#[support] elincia

[laslow]

🍪 “Laslow, my favourite sword instructor at Garreg Mach. Care for a game over tea?”

"Dearest Elincia! My, aren't you looking positively beautiful today!"

He laughs a little, extending his elbow in her direction, should she desire to take his arm on their way to the gazebos. "You don't have to flatter me so. I'll gladly go anywhere with you."

Indeed, that's how he finds himself sitting across from her, elbows braced on the table, halfway through a piece of pocky. He's confident in his ability to win--yet something holds him back. There's a glow about the young queen now, a light in her eyes that speaks to a new happiness in her heart.

With a decisive snap, Laslow breaks the cookie, plopping back into his seat with a defeated sigh. "Alas, it seems we've arrived at a draw!"

[randomnameless]

Re-about Eirika and stuff

Remember when Seth asks her to run away and flee when Jehanna is besieged? Of course Eirika refuses, she is a FE Lord. The situation is dire, she will stay, thinks of her brother but says this :

“No. I will not retreat. If I give up now… My brother would not forgive me. I’m the princess of Renais. I will fight, either to victory or to death. Brother, I…”

Imo, Eirika would likely apologise to Ephraim for “dying” here since they made a promise to reunite and see each other alive again, and Seth said they’re basically going to die, but she’s going to fight “either to victory or to death”.

Of course on the Ephraim route Eirika’s bravery is a bit more subdued since we don’t see her that much, and she keeps on remembering how Seth and Ephraim used to protect her a lot back then, and yet Ephraim has this line about her when he hears Jehanna’s castle fell :

We’ll make it. Rest easy on that. Eirika is my sister. That one will never lay down her blade. And I am Eirika’s brother. There is no way I’ll let my sister die!

bar the usual “I’m not letting my sister die”, Ephraim knows she’s never going to lay down her blade, she’s going to fight.

Ephraim is also sure she will fight “long enough” - against the main crux of the Grado Army, aka severely outnumbered !! - for him to make the trip from Grado to Jehanna.

Honestly coming from this, the brother who knows his sister can fight and relies on her, to Mist being a potted plant in FE Tellius felt like a downgrade.

The plot still has Eirika being rescued by her brother twice during the events of the game because it’s a FE plot, but watsonian wise, Eirika is as much of a fighter as Ephraim is, and the one who sings her praises is Ephraim himself.

[knighteclipsed]

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Name: Kaia von Crimea

Gender: F (cis, she/they)

Class: Pegasus Knight -> Falcon Knight/Wyvern Knight

A young lady with uncanny skill in the art of healing. A princess who fights whole-heartedly for her allies, seeking to be a brilliant light. Though she’s bright and sociable, some have also noticed a rare but unsettling darkness beneath her surface.

Appearance and Personality

A tall woman with her mother’s hair and father’s eyes. Though her style of dress does give away something of her higher status, it’s still practical and doesn’t get in the way of her everyday tasks and training.

The kindness Kaia displays is genuine, and most who meet her would think that is that—she heals her allies without hesitation while also fighting on their behalf in order to make sure they are safe. Her leadership skills and ability to cooperate are fitting for a princess, but there are occasions when a coldness seems to wash over—her kindness is a choice, and when she deems it necessary, she can let apathy take its place.

Besides that, they’re a very amicable soul, always seeking to understand others, believing in the inherent goodness of humanity. Though Kaia has a high tolerance for foul behavior, once that limit is crossed, their walls go up and are nigh impossible to bring down.

Kaia’s a bit of an artist! They like to paint whenever they’ve the free time, and the gold woven into their braids is all done by hand—it’d be easier to wear their hair loose, but they like the look of it too much to stop. Besides that, they train regularly to maintain their strength, and they like to go horseback riding every now and again.

History

Growing up, Kaia seemed to learn more from Elincia’s philosophy than Valter’s, seeing the way her mother shone and preferring that to her father’s dark reflection. Understood that deep down, she had a darkness of her own, but she was under the impression that everyone had that—and so, she chose to be pleasant, to be friendly, to be more like her mother than her father.

