threatened to spill. "I'm sorry," Iona admitted, the tears that she had attempted to withhold streaking down her cheeks despite the wary glances the group gave each other, "for all of it. I'm sorrier than you'll ever know. But I just... I wanted you to know that."

With a determined look, she furiously wiped away the tears, seemingly angry at herself for showing such emotion. Iona turned away, ready to never see any of them again.

"Iona?" Tiuri called out.

Iona stopped, turning around as hope glittered in her eyes. Tiuri approached her, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting embrace as if to say that he forgave her, it was alright now, she was forgiven. She returned the hug with one arm, seeming to relax for a single moment.

And then the moment broke, shattering into hundreds of pieces of betrayal and hurt as she snatched the letter with her free hand.

"Every time you think you've got her pegged," Jaro chuckled as he entered the hall with two knights following, a sinister edge to his laugh, "she turns around and she surprises you all over again." Tiuri backed up to the safety of the group, fear and pain smothering his features as Iona hesitantly handed over the letter, a frown upon her face. Was this really the right thing to do? Yes, of course, Tiuri had dashed her hopes of becoming a knight, this was her only way forward. Jaro took the letter with a sickening smile, pocketing it. The group's hands reached for the hilts of their swords, prepared for a final display of courage. "Looks like the letter's not going to the king after all. Now, do you want to walk away and live or make a futile gesture of defiance and die?" Each of the boys drew their swords with little hesitation, willing to put their lives on the line to save the world they knew. "A futile gesture it is." The three Red Riders and Iona drew their swords as well, a determined grimace etched upon everyone's faces.

Jussipo turned to Piak, the brother that he had sworn to himself that he would protect at all costs. He couldn't risk Piak’s safety, not for anything, not for the world. "Stay there," he whispered, gently pushing him back.

With a fierce cry, Jaro charged towards them, the novices racing into the fight. This included Piak who had decided to ignore his brother's instructions and fight anyway with little regard for his own life and lack of training, using his lack of size to dodge any incoming attacks.

Sword clashed against sword, metal ringing out in the brutal melodies of battle. Deafening clangs that brought the children's hearts to their throats for, after all, despite all that they had been through, they were still children. Adrenaline surged through each person, the fight blurring time and reality as they solely focused on the simple motion of swinging their swords. Back and forth. Blows and parries. Attacks and counters.

Piak stayed close to Jussipo, ready to jump to his aid at a moment's notice. That was until Jaro had forced Tirui to the floor. The tip of his sword inched closer to Tiuri's throat, slowly threatening to slice through skin. Piak took the distraction as an excuse to nick the letter from Jaro's belt, instantly jumping to action.

"I've got it!" Piak called out at the same time Jussipo yelled out his name more out of fear than anger. Piak passed the letter to him as Jussipo looked towards him in a mix of frustration and admiration.

"What did I tell you?" he asked in breathless exasperation as he deflected another attack. "Tiuri!" he yelled as he flung the letter through the air, Tiuri deftly catching it. "What are you waiting for?"

"Go!" Arman and Piak insisted in sync as Tiuri rushed out of sight, quickly chased by Iona and Jaro.

In that brief moment of distraction, in those few seconds in which the group thought they could recover, one of the Red Riders lunged towards Piak, the most defenceless of them all. In that split second before the sword hit him, Jussipo saw what was happening. Not Piak, anyone but him. He wasn't even supposed to be here, he was too adventurous for his own good.

In that split second, Jussipo remembered everything he could about Piak. The way he would leap around as he practiced fighting with a wooden sword. The way he could talk about anything and everything for hours. How he would sneak him extra food from the kitchens after a particularly tough training session. How he was so carefree despite all the troubles in the world.

In that split second, Jussipo made a decision. Whatever it takes, he thought, whatever it takes to save my brother.

With a breathless but purpose filled shout of, “No!” he leapt in front of Piak. Jussipo tried to deflect the incoming sword but he knew there was little point in even attempting to raise his weapon before the sword plunged into his chest.

Everything seemed to slow down at that point. He felt as though he should cry out in pain, the agony coursing through him immeasurable. He could hear his heart beating inside his skull, strong and steady and pounding and loud, far too loud. Why was it so loud? It was becoming difficult to breathe, ragged gasps attempting to escape his lungs. Why couldn’t he breathe? Why was it so hard? The panic mixed with the agony in a violent surge, every ounce of his being fighting against the sickeningly cool metal inside him. And everything was becoming blurry and hazy and he wanted to just let go, to not be tethered to this world in which he felt so much pain. Why wouldn’t it stop hurting?

Was he dying?

And all he could do was blankly stare forward, hoping that the pain would simply vanish.

