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((Cygni has moved to @lightinxthedark! this blog is now archived!
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the moon and the stars dress, frieda lepold
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DIFFERENT KINDS OF KISSES * send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt, nsfw implied
[ soothe ] sender kisses receiver to stop them from shaking
[ forehead ] sender tenderly kisses receiver's forehead
[ brief ] sender sneaks a kiss to receiver's cheek as they walk by
[ brow ] sender kisses the bridge of receiver's eyebrow
[ impossible ] sender kisses receiver as a final gesture, knowing they can't be together
[ hiding ] sender checks the area around them before kissing receiver, trying not to get caught
[ handful ] sender peppers the receiver's cheek with multiple, playful kisses
[ line ] sender draws a trail of kisses down the length of receiver's shoulderblade and up their neck
[ almost ] sender and receiver are centimeters apart, about to kiss, but something interrupts them
[ side ] sender places a kiss on the side of receiver's nose
[ tip ] sender kisses the tip of receiver's nose
[ underside ] sender leans in and places a suggestive kiss just under receiver's jawline
[ giggle ] sender starts tickling and kissing the receiver all over in order to make them laugh
[ knuckle ] sender lifts receiver's hand to their lips and places a polite kiss there
[ last ditch ] right before receiver leaves for battle, sender rushes into their arms and kisses them desperately
[ the middle ] in the midst of a battle, sender steals a second alone with receiver and kisses them to reassure them
[ dreamy ] sender and receiver indulge in a handful of slow, romantic kisses
[ darkness ] sender and receiver makeout in a completely dark room
[ ear ] sender nuzzles and kisses receiver's ear
[ recline ] sender climbs ontop of receiver and steals a kiss
[ lazy ] sender kisses receiver to wake them up from a comfortable sleep
[ dramatics ] as sender and receiver argue back and forth, sender launches forward and kisses receiver to stop the fight
[ distance ] across a large space, sender blows receiver a kiss
[ hold ] sender and receiver are hugging, and sender kisses receiver on the cheek in a tender display
[ regret ] sender and receiver start to kiss, but sender backs away in the middle of it, knowing it's a bad idea
[ reunion ] thinking they'd never see each other again, sender and receiver are reunited and run into each other's arms, sharing a kiss
[ inner ] in a heated moment, sender trails kisses along receiver's inner thigh
[ lovebite ] in the midst of kissing receiver's neck, sender changes tactics and gives them a tender little bite
[ greeting ] sender and receiver greet each other with kisses to both cheeks in quick succession
[ bunny ] sender gives receiver a bunny kiss by rubbing their noses together back and forth
[ supportive ] sender kisses the top of receiver's head
[ fingertips ] sender places light kisses to each of receiver's fingertips
[ tongue ] sender and receiver indulge in a heavy makeout that involves tongue
[ first time ] sender leans in and kisses receiver for the first time
[ final ] sender and receiver share a kiss for the very last time, and they know it's their last
[ storm ] caught in the midst of a torrential downpour, sender can't help but close the distance and kiss receiver in the rain
[ scar ] sender sees one of receiver's scars for the first time and gently kisses it
[ desperate ] the situation is dire, and sender can't stop themselves from rushing forward and crushing receiver into an aggressive, frantic kiss
[ tend ] while tending to receiver's wounds, sender gives receiver a reassuring kiss
[ stolen ] sender and receiver cross paths and can't resist ducking into a safe place to makeout before they carry on with their day
[ irresistable ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips
[ lipstick ] sender is wearing lipstick, and uses that fact to mark receiver with a few lipstick stains
[ chest ] sender removes receiver's shirt and immediately rushes forward to kiss their chest
[ shivering ] sender places small kisses all over receiver's stomach
[ fake ] sender and receiver pretend to be a couple and are forced to kiss each other to blend in
[ maybe ] sender and receiver are best friends and experiment with a kiss to see where it goes
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@tarnishedxknight (Basch) sent:
"Your highness? A word?" Basch asked, gesturing for her to join him in his office. It was actually his brother's office, of course, and what he'd found in the desk drawer had caused him to agonize for the better part of an hour on what to do with it. Once Cygni had entered and Basch closed the door for privacy's sake, he held the sealed letter out to her. "I discovered it in Noah's desk early this morn. It is addressed to Lord Larsa. Should I deliver it to him, sight unseen? Or shall I read it first, lest it contain something that might upset him? My brother's mind may not have been fully stable towards the end, due to his nethicite poisoning, and if he wrote this recently, the gods only know what it could contain. I am torn between respecting Lord Larsa's privacy, and my brother's as well, and protecting the young lord from more heartache. You know your lord brother far better than I, and so I thought it best to ask your advice."