That said, Kaia did learn something of Valter’s past, though only in scraps of information shared in passing—they know he’s from another land and that he left for some personal reason, but he has yet to specify what. They find sympathy for him in that.

Notably, Kaia took to her parents better than her older brother did, but they both get along rather well—she has a habit to follow him into combat just to make sure he comes out in one piece.

Though they’ve since left the care of their parents to experience the world for themself, they frequently write letters home to keep in touch.

Combat

As stated prior, she’s primarily a practitioner of the staff! It is seen as a talent and Kaia tends to receive a lot of praise for it, but she brushes off any compliments given—in truth, she simply has a sense for how to hurt people the most, and she uses that to determine how to help them the best. Alongside her staves, she also uses the lance and sword—swords primarily, but her proper preference is in lances, and anything can function as a spear on the battlefield; her improv skills are top-notch!

They’re mostly a defensive combatant, but they’ve been known to flex into offense when the need strikes. For this purpose, Kaia typically carries both of their preferred blades—if they’re up close, they’ll use their sword. If their enemy is distant, they’ll use their lance.

In a similar vein, she’s a skilled combatant mounted, comfortable with both wyverns and pegasi when traversing the skies—she’s primarily a pegasus knight though, mostly because she gets along well with wyverns but isn’t good at keeping them from attacking her allies. She does want to fly one into battle though—just after she’s learned to keep them in control.

Not an inheritor of Valter’s sadism, but it does partially shine through in their selective apathy. Even on the battlefield though, Kaia chooses not to default to it—it is only when they think their emotions will bring them down that they decide to detach themself. Whatever happens though, they want to feel for their allies and be impacted by their well-being.

Summary

She’s a bright and sunny individual with a strong-held faith in humanity. Always looking on the bright side and choosing to see the best in people, she naturally gets along with most anyone she encounters, using her wit and charm to push people and interactions in the direction of peace. While many could see her pacifism as a weakness, she has the ability to let go of those ideals when the need arises, though she chooses to do so as rarely as possible.

(Now, you may be wondering: why do they use staves when normal pegasus knights/falcon knights/wyvern knights can’t? Shut up I didn’t think about that until I’d already nearly finished this thing. I’m just gonna pull the ‘related to lore-important person’ card. Kaia can do whatever the fuck they want ‘cause I said so!)

Anyways.

Aside from being a painter and hair stylist in her free time, Kaia also likes to act! She doesn’t perform much in front of others, but her friends and allies would note that she’s ridiculously good at completely changing her demeanor at the drop of a hat. She has yet to explain exactly how she does it.

They’d definitely have a support chain about their mediocre cooking ability—it’s one of their banes, so it would seem! They’re also not the greatest when it comes to giving interpersonal advice (they still believe that everyone has that darkness, when in reality, they’ve got it worse than nearly everyone they know). They’re a great listener though! They will attentively listen to you talk about whatever you want, and they’ll remember it for later! Strives to be a thoughtful person in all they do.

Once tried when she was young to learn how to use her left hand dominantly. It did not end up working, but she’s still somewhat okay at it? She tried at least. (An ambidextrous blade user like her father though!)

Though most of their gold accessories are their own, the earrings they often wear are from their mother! They own other items of the sort as well, but this is their default—it’s a sign of their bond! They are their favorite set.

She’d be recruited on a map with uneven terrain, likely after having been chased by some units of the enemy army during a fight alongside Albertus. Uncertain of his present whereabouts, she would join under the condition that the lord and their army help her track down her brother. Though her initial intention would be to leave once he is found, she’d end up staying permanently simply because she finds the group charming and wouldn’t mind hanging around just a bit longer.

If given the choice, they would not fight their parents—they’re too important to them, and especially in the case of Elincia, they’d want to find a peaceful route. If made to strike her down, they would feel immense grief at their mother’s passing; similar with Valter, but understanding (to a degree) his persistent hostility and stubbornness, they wouldn’t be as caught up in the unfairness of the situation.