As he crumpled to the floor in a dazed heap, the faintest flicker of a smile swept across his face in the knowledge that Piak was safe, he had saved him. He hoped that Foldo would be alright. Sure, they had been friends for years, but it felt wrong to leave him after the two had just confessed their love for each other, but he would be fine, he had to be. 

Piak stood behind his injured brother as the only emotion he could feel was pure shock. This was the person he had looked up to his entire life - Jussipo couldn’t die, the very thought was inconceivable. But he had to believe it, that sword should be inside him, but Jussipo had willingly sacrificed himself to save Piak. He crouched down next to his brother, attempting to support his limp body with shaking hands.

Foldo was the first to snap out of the trance. “JUSSIPO!” he screamed, his voice cracking, his world crumbling as the boy he loved threatened to slip through his fingers. 

With a cry of despairing, rage fueled pain that no one his age should ever have to experience, Foldo swung his sword in a wide arc, forcing the knights backwards. Within seconds he was behind Jussipo, gently pulling him to his feet as he pushed Piak to safety behind him. Foldo helped Jussipo up the stairs, Arman close behind, knocking the Red Riders down the steps with a powerful blow.

The only thought running through Foldo’s head as he half dragged, half carried the stumbling Jussipo was how to save him. He was still alive, still fighting, there was still time. He would not let Jussipo die, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t forgive himself.

They rounded a corner into another deserted corridor, certain that they had lost the knights. Foldo laid Jussipo against a wall as carefully as he could, his heart clenching as Jussipo groaned in pain. Piak looked on in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening.

The world seemed to twist and turn and spin and blur as Jussipo tried to remain as still as possible, dizzying waves of nausea washing over him as darkness encroached his vision. Blood had already soaked through his tunic, slowly dripping onto the floor; a dark, thick substance that stained the ground and the novices’ moods. Foldo tried to press his hands against the wound, attempting to stop the flow of blood, but his hands shook and trembled, hot tears threatening to spill down his cheeks.

“It’s alright,” Arman murmured, “I’ll do it.” Foldo gave him a nod of appreciation, withdrawing his blood soaked hands.

“I should get help,” Foldo said, beginning to stand despite his very soul shattering before Jussipo loosely grabbed his hand, pulling him back down. Jussipo could hold on until Tiuri came back, he had to hold on.

“No, stay, please,” begged Jussipo.

“It’s alright, I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.” Gently, he brushed dark locks of hair from Jussipo’s face, terrified to hurt him any further.

Jussipo looked to him in dazed confusion, attempting to ignore the searing pain that shot through him with each movement. “Am I going to die, Foldo?” he asked, sounding so innocent and quiet that Foldo had to resist the urge to let out a choked sob.

“No, no. You’re going to be fine, I won’t let you die,” he said with as much confidence as he could muster.

“That’s nice, I believe you. There’s a lot of blood, though.”

“Don’t look at it, just look at me.” Foldo grabbed his hand, not daring to glance away from his eyes for a moment as he offered a weak smile. “Just try to stay awake. Everything’s going to be alright, I promise.”

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Meanwhile, completely unaware of the tragedy that had befallen his friends, Tiuri ran despite the burning in his legs, despite feeling as though his lungs would tear. He was close, so close, the dining hall was only metres away. The pounding footsteps of Iona and Jaro thundered behind him but he didn’t dare to look back, he couldn’t risk slowing down.

The room fell into a stunned silence as he sprinted in, nobility providing him with questioning looks. It wasn’t every day that an Eviellan boy charged in dressed in fine clothing. Jaro and Iona came to a hasty standstill, quickly realising that they had failed. With an awkward glance at each other, they subtly backed away, hoping that they could still escape with their lives.

Slowly, Tiuri took several careful steps forward, panting slightly as his eyes darted around the room, flicking to Viridian who simply stared at him, apparently not worried about the implications the delivery of the letter could bring. One look sent chills down Tiuri’s spine as haunting eyes met his own. The guests studied him, looking down at him, judging him for his clearly Eviellan descent despite his obvious nobility. As Tiuri approached King Favian, two guards blocked his path.

“I have a letter,” he started, his voice wavering as he stood before the most powerful man in the three kingdoms, “for the king.”

“What?” the king queried. 

“What letter?” Prince Iridian asked, oozing power.

“Who cares ‘what letter’?” Fantumar demanded as he stood up, trying to play his part in stopping the letter from reaching its destination. “Does the royal court now allow mere children to enter the presence of the king?”

“My father died for this!” Tiuri cried before turning to the king. “The Black Knight with the White Shield died too.”

“The Black Knight?” the king asked, his interest piqued at the mention of such a well respected knight.

“I have his ring as proof.” He removed it from his pocket, the precious silver almost glowing in the light of the room. Favian continued to listen in concern. “He was slaughtered by Prince Viridian’s Red Riders.” Gasps echoed around the room whilst Viridian remained stoic. “I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Who is this boy?”