Cygni turned her head at the sound of Gabranth's voice and nodded - a slight crease in her brow. "Of- of course, your Hon-Honor." They were always mindful of their visits, careful to prevent rumors from spreading of their affections, so for him to ask to speak to her...
Anxiety twisted in her gut as she followed him into his office, her mind running with what it was that he needed to speak to her so urgently. Had he found something that put her brother at risk? Was there suspicion that Gabranth was not who he said he was? She knew how hard it was for Basch to adjust to acting like his brother, but, gods, she wasn't sure what to do if someone found out.
But before she could even question him what was wrong, Basch had shut the door and... held out a letter. Puzzled, Cygni shot him a quizzical glance, her heart still hammering in her chest, and took the letter from him turning it in her hands as she examined for anything of importance. It was sealed, so it couldn't have been the contents that bothered him. So what...?
She stopped - eyes glued to the name it was addressed to. Larsa? In Gabranth's handwriting no less. Her gaze snapped back up to Basch as he spoke, her brow furrowing tighter, and canted her head. Unsure what to make of it, and... unsure how to handle it. A part of her wanted nothing more than to open it - to read its contents and determine if it was wise for her brother to see. She knew how much Larsa admired Gabranth, but... he was already dealing with so much at such a young age, and she wanted nothing more than to protect him from further stress--
A heavy breath fell from her lips, and Cygni crossed her arms over her chest in thought - still holding the letter as she gazed at Basch. "I... I- I know not," she admitted. "My- my heart says to pro-protect him and read it- it first, yet... I- I do not wish to- to hurt him by- by reading some-something not addressed to- to us. I- I know how much Ga-Gabranth meant to him, and..." She closed her eyes for a moment to steady herself - to try and think - and let out another breath. Gods, all she wanted was to protect her little brother, but... she failed enough at doing so as it was. Besides, what would they do if they felt the letter shouldn't be shown to him? Hide it? Destroy it and pretend it never existed?
"We- we should give it to- it to him," she said at last, and opened her eyes. "We... can tell- tell him how you- you found it, and give- give him the- the choice of rea-reading it alone or with- with us. I- I wish to spare him the- the heartache, but..." A small, sad smile briefly tugged at her lips, and she shook her head - her heart aching at the thought. "He- he is curious, and ev-ever clever. Somehow, he- he will learn of it, and I- I wish not to- to hide it from- from him. I- I know he will a-appreciate the- the honesty more. Let- let us be there for- for him in-instead."
#tarnishedxknight#v; get on your knees and dig up the garden#s; i know your soul i'll be your home / cygni & basch / tarnishedxknight
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Favorable? Cygni thought - baffled by such decision. A light wind meant the best method of travel was to scale the walls? A part of her was tempted to try and probe for a little more clarification - to try and understand why the woman thought it to be best - but... she held her tongue. Unwilling to overstep her bounds further. Instead, she tilted her head, and offered, "I- I suppose that is- is certainly brave of- of you. I- I think I- I have not the- the courage to attempt such a- a thing." That, and the palace in Archades did not have the same structure to allow such foolhardy feats. Not that she would say such aloud, both to keep her identity still a secret, and to avoid insult.
Her smile widened as warmth twinkled in her gaze, and Cygni bit back a small chuckle. Instead, she offered a light shrug, and turned her gaze away from the stranger. "Of- of course not just any-anyone, but I- I am simply a- a guest. For-forgive me, for I- I have yet to be- be intro-introduced to its occupants." Perhaps the woman's phrasing should have given her some inkling as to who she was speaking to, but Cygni paid no mind to that until--
Ashelia?
Her heart skipped a beat. Was this...? Oh, gods, Vayne was going to kill her. How in tune it was for her to come across the Princess of Dalmasca so informally! Yet...