She doesn’t have very many paired endings, with practically all of them being ambiguous in nature (regarding whether they are romantic or platonic).  They don’t think their story is over simply because the war is.

tall

[anankelotus]

Sir, You’re Not Allowed to Lick the Oil Paintings [Team 4 Steel Round]

His head swims at the scenery shifts around him, until a grand hall like arena seems to appear before them. It’s beautiful for sure, but he’s only filled with unease and worry as he stares at the strange painting like enemies that they are meant to face.

He does not seem to be able to attack with any sort of magic any more, nor those he feel the ability to use that warm faith magic coursing through him. Instead, he has been gifted a lance. It’s a beautiful weapon, if a weapon can be called beautiful. He stares at it and it seems to fill him with an intense longing for something, though he can’t quite place what. Perhaps it is the reminder of Cadros, a longing for a lover long past him, who used lances and... ah, so this is what his dreams had conjured for him, he thinks as he finally notices the mount that he sits atop. A pegasus, like those who had once flown in Valla’s bright blue skies. He feels like crying, but he can’t allow himself to get sidetracked by memories of someone who had been long gone.

Anankos gains 2 HP from Renewal! | Anankos HP= 6/10

He feels steadier suddenly. Ah, so he seemed to have some sort of self healing ability. Good. Then he would not have let himself hold back his allies. His grip against the lance is pale as his hands shake. He can do this. He tugs gently on the pegasi’s reins, guiding it quickly towards the enemies they are facing.

He tries to remember what it was like to watch Cadros fight with his lance atop his trusted steed. The memories are blurry, corroded from being far too long for anyone to properly and the insanity that had been suffered, but the image itself is clear. With a careful spin of the lance - he has never handle one before, and hopes dearly that he won’t end up stabbing himself - he stabs at one of the paintings that seems to resemble the emptiness of a mind that has been taken over by the darkest of plagues.

Anankos attacks using Wishblade! Roll 1d20+8= 19! Hit! | Portrait of the Void HP= 6.5/10

Just as swiftly, he manages to dodge out of the way of the painting’s counterattack. It seemed easy upon a pegasi, being able to dart and flee from attacks, compared to depending upon his own feet. Though, how was a painting supposed to attack you to begin with?

Portrait of the Void counterattacks with Prismatic Colour! Roll 1d20-16= -9! Miss! | Anankos HP= 6/10

With the speed of his mount, he feels as though he is able to get away with a second attack and jabs the lance towards the painting once again, sharp point ripping into the weak canvas.

Anankos follows up with Wishblade! Roll 1d20+8= 23! Hit! | Portrait of the Void HP= 3/10

He breathes a sigh of relief, and turns to his allies, shouting a nervous call of advice as he gestures at the painting he has just finished his small rampage on.

“If I may, this one seems to be on it’s last legs so you could say! I believe that one or two more attacks may finish it off! Sorry for ordering you, you absolutely do not have to follow my commands if you don’t wish, but I do not want to see anyone get hurt again! So please, everyone be careful...” He mutters the last part under his breath, barely loud enough for even himself to hear. He can’t bear seeing them get hurt, even if he hardly knows them outside of Julius. He simply wouldn’t be able to take it, and he is already close enough to breaking down. It would only take one more crack to break completely.

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[swiftlance]

"Nephenee? Oh goodness, it really is you!" Elincia rushes over to the young lady, face clearly alight with joy. She rushes over to the solider, clasping Nephenee's hands in her own. It's been such a long time since they've been face to face that Elincia forgets herself a little. "Have you been keeping well? I had no idea you were coming to Fodlan or I would have prepared a welcome party! You'll come enjoy a spot of tea with me, won't you?"

"Ah, forgive me. I seem to have taken flight of my manners! I'm simply thrilled to see a familiar face," she lets go of Nephenee's hands, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Her face flushes slightly, embarrassed that she had been quite so overzealous. "Please, let me know if there is anything at all I can do to help you settle in, my friend."

Maybe she'll try her hand at fishin', when she's done trainin' with her squad. Another family back in Melior always sold the best fish on market days. She wouldn't mind a little bit of home where she could find it; 'sides, food always tastes better when you've caught it yourself.