“He is nobody,” Fantumar insisted, sounding remarkably suspicious considering Tiuri’s claim.

“I am Tiuri, son of Sir Tiuri the Valiant. Born of Eviellan, raised in Dagonaut. And we are all in danger if you do not read this letter.”

The king looked to Prince Iridian. With a nod, he said, “Let him through.”

Hesitantly, Tiuri approached the king, flicking a fearful glance towards Viridian. He bowed, holding the letter out in front of him as King Favian stood up to take it. And there, written out in an elegant script, sat the words that confirmed Viridian’s betrayal. Twenty families he had chosen to die, a member of one of those families slowly dying in the arms of a boy of another of those families within the very castle that Viridian resided.

The king studied it, hardly daring to believe what was in front of him. His own son desired to betray him? To kill his allies? No, it seemed impossible. Reluctantly, he turned to his youngest son. “What is this?” he questioned, not even sure if he wanted to know the answer. Viridian returned a blank stare in response. “Treachery? You take my crown? Kill my friends and allies?” He paused, still reeling from the news. “Answer me!” he yelled, fury lacing every word.

“You dare ignore your king?” Iridian asked, almost as furious as his father - despite sensing the betrayal all along - but twice as vicious. “Bow your head to your father!” Short, sharp paces clicked across the stone as he advanced towards his brother. “I will not tell you again. Bow your head. Beg for your king’s mercy.”

“If the world is to be healed,” Viridian began ominously, looking through the window to see the blood moon reaching its peak, a fierce glow shining into the hall, “then the power he has, the power you want to be yours, has to be mine. The decisions you take-” He stood up, walking up to his brother. “-the decisions the people on that list take will now be taken by me.”

“What is this?”

“Lives you’ve all led, lives of comfort and luxury, lives built on the bodies of soldiers like me and my enemies, are now over.” If it wasn’t for the cruelty dripping off of Viridian’s words, he would seem to be the most reasonable one in the room. “And yes, freedom is over too. And the world will have peace at last. A peace that will last forever.”

“He’s mad,” was all the king could offer to Iridian.

Iridian looked to a knight standing close by, handing him the letter. “Sir Tristan, gather your knights and send them to these families, they may need protection.” Sir Tristant gave a sharp nod, quickly leaving the hall.

“It has been foretold,” Viridian stated with an almost giddy smile. “And there’s nothing any of us can do to stop it.” He looked to Tiuri with a sneer. “Even you.”

“Brother,” Iridian hissed, drawing his sword, “I beg to differ.”

Viridian drew his own sword with a snarl. Brother pitted against brother, familial love forgotten as the two faced each other as enemies. The swords clashed together in a blur of experience and anger. Viridian was the first to give in, lowering his weapon slightly and subjecting himself to his brother’s will. Iridian took the opportunity to sink the sword into his own brother’s chest, killing him almost instantly. Horrified gasps escaped the gathered crowd as the prince that had attempted to betray them was murdered before their eyes, Favian the most mortified of them all. 

With one last look at the fully risen moon, Viridian keeled over. Dead.

But then came the darkness. From where Viridian’s body lay came a dread filled rumbling, shaking the entire room. Dark droplets of blood rose from his body, hovering in the air as they shimmered with magic and evil. They popped and fizzled in grey wisps of smoke, gathering and collecting as Viridian’s corpse was pulled from the ground by some sort of invisible force.

A rolling cloud of grey smog seemed to engulf Viridian, coalescing around him in a violent storm of malevolent darkness. Everyone in the room rushed away as the blackening cloud stretched out, absorbing every speck of light.

But Tiuri stood his ground. He may not have the magic he thought he did coursing through his veins but the idea of backing away, of faltering, never crossed his mind. He had faith.

From the dark emerged Viridian’s face surrounded by swirling wisps of the smoke, glaring out at the world he had sought to right. “NO!” he screamed. “I was to be the light that corrected this world! And you, boy, were to be the darkness! It was foretold, this cannot be!” 

As his rage seemed to grow with every second, so did the size of the smoke. Churning and surging together in violent clashes.

“But that’s where you’re wrong, I wasn’t supposed to be anything,” Tiuri replied simply, looking back into the crowd.

With shaky steps, Lavinia pushed her way through the throng of onlooking nobles. Her heart thundered in her chest, threatening to jump out at any moment. Any sense of logic had deserted her. Surely she couldn’t defeat whatever this was. The magic inside her, however, strongly disagreed. Its warmth spread throughout her body, tingling and gentle as it guided her to where she was supposed to be.

Her eyes were wide as she approached, fearing that she couldn’t do what was expected of her, couldn’t save everyone. “I’m scared,” she whispered, her breath escaping her as everything went cold the closer she got to the cloud of darkness.