She kept herself steady despite her sudden nerves, and glanced back at Ashelia once more. There was a faint flutter in her chest seeing the woman's smirk, but she shoved that aside as well - deciding it was safer to play further ignorance when she seemed unbothered by the lack of greater respect. "I- I am Cygni," she replied with a sweet smile and a bit of mirth in her gaze. "Though I- I have no nickname to- to offer. 'Tis a- a pleasure meet-meeting you, Ashe."
But her smile faltered at Ashelia's long sigh, and worry creased her brow. Her head tilting once more as she studied her. Should she ask? Was this something she should worry of herself? But they had only just met, and she wished not push her away so suddenly with her prying. She decided to leave it be in favor of respect, and turned to look out at the stars with her. Doing her best to shove aside her concerns and confusion as she breathed in deep the desert air. A quiet company she didn't mind - not when the view was so lovely, and not when they were both probably unwelcomed to be roaming at such an hour.
Cygni's nervous uncertainty changed at the innocent question, and immediately, her eyes lit up almost as bright as the stars above. A liveliness blooming as she straightened and beamed with delight. "Aye, there- there are. Oft stor-stories of great beasts or- or those of great im-importance to the gods," she explained rather eagerly. "One of- one of the constella-lations above us now is- is Cetus, a- a mighty beast said to- said to dwell in the- the sea north of- of Archadia that can- can summon power-powerful storms from its depths. 'Tis sai-said to have--"
She stopped herself short as her face flushed suddenly, and with a nervous chuckle, she looked away. Cygni fidgeted with her sleeves, an silently prayed she had not gotten on Ashelia's nerves like she so easily did with her family. "Ah... sorry. I- I tend to get- get carried a-away. Stu-studying the- the stars is a- a hobby of mine, you- you see, and it- it can be... easy to- to get lost in- in them."
Ashelia relaxed a bit at the sight of the other doing the same, although her curiosity was piqued. Who was this person? And why had she never seen her around the palace before? It was a very rare occasion indeed that Ashe ran into anyone she did not know within the palace walls. Not that they were exactly inside the walls, at the moment, but nevertheless...
Well, if the other was going to stick around, Ashe wasn't going to let that bother her. She'd come for the view and to clear her head. The Dalmascan horizon would fulfill the first desire, and perhaps conversation could fulfill the latter one. She chuckled at the stranger's assessment of her chosen method of travel. "Yes, well... I know both the halls and the walls of the palace like the back of my own hand. Besides, it is not very windy tonight. It seemed the more favorable of the two routes," she said, without explaining more about why.
She very nearly huffed as her question was answered with another question. Who does this person think they are? And yet she wasn't really not annoyed so much as curious. And that cheeky smile... did something to her. Something good. "How is it that you do not know who I am, if you are here at the palace? It is not as though just anyone is permitted entry," she said, the idea that that should have told her exactly who this person was being completely lost on her at the moment. She smirked in spite of herself. "Very well. I am Ashelia. You may call me Ashe," she said, deciding that the other had earned the privilege of using her nickname.
Ashe sighed long. "I have my reasons for avoiding the palace halls at this late hour," she said. "And as I said, it is not so windy tonight that the way I came should be considered so dangerous." With that, she turned her attention to the night sky, seeking solace in it and a distraction from her worries about Vossler.
"Stories? There are stories in the stars?" she asked rather innocently, her eyes searching them all. "You sound as though you favor such things," she said curiously, wondering if there was a reason for that. Was she a new spellcaster, perhaps? That would explain why Ashe had never seen her before. Many spellcasters, she knew, found meaning in the constellations.
#tarnishedxknight#auv; i want to kindle a love that doesn't age#s; she lit a fire and now she's in my every thought / cygni & ashelia / tarnishedxknight
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[tarnishedxknight] ✏️ Not my muse, but I just need some quotes with her and Larsa, because reasons. For science. XD
Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ! @tarnishedxknight
Cygni: An apple a day keeps the doctor away! Larsa: An apple a day can keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.
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Larsa: Guess what I'm about to get! Cygni: On my nerves.
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Larsa: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'M SORRY) Cygni: What's that? Larsa: Remorse code. Cygni: I'm even angrier now.
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Larsa: Life is like Cygni. It's short.
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Larsa, texting Cygni: *sends a voice message* Cygni, texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent? Larsa: No, don’t worry, just listen later. *later* Cygni: *presses play* Larsa's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-
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Cygni: What's wrong with you? Larsa: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.
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Larsa: Fight me! Cygni, standing behind them and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.
