Anybody call for a hero?

il-temporale-di-inizio:

G. seemed to be rather unlucky lately… first an oversized grizzly tore up his chest… and now a wolf took a chunk out of his leg… well… maybe that was an exaggeration but it was still a pretty bad bite. He sighed faintly… finding himself lucky that something scared that wolf off… and he made sure to be gone too. You never know what could be around these woods after all. 

Slowly he limped out of the forest, leg being severely weakened by the bite but… at least it didn’t make things as hard as that grizzly had several weeks before. Idly he wondered who’d find him this time, seeing as last time it was Giotto… he sighed faintly and shook his head. At least this injury wasn’t all that bad, really.

A seemingly quiet day aside from the various roars he had heard. Snow brushed off the twigs and seeds that clung to his trench coat and stepped out of the forest. He looked up at the sun, seeing as it was a bit close to noon. It was second nature to him to know where the sun was. It was especially useful while he was on Gran Pulse. 

The hero let out a long sigh, but it was cut short. A man with red hair limped not too far from where he was. Blood soaked his pants and was probably still pouring out. Snow ran to the man (or what Snow thought a boy.. lol) and steadied him. 

“Are you okay?!” Snow asked. “Looks like something had tried to rip your leg off.”

katniss—thegirlonfiree:

steelguardsnowvilliers:

Snow had been lingering around the Village of Strength, exploring really, introducing himself to new people at times whenever they pulled him into conversation. He had just left one recently, stepping through the trees and noticed a girl not too far off. Huh? Is she okay? Snow thought. She did look roughed up. He had begun to walk towards her when she jumped and started to look around for something. 

“W-who are you?”

Snow paused mid-step and blinked. He was about to answer her question in almost the most cheerful way possible, but the girl spoke again. 

 “Why am I here? Are you trying to kill me?”

A bit confused right now… Snow kept his distance from the girl and crouched to her level, keeping his blue-eyed gaze to her. ((As he is quite tall… ;D)) 

“Are you okay? You seem to be a bit tangled up. I’m Snow, by the way, Snow Villiers. I’m not here to kill you so don’t worry about it. You’re probably here because the Goddess has sent for you. Wherever you were must’ve been hell.”

((Heroes don’t kill! AND SNOW! THE HUNGER GAMES IS HELL!

))

“I’m fine, thank you. I was just sleeping in this tree, I guess. I don’t remember tying myself here, though.” She smiled at him.

“Sorry about the stupid question. I was actually in a place much like hell once, well, twice, actually.” Katniss noticed how much taller he was than her. “You’re rather tall, aren’t you? … Much taller than I am, at least.”

She looked up at him, studying him closely. He looked pretty normal, except the fact that he was much taller than the average person. Katniss untied herself from the tree and stood up. “By the way, my name’s Katniss.”

A friendly smile spread on Snow’s lips. He walked closer to Katniss and helped untie her from the tree. He let out a soft chuckle at the mention of his height. It always seemed to slightly shock people at first, but some guessed it had to do with himself being a hero. 

“Well… I could be taller.” Snow chuckled. “But then I might hit my head against the tree branches.”

May as well share some bit of laughter. After all, this girl has gone through enough. Shouldn’t a hero comfort the victim? Yes, of course as Snow was a good person anyways.

“Nice to meet you Katniss. My name is Snow, Snow Villiers.” Snow held out his hand and smiled. 

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wanna-be-a-hero:

steelguardsnowvilliers:

wanna-be-a-hero:

Yeah… It began to ache him pretty good now.

Snow really did need the rest. Had he really risked a lot in the times he had thought himself a hero? Of course he had. The life of his friends most of the time. Being leader of NORA and now with Lightning and the others… There was a lot. Not only was he risking his life, he was risking the life of others. And he was unable to save the life of a mother. Snow did not want to dwell on that anymore. It was already feeling a bit depressing as it is.

Snow carefully ran after Zack who had gotten ahead of him and was waiting for him.

Heroes never leave other heroes- aw that one hurt… Snow held onto his head. He has been through a lot of beatings, but this particular one worried him a lot more.

“The river’s a good idea.” Snow smiled. He followed Zack to the river and squatted bear the edge. He removed his bandanna and scooped some water into it. The liquid was cold, but not freezing. Snow pressed the fabric against the lump on his head and let it soak into his hair.

“Haah thanks Zack. I owe you another one.” Snow sat back, bringing his knees up. He began to think about Zack’s question. Was he really a hero after what has happened during the thirteen days before he became a l’Cie?

“I need to tell you something Zack.”

