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[bladelike]

*   dear  marisa ,                   ∗  8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together .                                 *    sincerely ,    constance    ——   @constancevonnuvelle​​​​ .  

               "  IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE ?  "    with a question on her tongue and bags in hand, she points at the girl then vaguely at the marketplace stands.  the student asked for her aid as she hopped from shade to shade like a vampire of sorts until it was finally sunset. the night began to rise and the street lamps blazed to life. the hustle of the evening market died down as the sun kissed the horizon it’s farewells. the mercenary turns to the other seeing her demeanor has changed ,  she pays it no mind and continues to walk along side her.  marisa waves out her hand reaching for the bags the girl was holding onto and nods her head.   “    i’ll hold these for you if you want to look around more.  i don’t really have an interest in the market outside of basic necessities.   ”    she says with a shrug and a subtle sense of defeat.    “    i don’t really know about... fashion trends and what not... if it’s practical and comfortable i don’t care how it looks.  so i don’t pay too much attention to the rest of the stalls with trinkets and fabrics.  ”   her lips tug into a loose fitting smile. she grabs a hold of the student’s remaining bags, pushing her lightly towards the stalls.  “    ... so ,  go ahead and knock yourself out ,  kid.  ” 

[bladelike]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles . )

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

[bladelike]

*    dear  marisa ,                                                [ contact ]                  one muse touches the other’s arm in a sympathetic gesture  ♡                                                   *    sincerely ,    eirika  ——  @lunarsbrace​​  .  

                THERE  SHE  STOOD,  IN SILENCE     with that blank expression that felt too natural on her features in the middle of a now quelled battlefield.  ensanguined :  remains of the lives that poured out of her hands,  gore that stuck her face, mangled her hair, stained her leather skirt ——   even that felt normal.   many believed that only the divine decided what  would be  &. could be  possible.  she  thinks they may be right .  as her sights set on what  was  meant to be  another chaperoned mission for students, accompanied by the knights... turned into what  would be another unfortune slaughter in a matter of minutes.

            she  relaxes,  lowering  her  blade.  breathe,   in  [ ... ]  out,  repeat.  she called this safety,  called  it  refuge . but, she dares not call this freedom.  knowing she is weaponized  :   a mere extension of her blade,  didn’t get such a luxury.  people found her useful when there was a blade in the ridges of her palms. she knew that. this was her worth:  a woman made weapon. she like it that way. it was simple.  bones shift inside of her and lungs steady themselves as the battle high settles on her veins, settling her thoughts with each breath, regaining what she called normalcy. 

             resurfacing long thoughts abandoned in empty churchyards,  watching an overgrown graveyard haunted with the voices of those who never made it out   &.   the  amount of  times she had been inches away from the sharp end of another’s weapon and two wrong moves from following them in suit.  but,  it was something . she always emerged ——  just fine .  whether it be freshly off  the battlefield with someone else’s blood dried on her skin with or  the the taste of iron seeping out of her teeth.

         she flicks crimson off her sword, painting the mud red under it’s empty slash.  freedom, hmm...   she couldn’t believe such a thing. because in her dictionary :   freedom never started for her it only showed in scraped palms, open wounds, and bandages.  freedom ends in pain whether it be her’s  or  another’s  or the lingering memories of the way her father yelled the words that always etched ever so clearly in her mind,  desperate to make a carbon copy of himself in her skin. with that she knew that her freedom was resigned and it hardly bothered her in the slightest anymore. believing that if she taught herself how to become nihility itself.  how to leave behind nothing but a lattice of broken elements —— that everything would be better if she just managed to make it through another day no matter the state she’s in. that was her method of freedom.

           just like sealing the endless thoughts,  she returns the shamshir to it’s scabbard, she looks around, it was just her and eirika. everyone else seemed preoccupied as they tended to the wounded and apprehended whatever criminals still managed to hold onto their breaths.  she turns back to the only person who seemed to keep up with her on the battlefield in terms of speed, but the look on her face was mixed with fear and awe.  the student drops to her knees, as silence falls on the two.  marisa massages out her neck and looks to the side, taking a knee next to the princess.  she gently  &.  cautiously puts a hand on her forearm, lightly shaking the girl’s under her grip, attempting to comfort her senses to prevent any further damage to her psyche. not that marisa could blame her,  most mercenaries are used to this kind of bloodshed that she tends to cause. 