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Larsa: Go big or go home! Cygni: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home. Larsa: I'm going big!
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Cygni: *closes a cabinet* *a crash is heard behind the cabinet door* Larsa: What was that? Cygni: The sound of someone else's problem.
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Cygni: I am going to need you to swear- Larsa: Fuck. Cygni: Cygni: ...swear as in promise.
#((the last one is a result of Larsa hanging out with Vaan too much sdfhkjsdgfkjh))#incorrect quotes
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Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!
Send in ✏️ and I’ll use this (improved) incorrect quote generator featuring both our muses! (please remember to specify how many muses/which muses for multimuses!)
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Too late, Cygni realized the effect her reaction would have on Ashelia, and hearing her try to take back what she had said made her heart lurch with guilt. What she said had stung, yes, but, Gods, that was little compared to the idea of unintentionally hurting her. She adored Ashelia and wanted her to be open with her, but if she just managed to ruin that by--
"No, no, my- my love," she rushed, and gently took Ashelia's hands within her own as she shook her head. Squeezing them reassuringly. "I- I want you to be- to be honest with- with me. Please do- do not feel like you- you must defend your-yourself from me or- or change how you- you feel. No- no matter what it- it may be, I- I can handle it." But... her gaze dropped once more, and she let out a shaky breath. A part of her was still tempted to try and defend her brother, or to find a way to convince her love that he was not as bad as he seemed, yet...
Without thought, Cygni lifted Ashelia's hands up and pressed a light kiss to her knuckle. Her brows furrowed as she tried to collect her thoughts, and to ignore the ache that had now settled in her chest. Why was this now so tricky? While she had not been sent to Dalmasca as an option to be Ashelia's intended, it had worked in their favor when they approached their fathers about such an arrangement. For once, Gramis had actually looked to the opinion of a different king before he gave his blessing, though Cygni supposed he had little to lose one way or another, and Raminas, while reluctant, gave his. But with Vayne, it was becoming painfully clear there was a potential issue now in their way.
Her chest tightened.
"Do- do not apologize," she tried again. Her voice quieter. Cygni lifted her gaze back up to her intended once again, and... this time offered a small smile, despite the conflict clear in her eyes. "It... it- it stings, yes, but I- I cannot hold such- such against you. Vayne is... Vayne is- is not easy to be a-around, I- I will admit, but I- I can assure you, de-despite his prick-prickliness, he is- he is not bad. Just..." She trailed off - struggling to find something to explain her brother's behavior. To reassure her love, and herself, that Vayne was not an issue. But...
Not even she could deny how angry he had been, despite how swiftly he had masked it with faux pleasantries and congratulations.
Her smile faltered. "Plea-please do not force your-yourself," she whispered, and squeezed Ashelia's hands comfortingly. To comfort her or herself, or perhaps both, she wasn't sure. "I- I could never ask- ask you to- to make your-yourself uncomfortable for me. At the- the very least, I- I will try to- to be there with you if you- if you want, so you- you needn't deal with him a-alone." It wasn't that she didn't trust her brother, but... Her heart clenched. No, it was... it was far from that. She just wanted to be certain that Ashelia felt comfortable. "Do- do not be a-afraid to tell me these- these things, Ashe, no- no matter what they- they may be of- of concern. I- I do love you, my- my dear."
As soon as Ashelia had said it, she regretted it. The way Cygni responded to it, the way she turned away from her, made her mouth close and her lips press together, lest anything else offense fall from them. Although she hadn't said anything untrue, or anything that at least wasn't her unabashed, truthful expression of her feelings, she really oughtn't to have said it. What did she expect Cygni to do about it? All it could do was hurt her... and it apparently had.
For a moment Ashe couldn't move or say anything, wondering if her honesty had earned her some amount of hatred from her new intended and beloved. That... would be so like her. To lose yet another suitor. To ruin everything with her actions. First by going for a walk in the halls at night when she had no business doing so, and now... by running her mouth without care of the consequences.