“I know.” And he took her hand, guiding her into the darkness she was destined to defeat until it swallowed her whole as Viridian seethed, the smoke boiling in anticipation.

With gritted teeth, Lavinia allowed the magic inside her to spread out in a fierce glow so bright Tiuri had to look away. Viridian squinted at it, the light seemed to burn him away into wisps of dust.

“Foolish girl,” Viridian uttered with a maniacal smirk. He turned to Tiuri, the black smoke curling around him until he was obscured from view, ostensibly whisked away from the light. “You cannot defeat me, I am too powerful for you alone.” Lavinia’s eyes darted around in a panic as the cloud began to engulf her, the light shining out of her dimming.

“But that’s where you’re wrong,” Tiuri claimed, coming back into view with a dull glow, “she’s not alone.”

Tiuri and Lavinia’s intertwined hands shone with the brightest light the world had ever seen. An intense flash of white that had saved Tiuri, passing the tiniest amounts of Lavinia’s magic into him and igniting the beginnings of a power within him so great that it would be decades before it was fully understood. For now, they pushed every ounce of energy they had into sending the flow of magic into Viridian. Grunting cries of strain escaped them as all of their strength was forced into defeating Viridian.

“Stop!” Viridian yelled as parts of his magic induced body disintegrated.

“Never,” Lavinia hissed.

With a great cacophony of sound and an explosion of light that illuminated the night for miles, Viridian was blown out of existence. The darkness had been vanquished.

The two children breathed heavy sighs of relief, panting from the exertion. “You did it.” Tiuri beamed.

“We did it,” corrected Lavinia with a weak smile. “Guess you had some magic in you after all.”

“I’m not sure what it was, to be honest.” He studied his hands in confusion before looking up at Lavinia. “Are you okay?”

“Never been better.” And then she collapsed to the floor, Tiuri rushing to catch her, proving that she was, in fact, not okay.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