Nephenee's still contemplating the lake when a joyous call rouses her from her stupor. She'd heard Queen Elincia'd found her way here. That was part of the reason Nephenee left home--trouble seems to follow the Queen no matter where she travels. A familiar face might prove mighty fine company in a strange land.

She remains silent while Elincia speaks, though she can't fight the smile spreading across her face. "Ah, horsefeathers, Majesty. I don't need no party or nothin.'" An answering flush rises in Nephenee's own cheeks. To think, Queen Elincia would throw a country girl a party!

"I'm doin' just fine, thank you. Glad to see you're well 'n whole. Tea sounds fine." Already she feels more at ease with a piece of home at her side. Now if only she could remember everythin' Calill instructed 'bout dinin' in fine company.....

[hresvelged]

(o・・o)/

You've been on a number of excursions with Elincia by now— Whether it be a result of pure happenstance or otherwise, such is the way you've gotten to know her. You would not sooner forget that glorified stage of dancing and whimsical presences with spotlights of hidden intents. At least, that is how you viewed it.

She tends to speak pleasantly, encouraging those around her. You know both a professor and a ruler must understand their people, even if you yourself take a much more blunt and strict approach. You have no reason to change.

One day, you saw her enter the Black Eagles classroom. Your first assumption was a mere visit or an assessment of their agenda. But then, she stayed. You haven't had a chance to ask why she changed, but you wonder what kind of reply you would get.

When you find yourself in her classes, you note every move and stance with her sword. It's a skill you yourself desire to continue honing— With experience like hers, no doubt would hands-on training benefit you.

[foreversnightmare]

(o・・o)/

opinions of you - open

Elincia was rather nice company to have around. Freyja often wonders how she is doing, and tends to usher bad dreams away from her. Its crazy to think that despite the way Freyja acted towards her-- she still showed nothing but kindness.

In a way, it reminded Freyja of her brother's words about humans. How each and everyone were different in their own way, that they reacted to events differently-- She saw it once before her death, and now she sees it again.

Elincia gets a pass in her book, perhaps Freyja will pay her a visit again sometime.

[daeificatio]

Professor? I'm worried I'm a little lax on my students with discipline but I don't want to make their lives any harder. How do I achieve a fair and healthy balance between being understanding and compassionate and making sure they actually learn and grow. Best regards, Elincia :) P.S. Here's some cookies, I baked them for my class and these were leftover! Please enjoy them I know you must be working very hard!

Try to talk more with your students, check if they feel overloaded or if things are too loose. Communicate with them more and find a balance based on their feedback. Thanks.

Other teachers seeking advice from him...that was odd, considering how many of those were leagues more experienced than him, but if he could help them in one way or another then he was fine with it.

Mmmm

Cookies...

[freedomarrow]

"Good afternoon, Leonardo. Keeping well, I hope." Elincia holds an object behind her back, careful to keep it out of sight. The sheepish expression on her face gives her motives away far too easily though, along with the pale pink flush on her cheeks. She had never been skilled in deception, no matter the circumstances. "I want to apologise, it's a little later than planned but I couldn't simply ignore your birthday." Shifting uncomfortable on her feet, she slowly presents him the surprise she'd kept hidden.

It's a bunny rabbit. Not a live, wiggling one of course! It would be reckless to spring an animal on someone who may not wish to or be in a position to care for it. Rather, it's a stuffed animal, plush with cotton inside and extra squishy. She's a little embarrassed that some of her stitches can still be seen despite her best efforts to hide him but she is proud of his golden, crocheted scarf, embroidered with a little deer at the ends.

"He took a little longer to finish than I planned and I couldn't well offer him up headless. What on earth would that imply?" Nervously, she offers it to Leonardo with awkward laughter, hoping the gift doesn't seem insulting. That she hasn't committed an awful faux pas here. They'd had little time to speak, to find common ground and yet... the image of them both in that field of rabbits is etched into her mind. Maybe it's an olive branch, an offer of friendship extended with great sincerity.