Maybe some day Zack would be able to speak more freely of the last bit of his life… what he and Cloud had been through and the ultimate sacrifice he had made. But the subject was still a hard one for him to talk easily about. There was obviously a lot of bad memories to it, and the swordsmen wasn’t too keen on letting people in on the fact that, well… he should be dead.

It might make them behave strangely towards him, right?

“Thought so, we could have a little drink while were there.” It was too bad he hadn’t brought a canteen that day… they could had rested a little quicker. But they were there now, both men taking a break that was well-deserved and needed.

Zack had crouched down by the river, scooping some water into his gloved hands to pour into his mouth. The cool liquid felt great on his somewhat parched throat; just what he needed. When he looked back up, he noticed his friend doing something similar, but with his hat? Hm? He watched him a little more, only to realize it was being used for something else. Oh… so that was why. The little thanks from the other afterward had him shaking his head and smiling to him. “It was nothing. Thanks for taking my advice, though.” He got to his feet then, moving to stand closer to Snow before he knelt next to him. Was his head really okay? “Maybe you otta let me take a look at that,” he said, leaning close to try and get a peak at where the blonde was dabbing.

He only stopped and leaned back a bit when the other spoke again, however. It had his concern growing some. Was the injury worse than Snow let on?

 ”What is it, Snow? You feeling okay, man?” He patted his back a few times, the smile on his face showing that he was there and more than willing to listen. “If your head’s really bothering you… I bet I could carry you back to town.” It wouldn’t be easy, but he knew he was certainly capable of trying.

It did seem like a good idea for someone else to have a look at the bump on his head, rather than him feeling it. Snow nodded and removed his bandanna, sprinkling water droplets around him. 

“Is there anything?” He asked. “I hope there isn’t.” The blonde pondered how he should really start the serious conversation. He had a really rough time thinking about that with the lump affecting his brain. Stupid rabbit fiend! However, some things did manage to flash through his mind. The explosion, the loss of life… Especially the mother’s life that he had failed to protect. Snow had left a young child without his only guardian. Now he had to guard him and where was he? Stuck in Arcadios. It was almost agonizing to Snow on how his friends were doing. We’re they alright or have they gone Cie’th…

Wait… That question…

“Thanks Zack, but I’ll be fine. There won’t be a need to carry me.” Snow reassured. He tried to suppress a laugh. It worked, but the thought of that was a bit funny.

Now on a more urgent note…

“I think I should tell you the whole story.” Snow began. He then turned his gaze to Zack and his tone turned serious. “There are times when I think whether or not I’m worthy to even hold the title of a hero.”

katniss—thegirlonfiree:

Katniss awoke from a deep sleep, and she found herself in a tree, sitting on a branch. She looked down and noticed she had tied a rope around her waist connecting her to the tree so she would not fall, almost like she did during the Games, but she wasn’t sleeping in a sleeping bag this time…

She didn’t know exactly where she was, but she didn’t care as long as she had food & water, but it did concern her that it was almost like the arena. Unlike the woods she usually hunted in back in District 12, there were more trees, and it was cleaner… less rocks and twigs. Katniss was almost positive she had been placed back in the arena for the 3rd time.

She looked around some more, and noticed a few people but not a lot. Katniss also noticed there were pathways leading around the place, almost like this was some sort of village or something.

This has got to be the arena… She thought. but I don’t recall preparing for this, I don’t remember a 3rd reaping… Suddenly she heard someone walking towards the tree she was in. She didn’t move. “W-who are you?” Katniss felt around for her bow, but she didn’t find one. Shit… what am I supposed to do without my bow? Without looking at the person, she said “Why am I here? Are you trying to kill me?” What a stupid question! Katniss thought to herself. She had hoped that this person was not a killer, because she wasn’t prepared to defend herself. One, she had no weapons and two, she was tied to a tree. What was she supposed to do?

Snow had been lingering around the Village of Strength, exploring really, introducing himself to new people at times whenever they pulled him into conversation. He had just left one recently, stepping through the trees and noticed a girl not too far off. Huh? Is she okay? Snow thought. She did look roughed up. He had begun to walk towards her when she jumped and started to look around for something. 

“W-who are you?”

Snow paused mid-step and blinked. He was about to answer her question in almost the most cheerful way possible, but the girl spoke again. 

 “Why am I here? Are you trying to kill me?”

A bit confused right now… Snow kept his distance from the girl and crouched to her level, keeping his blue-eyed gaze to her. ((As he is quite tall… ;D)) 

“Are you okay? You seem to be a bit tangled up. I’m Snow, by the way, Snow Villiers. I’m not here to kill you so don’t worry about it. You’re probably here because the Goddess has sent for you. Wherever you were must’ve been hell.”

((Heroes don’t kill! AND SNOW! THE HUNGER GAMES IS HELL!

))

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