She gave a weak laugh. “Would now be a good time to get that reward?”

~~~~~~~~~~

The corridor that the novices had taken cover in glowed with a fierce light as Lavinia’s magic spread throughout the castle. “They did it, they must’ve done,” Arman said hopefully. “Lavinia must’ve come back.”

“They’ll be here soon, just hold on a little longer, please,” Foldo told Jussipo who, even now, was still clinging to life, refusing to let death take him.

Arman’s hands had done very little to stop the insistent flow of blood, the red liquid staining his fingers. Despite his efforts, Jussipo had lost far too much blood for their likings. All colour had been drained from his face, ghostly white in the flickering candlelight. Shallow breaths occasionally made their way past his lips but they were often ragged and forced. His eyes were strained from the pain and it was evident that it was a struggle just to keep them open.

“Y’know, they had better knight me after all this,” Jussipo said with a weak smile, coughing slightly.

“It’ll be a grand celebration,” Piak stated, speaking up for the first time since the fight. “There’ll be a feast and tournaments and everyone can sing songs about you.”

“That would be nice. Their songs can’t beat mine, though, can they, Fol?”

“No, you’ve always had the best songs,” Foldo replied, a soft laugh escaping him.

It was only moments later when Tiuri and Lavinia stumbled into the corridor. Whilst she had regained some of her strength, she was still using Tiuri as support, his arm securely wrapped around her waist as she leaned on him. 

The pair stopped short when they saw what had happened, the novices crowded around Jussipo’s weak, dying body. Tiuri and Lavinia hurried over as quickly as they could despite Lavinia’s fragile state, kneeling beside him. Jussipo tried to sit up upon seeing them, gritting his teeth and wincing in pain.

“Easy, easy,” Foldo repeated as he gently pushed him back down with Piak’s help, pushing back Jussipo’s hair again, “easy.”

“Did we do it? Did we stop him?” Jussipo asked, terrified that everything they had done would be in vain.

Tiuri smiled. “How could we not stop him?”

Everyone let out a sigh of relief. Jussipo smiled. Even if he died he could go knowing that he had helped save the world. But the feeling of relief and celebration was brief as they focused once again on the tragedy. 

“Has he messed up my hair with all his… all his fussing?” Jussipo joked, the faintest flicker of a smile upon his face despite the stabbing pain throughout his abdomen. 

“Your hair looks good.”

“Better than good,” Arman added. “It looks great.”

“I’ve always had great hair,” Jussipo claimed, looking to the boy that had quickly become his entire world, “Ain’t that right, Fol?”

Foldo chuckled softly despite the tears brimming in his eyes and the clenching of his heart, placing a hand on Jussipo’s shoulder. He couldn’t let him go, there had to be something he could do.

With a peaceful release of breath, Jussipo closed his eyes, finally free of pain.

“He will be alright, won’t he?” Piak asked, his voice threatening to break as his confidence faltered, tears glimmering in his own eyes.

Shakily, Foldo placed two fingers against Jussipo’s neck, desperate for any sign of life. He was met with a weak but persistent pulse. “He’s still with us, just,” he sighed gratefully.

Lavinia’s hand hovered over Jussipo’s wound as she snapped out of her fatigued daze, a shimmering aura glowing around it, but it was fractured, flickering, faltering. “No,” Tiuri hissed, grabbing her arm. No one commented on how the magic looked stronger the closer Tiuri was to it. “You’re too weak, you’ve just defeated Viridian.”

“If I healed you then maybe I can save Jussipo,” Lavinia countered, attempting not to sound as exhausted as she felt.

“This injury is far worse. You could die, Lavinia.”

“If I don’t then he will die.” Lavinia turned back to Jussipo with a fierce determination, Tiuri’s hand falling back to her shoulder. 

The last remnants of magic and energy still residing in her soul were dragged out. Forced through her veins, scraping and burning as it clawed its way out. The magic seemed gentle and warm in comparison as it floated above the wound, an incandescent glow that seemed to twist and swirl. Blood stopped leaking out, vanishing altogether as the skin stitched itself back together. Lavinia collapsed back into Tiuri’s waiting arms, welcoming the comfort of sleep.

And then it was over, a scar being the only reminder. Jussipo blinked rapidly as he awoke, confused and mystified as the agonising tear in his chest dulled to a mild ache. Hesitantly, he placed a hand where he was sure the wound had been, amazed to find no blood. And everyone was smiling, they were all alright, they had won.

“You’re alright, you’re alive,” Foldo cried, tears freely falling down his cheeks as he grinned.

“I should hope so, you’d be lost without me,” Jussipo chuckled, looking up at him, the world brightening as the darkness of death left him. “You couldn’t have found a nicer corridor for me to die in?” He looked around the dusty, deserted hall.

“We didn’t have much time, the Red Riders were-”

“Shut up.” And Jussipo pushed himself to meet Foldo’s lips in a kiss of relief and passion and ecstasy, gently cupping his face in his hands. They felt invulnerable, immune to the dangers life threw at them.

“Eww,” Piak groaned despite his smile.

The pair broke apart with breathless smiles, their hearts pounding with love. There was no way they weren’t alive. Jussipo looked to his brother who threw his arms around Jussipo in a tight embrace, almost scared to let go. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, I’m not going anywhere.”

And they were happy.

[mady-does-fan-fiction]

It’s Finally Done!