"Happy belated birthday. I er... hope you like it. But if you don't, I'm terribly sorry. Please, do with it whatever you see fit."

Elincia's voice catches Leonardo off-guard, surprise clear on his face as he turns to look at her upon hearing his name - though he masks it quickly with a light, courteous smile. "I am, thank you. I hope so are you," he responds.

She brings up his birthday, and his brow quirks ever so slightly - oh. It has now been a couple days, and he had expected everyone to move on to the more important daily matters by now. To learn that she had spent so much time preparing something for him, makes him... well, a mixture of embarrassed, flustered, grateful and curious.

He cannot help but feel his smile brighten up, however, as she presents the gift to him; a stuffed rabbit plushie, soft to the touch, reminiscent of some of the earliest memories of his carefree childhood. "You made this by hand?... It's so cute," he chuckles, looking over it as it arrives to his hands, before holding it close to his chest similarly to how he would a puppy.

"There is no need to apologize, or anything," he assures her quickly. He is not entirely certain why she would feel the need to apologize to him - treating him like a child, perhaps? He does not see it that way and he would not mind a chance to finally be one again, if only for a moment, really. "I love it... And I appreciate you spent so much time on this for me. Thank you."

The smile he gives Elincia as he says it is the warmest one she has received from him yet. Maybe he could finally accept that it is time to move on from what once was.

[blaydiud]

"Good morning, Dimitri. May I trouble you for a moment of your time?" Elincia approaches him as the class begins to pack away their things. Her smile is gentle and easy-going, a sign he's certainly in no trouble. Once the classroom has emptied, she heads towards her desk, rummaging in one of the drawers for something.

"Aha, here we go," she grins, pulling out a heavy tome wrapped in blue ribbon. It's an unusual and rather rare volume, one she had not found in Fodlan but remembered coming across in the libraries of Castle Melior. Filled page to page with singularly uncommon and mysterious magical artifacts, Elincia hoped it would be to his fancy. "I hope you didn't think I'd forget your birthday. I've seen just how much effort and interest you show in your magical studies, so I thought you might appreciate this."

"Happy birthday Dimitri! Oh, take this cake to lunch with you too. Perhaps you can share it amongst your friends."

Dimitri had almost actually forgotten that it was his birthday- lessons being perfect to busy his mind with, but then came a quick sequence of events. Elincia suddenly approached him and Dimitri thought he must have dozed off or something, then he was given a large tome and his mind needed a pause to process.

It was one hell of a tome, one that most definitely wasn’t from Fodlan. Confusion turned into wonder as he carefully lined the edges of the heavy cover with a gloved finger. “Is it…really okay for me to have this? With my strength and all…it seems almost like a treasure!” And it might as well be, at least for the Royal Library. “I doubt that I am worthy of a tome such as this one considering my skills with magic but…thank you! I will put every ounce of effort I have into one day being able to cast at least one of those spells!”

At the cake, Dimitri stared at it…then stared at Elincia. He smiled. “May we share it over tea after classes, then?”

[yukyunotabibito]

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What if your muse and mine had a child | Accepting | 5/?

Another branded child for Nasir, everyone pull out their party poppers!! And this one is even a princess! Yayyyyyyy! He is still a bit salty about this one, but he can't bring himself to hate her in any way. Something about Nasir makes him function better as a girl dad than a boy dad lol.

Her brand is on her forehead, but it's hidden by her bangs. This is purposeful on her part, at Nasir's behest to protect herself. Things may be changing and this may be Crimea, but there will always be others who judge her for her laguz blood. That much is unavoidable.

Much like her father, she keeps herself distant from the affairs of others, standing off to the side and observing, while occasionally chiming in with a snide remark or two.

She takes more after Elincia visually - congrats on the beorc genes winning queen - but after Nasir in her personality. She tends to be as secretive as him, though the secrets she ends up keeping hold a lot less stakes. She may forgive, but she never forgets.

