I'm Lightning Farron, but some insist on calling me Light. I am a Soldier from Bohdum, though I have not seen the place in quite some time.
I do not have the time for petty things, so please don't waste my time. If you need something, be up front about it, got it?
This is an independent role play account. I also have a Kuroshitsuji role play account as well, so just message me for info on that, same with my personal.
Anyone wanting to start an rp with me?
i like drawing before i go sleep. ;~;
My head canon is that Lightning is easily embarrassed. Especially when the topic is sex.
A Song of Ice and Fire Meets Final Fantasy
┗ Lightning×Caius — A Clash of Kings
Prepared for anything, the SeeD found himself no more disappointed than he had first been when it was revealed to him his location. Worlds away from home, he could feel his gut churning at the prospect of yet another undeniably long journey. Staring off after Lightning, he could feel the stale air brushing against him, and put hesitation behind him. He quickened his step only until he was near equal with her pace, steel hues surveying the lands around him cautiously.
“What happened here?” he questioned, for once unnerved by the silence surrounding him having gotten used to Selphie’s zeal and Rinoa’s comforting presence. (…I wonder if they made it back…? Are they trapped?….) Brows furrowing in thought, he turned his attention to the ground, no longer interested in what this world had to offer him visually.
“Something most of us would rather forget” she replied, her voice sounding almost saddened. She just sighed and kept up her pace, looking forward. “Time and existence as we had known it had been changed. Paradoxes started occurring and causing things that weren’t supposed to be here to turn up.”
She looked over her shoulder at him, her icy blues making contact with his own steely ones, “I, myself, just came back recently. I was lost in a world that had no life, nor any death. I was in a place by the name of Valhalla.”
As the knight listened somewhat closely to her words, he found he could sympathize somewhat. Thing’s in his world had also changed, though to the same extent or less, he wasn’t sure, but he knew they shared the pain of misfortune. Said thoughts lead him to ponder if his world would have changed by the time he was able to return. Would Compression have altered things there? (I wonder if they’ll look for me…)
Taken from his thoughts as her icy gaze met his, he perked and quickened his step, matching her footing. “…Never heard of it. So, how did you get back?” he questioned, thinking perhaps there might be answers or at least possibilities stemming from her own experiences. Moving his eyes forward again, he was afraid to put too much hope into it.
“I’m not surprised that you have not heard of it…it must seem pretty impossible.” she started, her face turning forward to look away from him once more. “But then again, your situation seems pretty unlikely to happen as well…so I guess we can relate in some form of way..”
She gave a soft sigh, “I had friends…that helped me.” she spoke, thinking of her sister, of Hope, and of the man that went by the name of Noel. “They came for me, and after defeating a man by the name of Caius, we found a way to come home…” she explained, crossing her arms. “The paradoxes had disappeared by the time I returned.”
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