So, I mentioned writing a fix-it fic for The Letter for the King a while ago, and I finally got around to rewatching the last episode. I’ve written two alternate scenes for the show as a remedy for our sweet bard boy’s death. The second one is definitely more of a crack fic than anything serious, though. Part One delves into the death of an alternate character, while Part Two deals with the possibility of Lavinia being physically unable to heal Jussipo herself.

You can find the fic on AO3 here: Part One & Part Two

Or, you can go ahead and read Part One right now!

Part One: In Which Someone Has to Die, Obviously, Because These Kids Do Not Deserve a Happy Ending

Light exploded within the throne room, its beams bursting out from Lavinia’s body to fill every empty space, streaming through the windows. Just as suddenly, it dimmed. When Tiuri was finally able to open his eyes, it was to find that Prince Viridian, dark, expansive mass that he’d become, was gone. The darkness was gone. All that was left was a dull ringing in his ears that soon faded.

“You did it.” He turned to look at his friend, his eyes bright in wonder, face beaming with pride. Though her expression was relaxed, Lavinia was breathing heavily, body trembling slightly. His brows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

She gave a short laugh, giving him that same sarcastic look he’d grown accustomed to during their journey. “Never been better,” she said.

And then she collapsed.

Tiuri caught her easily, gently lowering her down to the ground as he knelt, holding her firmly. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he said, a small smile on his face.

She mirrored his expression, letting out another soft chuckle. Her face was glistening with sweat. “Would now be a good time to get that reward?” she asked, voice much softer than it’d been moments before. Her eyes fluttered shut.

“I suppose after you’ve rested, we could ask about - Lavinia?” Tiuri broke off, eyes quickly scanning her face. It was growing paler by the second. “Lavinia?” She didn’t answer him, didn’t open her eyes. He shook her slightly; her head lolled backwards. “Lavinia!”

The crowd of nobles who’d been watching the evening’s events unfold was suddenly beginning to converge on the two of them. He was caught between screaming for help and wanting to shield her from the masses, keep her safe from any further danger. But his body was too numb to move, his voice too numb to speak, so he did neither. He only stared, unseeing, as Queen Alianor knelt by his side. She laid one hand on Lavinia’s forehead, one hand on Tiuri’s shoulder.

“Help her,” he said, his voice small. His eyes began to sting.

The queen rested the back of her hand against Lavinia’s lips, feeling for warmth, for breath. Nothing. Her eyes drifted down toward the young woman’s chest, watching for it to rise and fall. Nothing. “She’s gone, Tiuri,” she said softly, gently, and drew both her hands into her lap.

“No - no, she can’t be. She was just - ” But the rest of the words wouldn’t come. He squeezed his eyes shut against the sudden onslaught of tears and dropped his head, curling in on himself, arms still clutching Lavinia’s limp body, holding her tightly against his chest.

Queen Alianor set her hand on his shoulder blade, face drawn in sorrow. She worked to keep her voice even, consoling. “To use that amount of magic all at once, especially so young…” She trailed off, glancing away from the two children to look behind her, at the rest of the group. King Favian was trying to get the guests to disperse; Prince Iridian was hovering nearby, watching her. She met his gaze, and he gave a small smile that didn’t touch his eyes. She looked back to Tiuri. “She sacrificed herself to defeat Viridian.”

“She didn’t deserve to die with him.” His voice cracked, and he lifted his head, fixing bleary eyes on the queen’s face. She couldn’t argue his point, and he knew it. Drawing in a shaky breath, he slowly pushed himself to his feet, lifting Lavinia’s body from the stone floor. One of her arms dangled at her side, fingers stretching toward the ground. “Excuse me,” he mumbled, edging past the queen, who was still kneeling. She did nothing but watch as he made his way through the remaining crowd toward the door, half stumbling. Someone held the door for him, and he passed wordlessly into the hall. With an echoing boom, it swung shut behind him.

Piak was the first to notice his arrival, bursting toward him at a dead sprint, eyes wide in wonder. “Tiuri! Lavinia! Did it work? Did you stop him?” His gaze landed on Lavinia, and whatever excitement he’d had quickly morphed into confusion. “What’s the matter with her?”

Tiuri’s legs finally gave out and he crashed to the floor, on his knees once again, shoulders shaking as he cried. The rest of the group was at his side in an instant. Arman knelt across from him, easing Tiuri’s fingers open to lower Lavinia to the floor. Her head lolled to the side, hair falling across her cheek. Jussipo and Foldo looked on in quiet horror, Jussipo leaning all of his body weight against Foldo and clutching at the stab wound in his side. Slowly, the two lowered to their knees and bowed their heads.

Piak was still on his feet, pacing nervously. “What’s happening?” he asked, sounding every bit the young boy he was. “Jussipo, what’s wrong with her?”

Tiuri lifted his head to look at Jussipo through teary eyes, nodding toward the blood on his shirt. “Are you okay?” His voice was hoarse.

Jussipo waved his bloody hand dismissively and pressed it back against his side, eyes never leaving Lavinia’s pale face. “It’s just a scratch.” His tone, usually humorous, was hollow.

Piak clutched at his brother’s shoulder, small body beginning to tremble. “Answer me! What’s going on, what’s - Lavinia, wake up!”