But that was just it. She had cared about the consequences. Ashelia had actually agonized for some time over whether or not to tell Cygni how Vayne made her feel. She ultimately decided to do it because... honestly was best with the one you were to marry, was it not? The arrangement was still in its infancy, only just decided by their fathers and not yet even announced to their respective nations, but... the way Vayne had reacted to it... The scowl he'd worn... Honestly, it had frightened Ashelia and made the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
Was honesty worth hurting the one she'd grown to love, though? "M-maybe I simply do not know him... as you do..." Ashe tried to say, walking back the severity of what she'd said. "Or... maybe I simply am no longer comfortable around or trusting of men... given..." -what happened, she wanted to say, but she felt it still was no excuse. And actually, the more she thought about that, the more she knew it wasn't true. "No. No, that... that isn't the reason. I am perfectly comfortable around Basch," she said, realizing that it wasn't all men, but some. Certain ones.
"Cygni, I'm... I'm sorry. I did not mean to upset you. I know he is your brother, and if someone said something of my brothers, though I only knew but two of them, I would certainly not appreciate it." Cygni was already saying that she would help to make sure Ashe didn't interact with Vayne, and Ashe shook her head emphatically. "No, please... This is something I must work through. I will try to give him another chance. First impressions, as I have found out personally, can be very inaccurate. I have been disparaged across Ivalice, and yet you look upon me with no such cruelty. Perhaps... I have been wrong about Vayne. I will try to see him as you do, my love."
#tarnishedxknight#auv; i want to kindle a love that doesn't age#s; she lit a fire and now she's in my every thought / cygni & ashelia / tarnishedxknight
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@tarnishedxknight - continued from here
Cygni remained crouched as her head spun - her blood pounding in her ears as she squeezed her eyes shut. She was almost afraid to move. Afraid if she did, she would find something broken. Find that the crash had done more harm than she could tell. It had been far from ideal to be sure, but what had to be done had to be done...
She opened her eyes as she heard the sound of someone struggling, and her pain dissipated with the jolt of panic through her heart. She heaved herself to her feet, ignoring the sudden lurch of her stomach as she clenched her teeth to keep from vomiting, and moved to Basch's side as he slumped over. Her vision slowly coming back into focus as she grabbed hold of his arm, and touched one hand to his cheek. Whatever pain and discomfort she felt fell away as she examined him - as her mind sharpened - and she resisted the urge to lay a tender kiss upon his forehead. Ignored the surge of relief and joy that filled her chest just at the sight of him alone, and instead focused on taking count of his haggard state.
That alone turned her joy into utter heartbreak.
"Dee-deep breaths for me," she whispered, and did well to hide the way her voice wanted to shake. Did well to steady the tremor in her hands as she did her best to force her attention away from his frail frame. Gods, he was so thin... And the raw flesh that had been eaten away from the restraints of his cage-- "'Tis only- only me, Basch. I- I have you, now." I will not let you go again. "Ste-steady. Let- let me take- take care of you."
It was easy enough, to allow her magic to flow through her hands. For her to direct it into him, as her brow furrowed in concentration and as her breathing slowed. As her own aches faded into nothing, with her attention only on healing someone as dear as he. But Cygni met his gaze as his eyes slowly opened, and--
A smile tugged at her lips - filled with relief despite the way her heart ached for him - and as tears of relief pricked at her eyes. And hearing her name fall from his lips...
Oh, it was so good to see his smile again.
"I- I am here," she soothed, and briefly permitted a moment's affection by brushing her thumb over his cheek. Her gaze flicked briefly to the scar that marred his face and ear, and she felt her heart begin to break all over again. It was not difficult to see the torture he had suffered, but to know the bad blood between him and Gabranth...
She dare not allow herself to think of such things.
Instead, Cygni kept focus on Basch. On her magic surging through her and into him, and on their surroundings. Ever painfully aware now of the quiet that descended upon them, and the waking fear of being caught by Archadian soldiers. But she would not rush him, not when he could barely even open his eyes. She doubted there would be trouble from Archadians just yet, with how far they had fallen. "Keep your- your focus on- on me. I- I need you to- to stay awake for- for me a- a little longer. We- we can rest once we- we return to- to Dalmasca."