          her rosen hues look down at her stained clothes and closes her eyes for a minute.  she sighs.  there’s warmth on her arm, noticing that they’re mimicking her actions. it’s eirika who’s probably staring at her in pure concern.  her expressions unravel  & lighten under the touch.    ‘   i guess... she’s always been like that.  ’      she catches herself leaning into the touch for a split second before gentle grabbing the royal’s hands and collapsing them between themselves. 

          marisa shakes her head in reassurance.        “   it’s fine, eirika.  this doesn’t really bother me.   ”      she pauses and raises her gaze back at eirika.   “   however, i'm going to guess by the look on your face... that this  isn’t  your strong point.   ”    the mercenary smiles wistfully,  it was the best she could manage, even if it was out of pity.        “   but,  that’s okay. we only have one life and if its threatened we need to protect it at all costs.  after all...   ”    a shrug this time putting her hand on the young princess’ head, patting her like she seen a pair of certain siblings do before.    “   ... being reborn isn’t an option that we can freely or willingly chose. so, don’t let it get to your head ,  survival comes first.   ”    

[bladelike]

*     june activity check 

  status    :    complete.  

  skill point(s) gained    :      +1  for  monthly 

  sword  rank up     :    c   »  c+

  total skill points    :    4   »   5

[bladelike]

[ tiles ] [ boop ]

                 HEAD AGAINST HER SCABBARD    &. ��the veil of her flesh covering the morning flares seeping between the structure of training ground; melting the cobblestone architectures as the light falls through the air. she missed the blistering heat of jehanna, only laying in bold sunlight after a rigorous session of training would be the only way to reclaim the memory. the climate was too perfect here, it was unnerving. she wasn’t used to the chill wind against her sweat drenched skin in broad daylight or the way her head didn’t spin after endless hours of training and sparring. her head against the pillar and her legs twist into each other against her.  the blinding shades of orange and reds fade even behind her eyelids. the sounds of someone attempting to silently moved in front of her, the sound of their shoes kicking the sands and dirt of the summer debris. her breath was calm, she didn’t move an inch. a student, perhaps?  their movement wasn’t stealthy, only careful. did they think she was asleep?  the heat slowly fades, as they sit across from her.  they were blocking the sunlight.   “ ... ”  a kind gesture normally but marisa was holding on to the fact, she didn't have to ask them to move nor move herself.    

             she begins shifting her position to tuck into herself. no longer comfortable with how the sun no longer graces her skin. she lets out a small groan under her breath, not wanting to move just yet.  “ ................  ”  hearing the sliding of fabric on stone, it drags roughly fraying fibers :   a thin yet delicate fabric. her eyebrows furrow at the noise. the shadow growing darker as the fabric keeps dragging. her left hand twitches. she knows he’s leaning over to her. she feels the heat of another near the tip of her nose, she flinches. her rose hues snap open. seeing the blonde’s finger nearly touching the tip of her nose. she gentle and swiftly swats the young lord’s hand away, her face calm and still. the mercenary sighs and gets up from the floor, shaking her head in disapproval. “ ... dimitri, for next time. don’t touch me. if i was really asleep you would’ve lost an arm, and if you were lucky enough maybe a finger or two. ”  stifling a chuckle while raising her sword and tilting it side to side, a playful warning.  she crosses her arms and tilts her head.  eyes closed once more in thought.    “  oh, and your reactions are rather slow.  maybe you should do about thirty more drills... your morning grogginess isn’t acceptable on the battlefield.  ”  

[bladelike]

[ boop ] one muse playfully taps the tip of the other’s nose. !