Does take more after Elincia in her hobbies though, taking an interest in the things that her mother likes to do and studying them herself, so that perhaps they may be able to enjoy them together <3

[laslow]

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders

“It’s rather chilly out here, you know,” Elincia muses as she places the blanket around his shoulders. A quiet moment, the world stood perfectly still. “Penny for your thoughts, Laslow?”

Five Senses

One corner of his mouth quirks up into a lopsided smile. "Indeed it is! I don't mind it, really," he replies, though the way he draws the blanket a bit tighter around his shoulders says otherwise.

The stars flicker overhead. He scoots over an inch or so to make room for Elincia. "Oh, I doubt my thoughts are worth that much. Just enjoying the quiet."

Idly, he runs his fingertips along the edge of the blanket. Sitting here, underneath the stars, he's infinitely grateful for soft things.

"...Do you ever wonder if the people we've left behind are looking up at the stars, too?"

[egittae]

[ Fireflies ] 

Their light is mesmerising, floating motes upon an ink black sky. Elincia finds herself enthralled, following the flight of fireflies into the night. Dazzled by them, she stumbles into another.

"Oh dear, pardon me! Sir... Lambert is it?" She has seen precious little of the abyssal professor but made an effort to keep in mind her colleagues and students as best she could. His gaze was fathomless, as if staring beyond the material world. "Sir, are you quite alright? I'm terrible sorry, I should have paid attention to where I was going--"

"Perhaps I could make it up to you with one of my black feathers? A friendly exchange between colleagues would be lovely, I think."

____o boring inside. People just waddle to the melody, and do nothing else. There’s not ev___

Interesting things____o eat. Couldn’t___d____mething more fun?

Wait____kn___we ca___o

Hey, Rod____e, 

Ɔɥǝɔʞ ʇɥᴉs onʇ˙

“Check this out.”

Azure pools blinked, and gone was the blurred face framed by wavy midnight locks. Instead, a lady with vibrant green hair stood in its place- for a moment, before she stumbled into him. Lambert didn’t budge as she was too small to even make his balance sway, but he was still surprised by her sudden appearance. That and…well. The fact that he opened one hand to check if she was okay, and a ridiculous number of fireflies escaped from his grasp. All alive and uninjured, at best maybe a bit annoyed for being kept captive.

Why was he collecting fireflies in the dark anyway? 

“Ahaha, worry not. It is quite dark out here anyway, and one cannot help but focus on those little flying stars buzzing around.” He chose to ignore the fact that a dozen or more flew out of his hand, and focused on the lady instead. She seemed part of the faculty rather than a student, and while her face was definitely young he could tell through her eyes that she wasn’t green in the slightest. A leader. Kind.

“Indeed, my name is Lambert. And you are…” He ran through names and faces in his mind, trying to remember those among the staff list he had been granted earlier by a cardinal. “...Elincia, correct? Of the Black Eagles?”

Alongside an offered handshake, Lambert also handed out his brooch for the exchange. “Nice to meet you. Though we do not teach the same house, we are coworkers nonetheless. May we meet again later.”

[knighteclipsed]

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This was... Elincia, right? After enough scrounging about, Valter had been able to find the stranger's schedule, and this one of the teachers he had.

...Judging from his constant fatigue, Valter makes a gamble to keep up the guise.

"Good morning, Professor Elincia," only needing to half-fake it for how exhausted he felt. "Don't worry about my assignment, I'll get it done soon."

[anankelotus]

Immortal Soldiers Find Their Way Home, But None Will Hear Their Story [Team 4, Silver Round]

He’s surprised that he isn’t dead yet, with all of the struggle they have gone through in these past few... goodness, how long had it even been? He can barely keep track of time outside of the nightmare they find themselves in now, let alone within it. His head spins, barely able to keep a handle on the reins of his mount. He just wants to go home, not just back to the academy, but back to his real home. Back to Valla. The Valla of the past, where he could be with Cadros, where he could be happy once again.

He longs for pale blue skies, and lush fields that he spent his days lying peacefully in. But what would remain for him if he returned now? Nothing, most likely. He was not even sure that the Valla he had known remained at all, even the ruins held no sanctuary anymore.

