eye color: Green
birthday: December 3rd
favorite color: Gold, Jade Green
best school subject(s): Art and English/Literature
current shirt color: Grey
day or night: Both
celebrity crush: Leonardo di Caprio, Clive Owen, Justin Timberlake, Aaron Tveit
coffee or tea: Both
favorite food: Many things. Banana smoothies and bread/cheese is always great.
It didn’t take very long for the sharp nudge to stir the worn hero from his fitful slumber. All but stammering a few words of excuses at a pace too rapid to ascertain, the red-head peered up at his partner and once the one he’d offered to serve as a host.
"L-Lambda…how..how long was I asleep?! Is everything alright?!" If he had slept while Lhant was in any sort of danger he’d never forgive himself, lest of all recover.
Scrambling a bit clumsily, still half-asleep, the Lord looked to the mentioned food with no small rumble of hunger in his stomach.
"O-Oh yeah I forgot about all the food.."
For him to ignore his curry was a testament to how exhausted the Lord might have become.
"Did you come to check on me, Lambda?"
"The world isn’t ending if that is what you wish to know, and your precious town remains unharmed." Lambda let out a sigh, dismissing the small panic that Asbel had woken to. Not that he doubted Asbel could sleep through it in the state he’d fallen to; Lambda need not be in his head to see how exhausted he was. One would think it would kill him to stop and consider his own needs. "To answer your other question, long enough to have that idiot at the head of your guard on my case over why no work is getting done."
There were times this form was more hassle than it was worth. The people of Lhant clearly did not know the difference between them.
"Did you come to check on me, Lambda?"
Lambda muttered something unintelligible as his violet gaze turned away. “One of us has to; you’re clearly hopeless if left to your own devices. How did you even manage to get so impossibly behind in your work again?”
The being sighed again, a gesture that sounded far more irritated than he actually was.
"Eat your food," he stated plainly, turning and fetching one of the stray chairs and setting it next to the desk. "Or you’ll never have enough energy to get the rest of this done."
"Ah, I see, I see." Asbel responded, the vestiges of sleep still clinging to him as he rubbed at tired eyes.
"You know, try to be easy on Bailey. He’s no idiot, that’s for sure. And he’s done so much for this land. He probably wouldn’t really understand what it means for you to be in my body, so don’t worry about it too much. But could you..y’know, please go easy on him? He’s been through a lot. A lot of that I put him through with my choices."
For all his casual approach to leadership, Asbel spoke calmly and clearly when addressing his partner of now almost two years. His hands folded against his desk, despite the clutter, and his eyes were as sharp and clear as they always were, undeniably gentle in regards to the foul-tempered entity before him.
He still couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the obvious fluster that overcame Lambda, and a hand went to his mouth in hopes to stifle it.
"Geez, could you lay off on the work thing? I’m sitting here, aren’t I?" Asbel grumbled, but it was all in good-nature. He perked up at the mention of food, his half-eaten curry bringing a sparkle to his eye.
"Oh yeah, I fell asleep before I could finish it! Don’t mind if i do!" With a big grin splitting his face, the tired Lord dug into his meal once again, free hand patting the chair that faced his desk.
Sit, was the unspoken invitation.
A light knock at the door sounded, the blond having asked that his presence not be announced as he was certain Asbel was likely very busy as it is. Without receiving a response after a few minutes, he allowed himself in, a faint smile appearing upon his face as he neared the desk. Asbel…you shouldn’t sleep like that, it’s not good for your back. "Asbel?" He tried to keep his tone soft, a hand raising to rest upon the other’s shoulder.
For all his attempts at following in his Father’s footsteps to some degree, Asbel knew his own rule in Lhant would be quite different. His own way of conduct was obvious enough. The man was so down to earth that it was hard to find him being the least bit standoffish to his own people.
Maybe to the point where those that didn’t see him in action might mark him as…informal.
Like moments such as these, where if he hadn’t been woken sooner a bit of drool might have collected at the corners of his mouth.
Groggily, he heard his name called beneath stacks of papers all but floating in his sleeping brain. Never to be finished..an endless stack taking him from his curry and time well-spent with his daughter, Sophie.
The name was certainly familiar, and one red-ringed violet eye blinked slowly, before the other followed suit, a mismatched blue.
"…Huh? What time is it?" His voice was slurred slightly, blinking out of focus as the young Lord noticed none other than his best friend and King.
"…Richard —? What are you…?" He stared at his position and no small measure of embarrassment spread across his face.
”..Uh..well…h-hey! I didn’t know you were visiting…”
Cue a sheepish laugh.
Offering the younger a kind smile, his arms crossed themselves in front of his chest, a low chuckle escaping his lips. “I had been hoping to stop by and see that my friend was working diligently at his tasks…” Richard’s expression slipped into more of a smirk, “though perhaps it was too much to ask from you, Asbel.”
While he had been almost completely certain that he would not arrive in Lhant to find Asbel furiously rubbing his nose to the grindstone, he hadn’t expected that he would be asleep at his desk either.