“She’s dead, Piak,” Arman snapped. He lowered his head and spoke once more, softer this time. “She’s dead.”

Piak fell to his knees beside Jussipo, burying his face in his brother’s shoulder. With one hand, he reached out and latched on to a couple of Tiuri’s fingers, squeezing tightly. Foldo leaned his cheek against Jussipo’s hair and reached out with his free hand for Arman, who hesitated a moment before taking it. Then Arman looked to Tirui and grasped his other hand, the two of them exchanging firm nods before looking back down at the young woman - their friend - lying before them. Lavinia had saved their world from Viridian’s destruction, it was true, but she had paid the ultimate price. Was it worth it? In the end, was it really worth it?

Beyond the windows, the Blood Moon sank down toward the horizon, unseeing and uncaring.

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Want to read Part Two on Tumblr? Find it here.

[amalasdraws]

Is Aram dating anyone? (Sorry, I'm not caught up on your OCS!)

Heheh no worries!!THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR INTEREST!!Yes he is!! Or rather, he will!

Aran is one of my oldest ocs. He actual comes from this story here…or like bunch of stories which developed over the time.With him came Tiuri, who will be his boyfriend.Aran and Tirui used to be the original Hip Hop Au, which I then later changed up and used for Iwaoi.I now changed Aran a little and kinda renewed him. With this I will also totally change Tiuri. He will undergo bigger changes than Aran, and with new features, personality and name, not be Tiuri anymore :DBut the background still kinda stays the same.It’s not Hip Hop Au and it’s not the original Hip Hop oc story. It’s something new but with a lot of old plots and ideas. There are parallels. And yes, Aran, and so far unnamed new oc, will date.

Thank you!

[maulmahfud]

14 Juni

Mulailah menari dengan alam kesadaranmu. Karena dunia yang orang juluki sasana pertunjukan ini terlalu sederhana bagi potensi kita yang begitu kompleks. Mulai dari hal yang orang lain hindari hingga berakhir ke hal yang orang lain celotehi. Sebagian besar dari tindakan yang kita tirui asalnya adalah gagasan orang sebelum kita. Siapa yang hendak berlayar jika dahulu tidak pernah tercipta rakit tuk menjala ? Siapa yang hendak pergi ke langit jika dahulu tidak pernah terbersit ide untuk mengudara ? Siapa yang hendak membangun dunia jika dahulu tidak pernah tersimpan nurani dalam benak manusia ?

"Beri kesempatan untuk teman yang baru kamu kenal"

Aku ajak dikau ke taman. Tanah seribu bunga dengan semerbak mewangi surga. Di atas sana ada sebuah pondok biru kecil tempat pulang jiwa yang sesat. Di pelatarannya mengalir mata air yang muaranya telaga pilu. Ikuti setapak jalan maka akan kau temui jembatan kayu yang sudah lapuk berumur. Jangan kau ragu untuk menyeberang, sebab yang ragu yang lebih dulu datang, tapi berlalu begitu saja. Berjalanlah menuju bukit, hingga kini kau temui sekawanan kijang liar yang asing dengan kehadiran kami. Jangan takut kau dimangsa, sebab rasa takut selalu bersama mereka yang berani — lagi pula mereka belum kehabisan makanan mereka.

Kau tahu apa arti semua itu ? Bukit tinggi adalah tempat kita berpulang. Tempat agung dimana kita selalu aman. Tempat jauh dimana tidak ada lagi yang perlu ditujui. Tempat sepi dimana tidak perlu lagi saling memerlukan diri. Pondok biru kecil sebagai rumah kita, tanah kita, hidup kita. Rumah yang bukan tempat berpulang, tanah yang bukan tempat kita berdiri, dan hidup yang bukan harus kita hidupi.

Mengapa ku ajak dikau ke taman ? Ke tanah dengan seribu bunga ? Dengan harum semerbak mewangi surga ? Taman bunga sebagai asal jiwa kita. Seribu bunga sebagai kumpulan perasaan ruh kita. Dan harum surga sebagai kantong ego hidup kita. Ku ajarkan kau cara kita hidup. Bukan tentang kembali ke asal kita datang, melainkan pulang ke tujuan kita. Karena kita tidak pernah pergi dari hidup ini, hanya jauh dari tempat kita seharusnya ada.

[catatancintamuslimah]

“Rasulullah itu pria gampangan,” tutur Jabir yang juga sahabat Rasulullah, “jika Aisyah ada maunya, beliau menurutinya.” Ungkapan ini terekam dalam buku karangan Dr. Nizar Abazhah, Fi Bayt al Rasul atau Bilik-bilik cinta Muhammad Shalallahu’alaihi wa salam. Untuk yang belum atau sudah berumah tangga, buku ini amat pas menjadi teman perjalan hidup, setelah istri tentunya. Ada pelajaran penting untuk kalimat ini bagi laki-laki, iya, harus bisa menjadi cowo gampangan di depan istri. Terkadang lelaki egonya amat besar, kehendaknya harus segera terpenuhi sebab kalau tidak ia akan menunjukkan wajah jeleknya. 😅 Tetapi dalam keseharian Rasulullah, kita dapat mengambil banyak pelajaran tentang bagaimana menjadi seorang suami yang shalih, baik, perhatian, peka dan tidak mudah tersulut emosi meski tingkah istri terkadang nyebelin. Peristiwa Saudah bint Zam’ah, istri kedua Rasulullah setelah Khadijah saat menyemangati barisan kaum kafir yang semestinya tidak dilakukan memberikan kita pelajaran tentang bagaimana Rasul menghadapi istri penuh dengan kesabaran meski ia melakukan kesalahan yang sesungguhnya fatal. Kita mungkin memang bukan seorang Nabi, namun akhlak Rasulullah haruslah kita tirui agar menentramkan hati. Bila istri membuat kesalahan, tegurlah dengan kelembutan bukan dengan tangan. Jika istri lalai, ingatkan dengan baik bukan dengan amarah yang membuncah karena nada tinggi. Ah, inilah pelajaran yang terus kita dawamkan sepenuh diri dalam rumah tangga, bahwa saat menjadi seorang suami kita perlu merendahkan hati semata untuk menyenangkan istri. Toh, kalau ia senang sampai senyum-senyum sendiri bukankah rumah kita menjadi asri; cucian tidak terbengkalai, lantai bersih, masakan siap saji, anak ceria, suami bahagia. 😅 @haruntsaqif #rumahtanggabahagia #cinta #muslimah #sakinah #mawaddah #rahmah #suamiidaman #quote #kontemplasi #ilmuRT http://ift.tt/2geCZeO