#tarnishedxknight#auv; this house says my name like an elegy#s; nothing i have ever known has made me feel this way / cygni & ashelia & basch / tarnishedxknight#((I'm not sure if you want to say Balthier and Co are there or not?#I'm good either way! and I don't mind giving a whirl at writing Balthier and Vaan))
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"WHAT ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME?" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue for defense and accusation, adjust as necessary
you've been lying to me this whole time.
i don't believe a word you've said.
you need to come clean about what happened.
i've given you plenty of opportunities to tell the truth.
i need to know what really happened before i lose my mind.
why won't you just talk to me?
you're hiding something. i don't know what it is, but i'm going to find out.
this is how i find out you've lied the whole time?
i'm not supposed to give you any details.
could you just tell me what really happened?
i hate not knowing the truth.
you've been elusive this whole time.
there's more to the story, but you're not supposed to hear it.
you never answered any of my questions.
i can tell when you're lying to me.
you're really bad at lying.
that wasn't an answer.
i never planned on telling you the truth.
that was a lie, and you know it.
what ever happened to "i promise i won't lie to you?"
i thought we agreed to tell each other the truth.
they told me the truth. you can stop lying now.
you just lied straight to my face.
tell me what you know, or else.
why do you insist on keeping things from me?
i think i've earned the right to learn the truth.
some things are just better left unsaid.
i can't tell you what really happened.
this is for your own good.
it's better that you don't know the truth.
some things need to be kept from you.
you aren't capable of carrying the weight of all this.
trust me. you don't want to know.
[name], what did you do?
i'll go to [name]. they'll tell me the truth.
i meant to tell you the truth before this happened.
you should have heard the full story from me.
i never should have lied like this.
this was always meant to be a secret.
it doesn't concern you. that's why i didn't tell you.
i'm not answering the question!
if you don't tell me the truth, i'm leaving.
i'll never trust you again.
so this whole thing was a lie from the start?
when did you become a politician? why aren't you answering my question?
i would have believed you had you just came clean.
there shouldn't be any secrets between us.
i'm just going to assume the worst if you don't tell me what's going on.
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𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.
All sentences were taken from different sources about romance, marriage and specially arranged marriage and what that entails. Mentions of affairs, mistresses, wedding ceremonies and medieval talks of what marriage entails follow. Change names, pronouns and locations however you see fit.
Marriage is a marriage, whether it is arranged or not. Both necessitate the same level of dedication.
It’s not an option to be best friends with your life partner; it’s a requirement for a firm foundation in a long-term relationship.
Arranged marriage is not always a bed of roses, but it is possible to achieve with love and faith.
It’s different for women, isn’t it? They have no choice where they go. They grow up in a prison and then get married into one.
Is there anything more courageous/stupid than saying yes to spend your life with someone you have no idea about?
The country was as much of a mystery to me as the man I had married.
One day you’ll be in love with me.
You could be a titled lady.
I have avoided the fate my father had planned for me. Surely it is I who has won, not he.
I do not care about power and wealth, father. I want to marry for love.
But if you were matched, what do you think she'd be like?
We're supposed to be unable to keep our hands off of each other.
In this case the time is not so important for me, the person asking for commitment is.
We are trapped by convention and must marry another.
Every good child knows: duty before your heart's desire.
I am to be a bride, but whose?
I married you to stop the bloodshed, and you keep killing. When will it be enough- when?
I found out soon after we met that Leah’s father had promised her in marriage to some young Pole.
If I ever get into an arranged marriage, I want it to be like theirs.
Arranged marriages require effort; constantly and every day. And where there is love, you want to make these efforts.
A successful arranged marriage can help climb the biggest mountain and build the biggest empire.
An arranged marriage is like wine; it tastes good with time.
You will marry him and do your duty to your House.
You are my daughter and you will do as I say. End of discussion.
Love? What does love have to do with marriage?
He'll honour his duty to family and swallow it.
I was three when my parents promised me. When a deal was struck.
So I was raised to be his wife. I was taught my favorite color was gold because his favorite color was gold. I was told my favorite foods were his favorite foods
I never thought what it would actually be like to have him... be gone.
I was raised for him, and now I am... new. I am brand-new. And I do not even know how to breathe air he does not exhale.
A bride at her second marriage does not wear a veil. She wants to see what she is getting.
Marriage is a financial contract; I have enough contracts already.
The dowry, not the wife, is the object of attraction.
Arranged marriages work like this. The girl is hardly asked and is expected to follow whatever her parents deem fit.
Marry, that marry is the very theme I came to talk of.
Maybe she'll be beautiful. Maybe she'll be rich. As long as she brings swords and men.
Perhaps love is a minor madness.
It doesn't matter who the seed is. The important thing is that it has a place in your womb.