"Asbel…" His tone unintentionally taking a small hint of concern. "Have you been taking care of yourself correctly?" It made him wonder…if Asbel was falling asleep at his desk, just how hard was he pushing himself?
He didn’t miss the little jab, and with a bit of grogginess still clinging to him, the eighteen year old hero looked up with a bit of a soured expression.
"Geez, remind me to lock the door next time, " He retorted dryly, running a hand through messy red strands.
It wasn’t that Asbel didn’t work diligently. It was that he often worked too hard when others often didn’t see it, whether it was with Excalibur or a pen, he tried his best. And often ignored any personal welfare when it came to ensuring that the future he helped create and uphold ran smoothly.
The question the King posed had him raise a curious brow to it, blinking once or twice as the last bits of sleep fell away.
"Huh? Well, yeah, of course I am. I’m just doing my part and everything, you know? I mean my papers have nothing on yours, right?"
The last thing he wanted was to worry any of his friends, after all but being insured as the caretaker alongside Cheria, it was no surprise he hadn’t let old habits die.
punning should be an olympic sport please hear me ancient greek gods and make it so
yolo guys if i see you hating on a character tbh i’m prob gonna defollow. just not cool 2 me thanks.
tbh i feel like malik is not only someone asbel really admires as a role-model but also like
i think he was a second dad to him. a dad that was really personal and close with him, who doesn’t sugar-coat but he’s really precious to him. that’s why i think this thread is gonna hurt because it’s his captain. i think malik is one of the people who knows asbel the most, so i just man
idk i need asbel and malik icons
Just who was he looking at? There was no mistaking that baritone, or the facial expression. That confident look, almost teasing or the casual way they spoke. This was..
The clothes were clearly of Fendel and yet..and yet.
Malik’s eyes did drift over to the boy who looked so serious and confused. Captain? He liked the sound of that…but no, he wasn’t a Captain. He wouldn’t fit the role, even if he liked the idea. Instead, a hand found the edge of his cheek, and that casual smile.
”I'm 'fraid you got me mixed up for someone else." It wasn’t rude or cocky, though. His hair a tinge more pail than the normal deep blond the red-head would be used to.
”Ain’t a captain, my name’s just Malik.”
The tone was still very off, as was the hair. But the face, that voice still rung so familiar to him that he couldn’t stop himself. He’d known this man ever since he’d been a boy..surely he couldn’t mistake him for anyone else, could he? Just because the hair was different..he was positive it was Captain Malik.
Just like Sophie had been Sophie..
But that didn’t make the sudden moment where he spoke to him as a stranger any easier, and the red-haired swordsman swallowed, blinking those eerie eyes in confusion.
"But..you — is your name Malik Caesar? I wouldn’t mistake you anywhere, I —" He had to collect himself. If the Captain didn’t recognize him, then something was clearly wrong.
"I’m sorry I just..I don’t think I could mistake you no matter how you spoke or talked. If that isn’t your name then I hope you can forgive me."
i kind of want to step out into the snow for a lil bit. also apparently a new ep of kyousougiga is out………..
and now i’m thinking that little!koto is just lloyd and colette’s love-child.
[Text] : Don’t worry about it! Is everything alright, though?
[text]: Seriously? I’m not used to that kind of thing. Animals in Lhant are so laidback..or old. It’s a good thing that you’re there helping him out, though? We aren’t really in much of a hurry over here, so take your time.
[Text]: Yeah, true. Trying to catch it was the toughest part on my end. I even got my clothes dirty. Anyway, sorry again! Be sure to tell Hubie, I don’t want him chewing me out for being late.
[text] Don’t be sorry. Hubert needs to learn sometime that not everything is going to be regimented to a T, you know? He might be a bit..fussy, but he’ll cool down. So really, don’t worry. And yeah, I’ll let him know.
Hubert: Such naivete. Mark my words:
There could be a connection between this man and King Richard’s actions.
It’s kind of fascinating how Asbel and Hubert even interact at all sometimes.
I always feel really sad when people call Asbel naive because he is so adamant on being like, “this is one of our own” and he gets pretty heated up if anyone says otherwise.
And I can’t help but think how every single time he’s called naive, more importantly, how they bring up the subject of Richard it’s like a visceral punch to his gut.
Because in Hubert’s mind, someone they claimed as ‘one of their own’ put a sword through their backs, quite literally.
So he’s pulling all the stops and being like, “Asbel be logical, don’t be naive,” When it isn’t even being ‘naive’ and I wouldn’t call Asbel that honestly, he’s just — I think a part of him needs to believe that it isn’t stupid to believe and trust in the people who help you.
It’s really fascinating seeing the warring ideals between these two, granted their upbringings..it kind of hurts to see Asbel be so vehement on Hubert so quick to the offensive with characters who don’t easily reveal their pasts as openly as the ones he knew from childhood.
Everything around him is falling apart, and he isn’t the only one suffering. Because he knows that, and because he feels he’s failed them all so much already, he doesn’t want to be the one to say, “I know that they were on the wrong side.”
Because if he says that, especially about Richard?
It’s like saying the friendship pact is as good as dead.