[amalasdraws]

what are your ocs like personality wise?? how would you describe them and their interactions with each other and others??

Oh ohhhh ohhh..oaky, this is difficult..it changed over the years..and it’s been some time I was invested…but let’s seeThe main relationship is between Aran and Tiuri..in the original fantasy story they meet as adults and don’t get along first..but have to work togeterh and become friends. In my modern au they are childhood friends and are really close..until Aran has to move. he coems back in eitehr late High school or for College ..not so sure…and they meet again. It doesn’t go well at first. Aran always was a proud and stern person but the last years have been troublesome for him and there is anger and frustration and he hides it under arrogance and distance and Tiuri is still hurt about their fall out and doesn’t get this angry and arrogant person. So they have a bumpy start and need to find each other again. Which they do..really do :D

Aran is actually a bit similar to Iwaizumi in my Hip Hop au..also the idea that he grows up with an angry and “bad” uncle came original from Aran’s story and I took it and used it for the Hip Hop Au and Iwaizumi.

Tiuri is a more cheerful and loud person. He talks more than Aran and gives his emotions room. Friendship is important to him and he always cared and still cares for his friends. So he has some long lasting friendships..as with Rosa..who is also a childhood friend of Tirui and Aran.Tiuri is engaged in topics like social justice ad steps in for his friends, tries to help them and understand them..which makes it first very difficult when he runs against the wall Aran has built up.

Behind this wall Aran is still a sweet and insecure person who really just needs some hugs and love. Actually he also really cares for his friends and is afraid of getting hurt. He is not so good with voicing his own troubles and feelings. He is very ambitious and wants to make it pro with Basketball and works hard to reach this goal. Tiuri plays too and is a very good payer and his happy when he can play and does his best and won’t mind a career in Basketball but it’s not his main goal and he is more easy about it. In general seems Tirui more like the easy going person. Things will happen! Let them happen! Kinda like this

AHhaha so many bits of their story are coming back to me :D

Thank you!

[amalasdraws]

how long have you had your ocs? are they influenced by real people? whats your favorite thing about each character (favorite personality trait, favorite thing to draw?) do they come from a story or are they stand alone? theyre so cute!

WUHUHUuuuu soo many questions..not sure I can answer all..as it’s been years since I have really drawn them…and the characters have also changed over the years…and i’m not so sure anymore what my last stand on them was :D

Tiuri, Aran, Eriwan and Aiva were founded when I was about 13-14 years old. Me and my best friend created this Fantasy story and developed our 4 “heroes”We stuck to them for some years and worked on the story. First we wrote all down and wanted to write a book..then we did write it new as a screen paly and wanted to act it out and then I decided to draw. Nothing ever got realyl started..and of course never finished. When I was in my last year of high school I picked them up again and developed the story..and kinda reinvented it..and started to really draw them. Only sketches and no story drawings..but yes…I created lots of hcs and stories and all.From there on I developed their story here and there…and finally pulled them out of their fantasy world and put them in a modern world..with Basketball and Hip Hop …cause I was fed up with fantasy.So they had quite the journeyAiva was actually a bit inspired by a childhood friend of mine…and for Tiuri and Aran I have to admit we were really into Lotr and got inspired by Legoals and Aragon …and also for Arana a bit by Orlando Bloom. But as I picked up the ocs again this totally changed. Adn now I can’t really say who they are based on..it’s a wild mix but no Legolas or Aragon in there anymore. Aran might be a mix of Slug (Atmosphere) and maybe Eminem in 8 mile…I’m not so sure.Some of the characters are a wild mix maybe of people I know…people from movies..and music…it’s difficult to pinpoint.So yes..with how they developed and all I pretty much also told that they are all coming from a story and are all connected :DRosa and Rapha joined only for the modern Basketball story and weren’t originally in the Fantasy world. But I guess if I would ever go back to the Fantasy story I would now take them there too..as they belong tp the story now and are all a group of friends and somehow related people.Some hcs for teh characters stayed…in the fantasy Au and the modern Au…like some character traits..and relationships..etc…

I always really loved to draw Aran and Tiuri. They were like my Iwaizumi and Oikawa. I loved to draw their hair..an dI really loved Aran’s face..and to draw Tiuri’s freckles…I say loved cause I haven’t drawn them in some time!

Difficult to say what I love most about each character. Lots of things. How stubborn Aran is, and angry, but still cares so much, Tiuri is a gentle soul and such a good person but don’t anger him..he gets sassy and dangerous and he always steps in for his friends, friendship is very important to him. I love Rosa’s sass and how she got the boys under control and how Rapha can handle Aran’s anger and actual forms a good team with him….especially on the court. And how he..but also especially Tirui, can call him out on his bullshit.

Ahhh..there is lots…I’m slowly piecing back the things and remember :D..I might have to come back to the character trait question and think about this more!

Thank you!

[tiruimuramoto]

12-17-16