                 SHE SCRUNCHES UP HER NOSE    hardly avoiding the sudden touch. instinctively, she flicks her glare at the chipper dame before rolling it away in rhythm with a sigh.  marisa isn’t the type to hang out with any of her fellow knights, it was already a bit of a stretch for her to talk with those who trained with her. much less to those with an impressive amount of energy .... and  just  sheer  liveliness  such as the knight had already shown her. she stares at the girl of who’s name she’s never bothered to learn. well it’s fair enough to say that marisa has only cared about a handful of things like swordsmanship and coin but names was a whole other situation. only believing that she only learns the names of those who she trusts and those who have bested her.                      “  ... i forgot your name but....  uh, what...   ”      she pauses taking a step back and leaning into her step.  the tendency to keep her left hand was always on the handguard became anxious, picking at the edges of her shamshir while the hand messaging the back of her neck,  thoughts melts into soft whispering into mumbled and grumbles then crashing into a sigh. maybe being sociable really isn’t for her.     “   ... do you want ... i mean,  need ... ?   ”   

             the question is blunt and direct, she tried to smile but immediately failed to maintain it. she feels a chill run down her spine. a surge of regret twitches at the back of her head. hand finally releases the hilt and plans over her face and a swift movement to move her head down.   ‘ great. now i feel stupid. ’

[bladelike]

[ direct ]  one muse holds the other’s jaws in their hand for their attention or to redirect their gaze. 

(me lets you pick who does what)

                 PULLED INTO A SUDDEN TUG, directly into one of the many shaded crevices of the monastery’s courtyard. she blinks twice, as the confusion setting in on her features. ‘ well, this was new especially from… him ’ the thought falls on her consciousness : ripples on a quiet lake. “ …. uhm, ephraim….? ” words trail off her tongue. he leaned over her, his arm pressed against the brick wall next to her shoulder. she shifts her weight to lean against the wall, arms crossed and the soles of her boots clinging to the crease of the old worn bricks. she inhaled sharply. normally, one could imagine a normal reunion even between comrades in arms, but she’s certain that this definitely wasn’t the kind of reunion that she’s seen others relish in. she pauses &. sharply exhales. watching the desperation in his expression grow in a matter of seconds. it oddly bothered her. not because she cared but only because he wasn’t one to suddenly act so impulsively.

         she turn her head to look around for the source of his troubles but she fails to do so as his calloused fingers wrapped around her jawline, it was careful, gentle, but firm. the mercenary blankly stared at his feature that only grew even more stern the longer they sat in silence. ‘ was this something serious? ’ she sighed once again, how troublesome. they sat in silence for what felt like seconds turned to minutes. the mercenary hadn’t moved an inch, attempting to figure out what was going on. it didn’t follow along too well. the longer they stayed in this corner, the more she felt like he wasn’t really looking at her but looking past her instead. ‘ ugh, what a waste of time. ’ she grabs his wrist. no reaction. she raises an eyebrow and attempts turns again. this time, catching sight of his twin sister for a split second, noting how much younger the princess looked compared to the last time marisa saw her but she didn’t care all that much about the sudden difference if she was being honest. as her thoughts comes to an abrupt close, his fingers once again, turns her attention to him but his seafoam gaze rapidly paces to and from her. orchid hues glares. seriously, if he was hiding they why bother pulling her into it? marisa had no interest in their familial issues to even warrant a proper reaction. but, his actions however did warrant a fair enough reaction.

          her ire bites on her lips &. impatience grows with every second of silence the reagent harbored. the sellsword was finally fed up with ephraim. she grasps at his collar, lifting her other hand to imitate his hold on her she forced his attention to her, pulling him closer to her. his legs between her own her rosé locks clashing against turquoise: close enough to feel his breath clash against hers. “ alright, i’ve had enough. what do you want from me? you haven’t said a word to me and you’re really getting on my nerves right now. ” her tone is harsh in the form of a whisper as she lets go of his jaw and his collar. quickly slapping his hand off her slightly pushing him back in the process. “ also, you’re acting strange… and awfully bold. ” she crises her arms over her chest, she lets out a scoff. “ it’s weird. ”

[bladelike]

extensive nonverbal memes

i wanted to make some more options, especially for muses who are quieter or nonverbal (whether permanent or selectively mute) . i added some basic sign language prompts as well. 