Her maidenhood will seal an alliance and must be kept safe.
Every married woman knows a man can have mistresses and we must look the other way.
All I ask is, that you do not cast me aside. Have mistresses and lovers as you please, but confide in me as I am to be your wife.
A husband’s first and foremost job in a marriage is to protect and love his wife.
Touching without looking had been incredibly arousing.
In my opinion, most marriages are based either on money or the fear of being alone.
I want you in every way there is to want. I want you in any way you choose to share.
I'm free to do with my wife as I fucking please.
The marriage of convenience lasts until you become an inconvenience.
Ours is a marriage of convenience and nothing more.
From now on, you're sleeping in our room. There's no chance in hell I'm letting you sleep far away from me again.
You agreed to this marriage and didn’t even dare to ask my opinion on the matter.
You're going to bend, and so am I. We're going to compromise, negotiate, and distract each other.
Being together means our priorities are going to change.
Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious: both are disappointed.
I don't think I am likely to marry, Harry. I am much too in love.
It is certainly romantic to be in love, but there's nothing romantic about a definite proposal.
They are royals, whoever they marry is not their choice but who is better for the crown.
That is a match made in a boardroom.
Once you are wed to another, you will forget me.
I will marry a man who desires me but I have no interest in.
I will not be a secret kept in shadows. Once you are wed, I will leave.
How can I marry them, when I am in love with another? It is not fair to them, that I think of you when I’m with them.
Ever since I met you, no one else has been worth thinking about.
Behave yourself, out here, we are wed and what you do, reflects on me.
You are being sold like a mare and do not care.
Once I bore him a son, he shall be happy, I know it.
We hate one another but for peace, we must wed. At least, let us enjoy this part of the contract.
I am doing this for my family and for the terms you offer.
A marriage is simply an alliance.
All will be well, love can be found in a marriage. If not love, at least, good company.
Do your duty and give him sons. That’s all men want.
I will not be paraded around in a bedding ceremony. I will wed them and bed them, but I will not be humiliated.
You think this title gives me power, but you forget, I am a woman.
I am lucky enough to have options. None who please me but at least, I can choose one.
Come to bed now, husband. It is our wedding night, after all.
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Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ! @illbringthechaosmagic
Cygni: I have a 1:30 appointment. Wanda: Which doctor? Cygni: No, I want the regular doctor.
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Wanda: Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Cygni: Why start now?
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Wanda: So, Cygni, do you have a crush on anyone? Cygni: The only crush I have is this crushing anxiety.
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Wanda: I know what you're up to. Cygni: Really? Because I barely know.
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Wanda: Get in the Halloween spirit and make a ghost! Cygni: That’s called murder and I heard somewhere that it was illegal.
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Wanda: You’re giving me a sticker? Cygni: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!” Wanda: I’m not a preschooler. Cygni: Fine, I’ll take it back- Wanda: I earned this, back off!
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Wanda: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere* Cygni: Where did you get that? Wanda: My pocket. Cygni: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket? Wanda: Skills.
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Cygni: :) Wanda: >:( Cygni: Turn that frown upside down! Wanda: ):< Cygni: Not sure what I was expecting...
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Wanda: What is the one thing I told you not to do? Cygni: Burn the house down. Wanda: And what did you do? Cygni: I made dinner. Wanda: Cygni: Wanda: Cygni: And burnt the house down.
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Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!
Send in ✏️ and I’ll use this (improved) incorrect quote generator featuring both our muses! (please remember to specify how many muses/which muses for multimuses!)
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{i am going to tell you what you're experiencing soul-crushing nostalgia towards right now}
a place you once knew maybe it's somewhere you visited once, somewhere you go regularly, or somewhere you lived at one point. regardless, you long desperately to go back and just be. just exist there. is it the landscape you miss? the excitement of a city or the pleasant solitude of a small town? is it the people? do you need to make something right there? whatever it is, you need to go back. your heart is aching. you can't stop picturing yourself walking the streets, taking in your surroundings. did you know you'd feel this way when you were there? how could you have predicted this feeling when you had it all in the moment?
tagged by: @tarnishedxknight tagging: anyone!!
#quiz#((I feel like this is fitting in the context of Cygni reflecting on Archadia before she realized just how corrupt and fucked up#it is/was internally))
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noticing.
"You're really happy."
"Your laugh is so... I missed it."