He doesn’t want to fight. He doesn’t want to have to fight anymore. He has never been a fighter. Before... before... he had never seen battle before everything. He had never held a weapon in his hands, he had never needed to. Even when he had been forced to fight, he had never used a weapon. His own body had been more than enough, claws and teeth that should have never been able to hurt anybody. And he had relied on magic since coming to the academy, until now. The lances that have been forced into his hands during the past few rounds of this hell make his traitor of a heart long, long for what could have been if he was a better person. In a happier world, he would have fought by Cadros’ side during whatever battles he had been forced to endure, both of them lances in hand, the bond they shared as a reinforcement to their strength.

But Cadros is not here, this is that not that world. He is alone, like he always has been. He is alone and he is stripped bare by the very gaze of the world itself, lost and scared to fight. He fears that he can’t do it and then-

Then he sees the enemy they are meant to be facing. The face it has chosen to wear and he screams before he can stop himself.

“You can’t do this! There is nothing for you in copying me! I’m weak and useless and I have no strengths whatsoever! I’m ugly and disgusting, I’m telling you there’s nothing! Nothing at all!” He screams as if his words will mean anything to this monster, screams until his throat is raw and he has no more words to even scream. He is... so weak.

And as if the foolish mimic is fed up with him, before he can continue his pitiful tantrum, he is frozen in place by what feels the pure gaze of his own horrid eyes staring back at him.

Mimic uses Many-Eyed Gaze! Roll 1d20+8: 18! Hit! | Anankos is Frozen!

He can’t scream, he can’t move. He can’t even avoid the attack aimed at him with his own weapon. The force of the attack is enough to shatter the ice, but it isn’t enough to save him. He’s as good as gone.

Mimic attacks using Gradivus! Roll 1d20+10: 25! Hit! (Critical Hit Because of Freeze!) | Anankos HP: 0/10

Miracle Procs! | Anankos HP: 0.5/10

Anankos counterattacks with Gradivus! Roll 1d20: 19! Critical Hit! | Mimic HP: 25/40

The last of his strength is used with a pitiful counterattack, though he’s sure that it seems strong to those around him, and as he slips from life - again, he’s died before, he has to remind himself, he’s died in that girl’s arms and burdened her with so much pain - he catchs a glimpse of blue hair, and the last of his strength is used reaching out a pitiful hand towards the sight, even though he knows he’ll never reach it.

“Cadros... don’t let me leave you again...” The world goes dark around him as he hits the ground, and though he knows he can’t die, no matter how much he wishes he could, the pain still resonates within him. It’s over. He knows that deep down. But he stills wishes he could have... fought a little bit harder to survive this time...

haha fight hard guys: @disgracedvessel , @arcaeda , @amitieos , or @higaneion

[princepsumbra]

[ Mulled wine ] - Warm red wine spiced to perfection, ideal for staving off winter’s chill.

"Care to join me for a drink, Prince Leo? It's the perfect counterbalance to the snow falling," Elincia smiles, lifting a hand to brush a few errant flakes from her hair. She lifts her glass as a toast. "To good company. It's lovely to see the students enjoying themselves so thoroughly, don't you agree?"

"Oh, forgive me! I almost forgot, would you care to exchange our feathers?"

He's ready to call it a night.

His energy reserves are running dangerously low, and there's a slow-building ache along his temples that warns of an imminent migraine. Escaping out onto the streets helps, if only because of the fresh air.

Snow drifts down in lazy arcs, dusting his head and cheeks. The brief pinpricks of ice do wonders for the dull pain. "Ah, good evening, Lady Elincia." He smiles in return, accepting her offered drink. Their glasses clink softly as he answers her toast.

"Indeed. They deserve an evening to enjoy themselves." Leo sips at the wine, giving it an appreciate sniff. Delicious, yet subtle on the taste profile. "I hope you've found time to participate in the festivities as well."

He takes another sip, then reaches for his brooch with his free hand. "Of course. A memento of our shared drink in the snow."