[ contact ] one muse touches the other’s arm in a sympathetic gesture.  

[ attention ]  one muse puts their index finger underneath the other’s chin to hold their attention.

[ direct ]  one muse holds the other’s jaws in their hand for their attention or to redirect their gaze. 

[ tender ]  one muse brushes their fingers over the other’s jaw.  

[ bristle ]  one muse plays with the others facial hair. 

[ guard ]  one muse puts their arm around the other’s shoulder to make them feel protected. 

[ claim ] one muse puts their arm around the other’s waist in a possessive manner. 

[ comfort ] one muse pulls the other to their chest to hug them after a dangerous moment. 

[ seeking ] one muse embraces the other after feeling scared/upset. 

[ check ] one muse takes the other’s hand to silently ask if they’re okay.

[ hold ] one muse cradles the other’s face between their hands ground them. 

[ rest ] one muse comes and sits in the others lap. 

[ intrude ] one muse walks in on the other while they’re treating their own wound. 

[ tiles ] one muse finds the other sitting on the floor and joins them. 

[ boop ] one muse playfully taps the tip of the other’s nose. 

[ heal ] one muse kisses the other’s forehead after treating their injury. 

[ two ] one muse holds the other’s shoulders with their hands to make them calm down. 

[ clear ] for one muse to clean blood off the other. 

[ prevent ] for one muse to wrap their arms around the other from behind to stop them from running towards danger. 

[ away ] for one muse to pick up the other and take them to bed. 

[ rescue ] for one muse to carry the other to safety because they’re injured. 

[ heart ] one muse places their palm against the other’s chest in a soothing manner to indicate they aren’t alone. 

[ insist ] one muse keeps a firm hold on the other and gives an expression to indicate they want them to open up/tell the truth. 

[ pulse ]  one muse rubs a finger over the other’s wrist. 

[ direct ] one muse grips just above the elbow to guide the other while they walk. 

[ wrinkle ]  one muse curls their fingers into the other’s shirt to make them stay put. 

[ subdue ]  one muse places their hand on the other’s forearm to try and calm them so they don’t lash out at a third party. 

[ parallel ] for both muses to lay on the floor beside each other but going opposite direction with their heads side by side. 

[ reveal ] for one muse to take a hold of the other’s chin/jaw to stop them from hiding their tears. 

[ inspect ] for one muse to take hold of the other’s face while inspecting a bruise or cut. 

[ caress ] one muse kisses the other’s cheek as a gesture of gratitude. 

[ keeper ] one muse watches over the other while they sleep with their head on their shoulder or in their lap. 

[ coax ] one muse strokes the other’s hair until they fall asleep. 

[ bear ] one muse lifts the other off their feet a little while they hug.

[ leap ] one muse jumps into the other’s arms,  legs wrapped around their waist. 

[ mirror ] one muse has the other hold a hand to their chest so they can mirror breathing to calm them down. 

SIGN LANGUAGE

sign: are you okay? 

sign: i’m fine. 

sign: i can’t speak right now. 

sign: i need help. 

sign: leave me alone. 

sign: please stay. 

sign: what happened to you? 

sign: let me help. 

sign: don’t go. 

sign: i love you. 

sign: i hate you. 

sign: who did this to you? 

sign: why won’t you talk to me? 

sign: i don’t know what to say. 

sign: you’re upset. talk to me. 

sign: i won’t leave you. 

sign: i missed you. 

sign: i need you. 

sign: wait. 

sign: what can i do? 

sign: do you want me to stay? 

sign: you can talk to me. 

sign: you can trust me. 

sign: you’re not alone. 

sign: i feel so alone. 

sign: you’re beautiful. 

sign: i feel safer with you here. 

sign: i want to make you feel safe. 

sign: where are you going? 

sign: i have to do this on my own. 

sign: i don’t know how to ask for help. 

sign: i don’t want to lose you. 

sign: i’m afraid you’ll get hurt. 

sign: you don’t have to worry about me. 

sign: i’m worried about you. 

[bladelike]