"So when did you meet them?"
"Hey. Want to talk about it?"
"That's not your usual order."
"I didn't think you liked (item/flavour)."
"Since when?"
"You're in loooove."
"Those scars... [Name]."
"How long have you been hiding it?"
"It's your favourite."
"I thought I'd find you here."
"This is your spot, right?"
"When you're upset, you do this... disappearing thing. You're doing it right now."
"Where did you go?"
"How are you feeling?"
being noticed.
"How did you find me?"
"It's been a pretty great day."
"I didn't know you knew that."
"That's... my favourite."
"Yeah, I've... I think I met someone."
"It's not like that!"
"It's just -- I fell."
"Oh my god. Lay off, okay?"
"I like to come here when I need to think."
"I don't know. Just needed some air."
"How do you notice this stuff?"
"You're not my mum/dad/parent."
"I didn't think anyone was coming."
"I didn't know if you'd actually show up."
"Thank you, by the way."
"Thank you, for being here."
"I don't know what I would have done if I'd been alone tonight."
"Better. Now that you're here."
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@tarnishedxknight (Basch): “You shouldn’t run off like that, your highness.”
Cygni turned at the sound of his voice to look at him, and couldn't stop the small smile from gracing her lips. Couldn't stop the way her head tilted slightly as her eyes filled with warmth, or the way her heart fluttered in her chest. Perhaps it... was less than ideal for her to have such a tender affection for him, but she didn't deny herself to feel such a thing. She was careful with how she handled herself, careful to keep it close to her heart, but... oh, how Basch had captured her attention in a way no one else had. His presence was welcomed, even then, when she had ventured away from their sheltered camp to look up at the stars while the others slept. She had not intended to wake him, yet...
"I- I hardly believe me walk-walking away within eye- eye distance of camp counts as- as me running off," she teased - her voice hushed to keep it from carrying to the others. "But I- I apologize if I- I had disturbed you, Ser- Ser Ronsenburg, for that- that was not my- my intention." She gazed at him for a few moments longer, before she finally turned her head away, and once more turned her attention back up to the stars above. Unable to ignore the way her heart continued to race, although careful to keep herself as composed as ever as she kept her arms crossed loosely over her chest. As she tried to get herself to focus on the sky above, and not the man who stood by her.
She was silent as she stared heavenward, but it was not long until her attention drifted back to Basch. Her expression still soft. Her smile still present. "Do- do not feel like you- you must re-remain here with me," she said gently, "although your- your company is most- most welcome. I- I promise I- I will be returning short-shortly."
#tarnishedxknight#v; i gotta wrap my head around what my heart is telling me#s; i know your soul i'll be your home / cygni & basch / tarnishedxknight
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@tarnishedxknight (Ashelia) sent: “I’m sorry, Cygni, but I don’t trust him.” (maybe about Vayne?)
It... came as no surprise to hear such thing. Truly, it was no short of a miracle that Ashelia trusted her as much as she did, given everything her family and Empire had done to Dalmasca and her people, yet... Cygni could not ignore the sting in her heart. A part of her was tempted to argue for her eldest brother's case - to insist his ambition was not misplaced or misguided, and he meant well despite it all - but she...
Couldn't.
The words dried on her tongue, as much as she wished them free, and she turned her head away from Ashelia. Her heart clenched tight as she dropped her gaze. How much longer, she wondered, could she try to trick herself into believing Vayne was good? He was too ambitious. She had seen the glimmer of anger in his gaze when it was her announced to be engaged to the Princess and not him. She knew his interest in taking a seat of power in Dalmasca, and knew his sights set on becoming Emperor. But he was still her brother, and that was not something easily ignored. Not when he had cared for her when their father was busy and their mother had completely dismissed her. Not when he supported her in following her own heart and understood her lack of desire for the throne. He was good. He was. He was just...
"You- you need not apolo-apologize," she said finally - her voice quiet. "I... I- I cannot force you to- to feel otherwise. If- if you do not- not trust him, then I- I will respect that." Even if it hurt. Even if... she didn't want to believe Ashelia's lack of trust in him to have reason. "I- I will do what I- I can to keep- keep you from inter-interacting with him."
#tarnishedxknight#auv; i want to kindle a love that doesn't age#s; she lit a fire and now she's in my every thought / cygni & ashelia / tarnishedxknight
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